For My desire! I just snap My finger and any male is ready to serve Me as I please. Right now, I'm checking My emails and using one slave as a piece of furniture - or whatever it is - a carpet under My sharp heels. I carry on typing and dangling My shoe over its face, rest My soles on its face, dig My heels in its flesh. I guess you started whimpering in the corner as you got flashes of My pantyhose feet when I was dangling My heels, because I finally took notice of your existence.
So the slave wants to be called itself, an object with which we can do what we want. First I got to know him in the studio with spreader bars attached to the winch. Hanging out there like that is the first ordeal he gets to experience with me. A little later I feel like torturing him a little bit, together with Jane we have some fun with his carcass. First we beat up his defenceless balls, which are dangling from him without any protection. Then we his cock with needles and then leave him again alone in his uncomfortable position with his closed pisshole.
My lucky employee in training is being put to the test: how long can he kneel for at my feet under the desk? I recently received a few pairs of shoes by my admirers and this is the perfect opportunity to have my new servant begin his shoe worship training. Practice makes perfect but there is ample time while works around the clock for me and sleeps under my desk. Soon the soles he will be licking and heels he will be sucking won’t be sparkling new like these.
Annabell wants to try out the slave’s limit and she’s put on her extreme shoes with thin 14cm (5,5 inch) heels for that. She gets on his chest while telling him she wants this to hurt – badly! And she delivers for sure! The slave’s moaning as the sharp heels dig into his skin and scratch it as Annabell walks all over him. He should be lucky she has chosen to trample him next to the fireplace, this way she can at least keep her balance on these shoes and doesn’t just rip him apart.
