My Heels Own You, Slut

I just love putting a man in its proper place. In my world that usually means at the end of my chain leash slithering around beneath my six-inch stiletto heels like the little floor lapping worm it was born to be! I'll gladly step on it making it wince in pain when those sharp metal spikes dig deep into its head or back flesh. No matter how much pain they inflict, though, my shoe slut still begs to kiss and lick them. That's what I like to see from my heel pets. I love to watch it suffer under my soles and then eagerly lick the dirt from them with that shoe rag I allow it to keep in its mouth. There's really no turning back for this slut. It's become totally addicted to my heels.