Scarlett's high heels click-clack on the cold floor as she approaches her slave, her boots glistening under the harsh lights. She commands him to kneel, to worship her feet. He obeys, his face pressed against her vinyl boots, inhaling her scent. She guides his head, grinding her heels into his face, before stepping onto his back. He grunts as her heels sink into his flesh, her weight pressing down. She moves back to his face, her boots smearing his tears and saliva as she face-sits him, her heels digging into his cheeks, leaving him marked and breathless.