Bound tightly, the slave's eyes widen as his Mistress approaches, her heels clicking a rhythm of impending torment. She sits, her big breasts heaving, as she crosses her legs, the sharp heels digging into his back. He gasps, his body tensing as she leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You will worship my heels, my breasts, my every command." She runs a gloved hand over her chest, pushing her breasts together, before forcing his head down, his tongue exploring the curve of her heels, his world narrowing to her touch and her commands.