You are nothing more than a wallet for my heels. The moment you see me. Those big shiny boots and big shiny heels you become so weak, so malleable, so easy to control. All of a sudden you find yourself compelled to pump, to stroke, for me. You have tried to give me up but you can't. This is your never ending addiction. You understand your place in my life, as a wallet, nothing more, nothing less. You do not have a name, you are simply a wallet and you are a wallet for my heels.