The slave lies prostrate, eyes locked onto Mistress Austria's towering heels. She begins with his chest, applying firm pressure, feeling his heartbeat quicken. She ascends, her soles now compressing his vulnerable throat, his desperate gasps exciting her. She grinds, twists, and stamps, her every move a display of power. His face contorts in pain, yet his eyes betray his arousal. She knows he's hers to command, her heels his only world.