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My doormat apparently thinks it can read. What’s that, you don’t think you’re one yet? One of these days I’m going to walk all over you. Quite literally slut. I’m going to take my pretty little heels, with their sharp spikes, and I’m going to bare you down to the ground under my boot. My feet will make you squirm like a needy little bitch while I pin you down.
You’ll feel the weight of my body baring down so sharply and shapely onto your own. The crushing sensation of having your body be forced to yield. my height expression. The delight in my eyes as you dance in pain. Its not a question of will I, merely, when I will.