Iamanitta, the goddess, stands tall in her high heels, her legs a symphony of power and grace. Her feet, her weapons of pleasure and pain, are revered by her devoted worshipper. He's her plaything, her footstool, her human carpet. She uses him, misusing her shoes on his body, leaving imprints of her soles on his skin. She sniffs her feet, sharing her intoxicating scent with him, as he worships at the altar of her heels, his devotion complete.