I'm dressed in something sexy, my legs bare, adorned only with a pair of slutty, shiny black open-toe high heels that have made my feet sweat mercilessly. I dangle them for a moment, feeling my arches strain against the heels. I hate these shoes for the discomfort they've caused, so I decide to treat them nastily. I slip one heel off, bringing it to my nose for a deep sniff, the scent of my sweat fueling my excitement. "I'll punish this heel just like I'll punish your dick," I tease, my voice dripping with sultry promise. I start licking the shoe, my tongue exploring the sweat-slicked leather, then biting it, my teeth marking the toe and heel with playful aggression. I tug at the straps with my teeth, stretching them tight. While my mouth is busy with the shoe, my other bare foot slides up and down my leg, spreading sweat over my skin and onto the remaining heel. Slowly, with a provocative arch of my foot, I push the other heel off, watching it fall with a sense of wicked satisfaction. My feet, my arches, my toes—they're all instruments of this sensual punishment.