"You knew all along, Mistress", you stammer as you stare into my soles and click that lock shut. Duh, I could smell it on you since the day we met - and now here we are, I'm reading these *embarrassing* texts from your ex while coercing the truth out of you. It took her awhile to realize you were a loser, but I've always known. Some women don't find men like you useful, but I do - on one condition. All it took was one sexy pair of heels, the flex of my arches, one little glimpse of my soles and my bratty laugh to totally tr@p you, mind wash you and leave you aching for more. I've always known you weren't meant for a traditional relationship, that's why I've decided to manipulate and mind fuck you, making you useful for once in your sad, pathetic life. Boys like you were meant to serve a greater purpose - Me. But it comes at a cost. Worship, lock it away and be prepared to spend the rest of your life as my devoted slave worshipping at my feet.