Lana, the queen of erotic domination, takes her seat, her subject kneeling before her. She crosses her legs, her high heels glinting menacingly. With a flick of her wrist, she orders him to worship her feet. He complies, his tongue tracing her arches, his lips kissing her toes. But Lana is not one for gentle caresses. She forces his face into her soles, holding him there until he gasps for air. Then, she stands, her heels digging into his chest, pinning him to the ground. She grinds her feet into his crotch, her eyes never leaving his, until he's a quivering, begging mess at her feet.