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You're already on the floor where you belong, staring up at me in my thigh-high shiny boots. I smirk, wondering aloud why you're so low… but we both know it's because you're addicted to the way I look towering over you. I bend over slowly, letting you dive in the view up my legs as I begin to tease you with soft, commanding words. I guide you into a delicious rhythm, stroking as I talk about how much you crave my boots, my power, my attention. You're completely under my control — and I'm just getting started.