You're staring at me. Again. Well, to be specific, you're staring at my feet. Or trying to; they're mostly hidden under my long dress. Because *you* don't get to choose whether you get to get your kicks looking at my feet or not. I decide that. And actually, as it happens, it would entertain me very much to watch you, ogling my bare feet. Hmm, I'd like to see you masturbate to them. And I'll decide whether to let you cum. Maybe yes, maybe no. Stop for now; I want your full attention. You can start again. Or maybe not. If I count you down, will you be able to obey me?