My obsessed little bitch... you always keep crawling back for more. More of Me, more of My delicious destruction. I know just how weak you are for My gorgeous legs in these smooth, sheer stockings. The way these high stiletto heels turn you into a blubbering mess. you'd sign your life over to Me in these heels and stockings if I asked, wouldn't you? I don't leave you any other choice but inescapable ruin. you know you're nothing but a pawn to Me, I use you to get My way like the Queen that I am. I'll tell you EXACTLY what I want your email to compose of, and I want it in My inbox expeditiously. It feels so good to give it all up to Me, every little personal detail.