Picture this: My perfect, long legs glisten reflectively in thigh high leather wet-look boots that cling flawlessly to every curve. My long, sparkly nails scratch lightly against them as my hand traces over them and continues past my soles, finally latching onto my 7 inch high heel. I withdraw my hand and your eyes eagerly follow as it curls back up my body again, your chin raises, you look up, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the rest of me. Then it hits you... the pain. The searing, stinging, numb ache of a kick to your jaw. Shocked, you lean into my boot from the hit and I land another hit, followed by another, and another. You fall at the mercy of my feet and my strong legs, doomed to be my boot slave, my pain slut. If you can survive the beating, I might just find you useful enough to keep around.