I walk up to you from across the room. You're a tiny shrunken man, and I tower above you.  Oh, what do we have here? Raising my foot above you. You're so tiny. I walk around you in a circle. I better be careful.... one wrong step, and it will all be over for you.  You're going to worship my feet today. I make fun of you, humiliate you, and talk about how weak you are. I'm so much taller and stronger than you. What are you going to do about it? There is absolutely nothing that you can do... other than worship my feet.  I take off my open toed heels, and I eventually sit down in front of you. I call my friend while ignoring you except for an occasional glance. Telling her how I am going to torment you and see what you can take. I lean forward between my legs, look at you, and tell you. My feet are the only thing that you deserve to see. Placing my foot on top of you, laughing. Keeping my foot on you, squishing you, until all you see is darkness. Lots of close ups of my feet in high heels and barefoot.