"Kneeling is better for you than standing. I promise." I am sitting on my throne in my beige lace bodysuit and black leather gloves, looking down at you. I start by playfully dangling my high heel off my foot, letting you stare at my arch and my toes. You think you're going to get a treat? Wrong. The moment you get distracted by my foot, I strike. I have my riding crop and my cigarette. Watch as I mercilessly whip your cock (the strap-on) until it is red and throbbing. And to soothe the pain? I’m going to ash my cigarette right on the head. You are nothing more than a kneeling target for my amusement. Admire the shoe, but accept the ash.
