What are you staring at? Don’t try to hide it from Me, I can see exactly where your eyes keep drifting. My eyes are up here, but your weakness is wrapped around My pretty pink boots. And honestly? I love watching a strong man unravel so easily for them. There’s something delicious about devotion, about seeing you submit so naturally. Polite, obedient, completely distracted by the shine of My heels and the way those pink boots hug My legs. I know exactly what they do to you. Go ahead, tease yourself a little while you admire them. Imagine your hands tracing along My heels, worshipping every inch the way you’ve been craving to. The thought of you getting weak for My boots, completely captivated and unable to resist, is exactly what turns Me on
