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I'm wearing a tight mini dress and high heels – and my slave knows immediately what that means: obey. On a leash, he crawls behind me on all fours like a good d*g – through the hallway, into the room. There his service begins: first he has to lick my high heels – thoroughly, with devotion. Then he gets my bare feet. Every toe, every sole, every heel – lick them clean until I am satisfied. I enjoy his humility, his tongue – and his crawling. Then I lead him back to the hallway on a leash. Back in the room, I sit like a goddess on his shoulders – my human throne. Finally, he gets a small reward – and I leave him alone. He sits quietly. Obedient. Waiting. Right where he belongs.