Clad in heels and My most dangerous accessories, I saunter towards you, the pool boy who has begged for this opportunity, with a singular purpose in mind: testing out My new toys, and heels. With each click of My heels against the stone, your heart races faster. You're helpless, caught in the web of My dominance, and when I issue my commands, you surrender willingly to the sting of My spiked heels. The lines between agony and ecstasy blur as I take control, alternating between My paddle and My heels, pushing you to continue working through the pain. Eventually, I want more of a reaction for you, so have you on your knees, ass in the air, waiting for more. And I give it. I kick your balls and your cock, until the damp patch on your trousers spreads, and it only takes a few pulses of My heel to make you cum, balls aching and bruised, ass red, and a job still to do.