Mistress Legs, a vision in patent leather heels, smokes languidly, her eyes locked onto her trembling sub. She flicks ash onto his chest, each speck a brand of her power. She crushes a cigarette underfoot, the crunch echoing in the silence. She steps on him, her heel digging into his skin, her other foot grinding the butt out on his stomach. She smokes, she ashes, she crushes, her every action a symphony of sadistic pleasure, her heels her instruments, his body her willing canvas.