Down. On your knees. This is your place and you seem to have forgotten it. You will crawl over here and grovel at my feet, applying those unworthy lips of yours to the leather of my stiletto heels. You will worship the bottoms and sing my praises like the good slave I know you can be, or I’ll take this pointy toe and jab it into your balls instead. Now.. you will worship these dangerous heels as if your life depends on it. Show me how well you can grovel.
