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I arrive at a formal party looking absolutely flawless, tall, elegant, and commanding in my stilettos. While I’m walking toward the bar, I suddenly notice something moving by my feet… a tiny. Instead of ending him right away, I pause and hover my heel above his body, completely fascinated by how terrified he is. I love the way he freezes, the way he shakes, the way he realizes how powerless he is beneath me. For a moment, I even consider keeping him as a little shoe slave, someone to live inside my heels and suffer for my pleasure. But the fantasy doesn’t last long. His fear only makes me want more. So I change my mind. I slowly raise my stiletto… and end him. Elegant, merciless, and effortless.