You crave to be beneath me, helpless, worshipful, desperate to please. My towering high heels command your devotion as I press them against your weak, trembling body. Each step, each sharp graze against your skin reminds you exactly where you belong, right under me. You worship, you submit, you ache for more, but I decide how much you get. The weight of my power is in every step, and you will feel every inch of it. You exist to serve, to kneel, to endure. Are you ready to be broken beneath me? Watch, crave, surrender.
