Worship Me Slave

Like a goddess my mistress sits in her throne and the glance of her magical feet in extreme high high-heeled slippers drives me crazy. I adore her and adore her. The permission to smooch her high heels and her feet is a great gift and excites me so much that I do not feel her punches with the whip. Never again I want to be the slave of another mistress, because I have found my place....