When you hear the tap of the boots and see the tight gray pencil skirt hugging my ass as I walk away from you, you can feel the tension. I make sure you take a good look at everything before I turn around and confront you. “Are you ready?” I ask. Well, are you? Ready for some humiliation, wallet draining and mindfucking? I read off some of the texts you’ve sent me over the last 24hrs, how embarrassing, right? How these things come back to haunt you. And now we’re on a mission to wring you out, making you helpless and all because of pantyhose, tight skirts and your undevoted LOVE for ME. I unboot a nylon clad foot while going over some of the desperate things that you adore about Me. You’d throw it all away for me wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you?! After so long, so many years, this is what if comes to. You couldn’t run, you couldn’t hide. And now, you’re fucked. Rinse, ruin and repeat. I want it all. I want you fucked and quivering with fear. And afraid that someone will find out your horny, fucked little secret. All of it. You will obey, you must.