High Heels Domination

High Heels Domination

High heels domination. Sounds so simple, doesn’t it? I have an insatiable shoe fetish, and it’s my submissive supplicants who benefit the most! Just one look at me towering over them in a pair of 4” Louboutin pumps makes them simmer. My 4.1” point toe Aquazzura stilettos make them twitch. My 4.3” leather Saint Laurent stiletto slingback pumps with square pointed metal toe cap makes them quake. Prada and Gucci short, stacked or kitten heels bore me to tears.

However, my exhilaration comes from eager foot slaves capable of obeying simple commands. My narrow self-interest revolves around their ability to correctly respond to high heels domination. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Anyone who likes sleek architecture and clean lines can appreciate high heels. I think this is why so many men feel compelled to get on their knees and worship my ballerina feet. Between the stilettos at the end of my stems and the grin on my face lies something else.

A delicious gauntlet of high heel domination ecstasy and agony is afoot.

For instance, my slaves prepare by laying on the floor naked and waiting. They cannot wait to hear my elegant step echoing against the marble floor. I exit my closet and walk very slowly to where they lay on the carpet. For foot worshippers and shoe fetishists the golden hour is about to begin, the hour of high heels domination. This week the white, crepe satin, 3.9” Christian Louboutin with ribbon ankle wraps are my favorite. They look sweet with my pink Fleur du Mal satin bullet bodysuit.

After that, I put my hands on my hips. You notice red nail polish. I bend my knee high as a Radio City Rockette and point my leg towards your face. The red sole of the shoe and tip of the heel are suspended above you. Above that, the white Louboutin wraps my foot in splendor. Beyond that, satiny ribbons wrap my ankle. When I display these gorgeous works of art I cannot help but grin at you. You languidly smile back in a shoe trance.

You are my submissive and compliant foot worshipper.

Most importantly, there is nothing you enjoy more than high heel domination. Languidly I keep my leg suspended dangling my heel above you. You’ve been waiting to savor this divine viewpoint. Take it in. The smell of fresh Louboutin fills your nostrils. A drop of drool forming inside one corner of your lip. Submissive luster amid my high heels envelops you. The heel point above you is impossibly thin and sharp. The upward progression of the stiletto is perfection. The beauty of what you see vanquishes you into the zone. “Take a long deep breath.” “Then exhale.” I remove the shoe and my leg from above you. You watch me walk along the side of your body.  You open your eyes and turn your head to the side. I stand close to your shoulders.

High heels domination time for you to worship!

Therefore, “Take a good look.” Time for you to worship at Mistress Justine’s altar to high heels domination. I like to hear you remark “The floor is the perfect place for me Mistress Justine.” Stepping one leg over your shoulder I straddle you and say; “No kidding.” Dazed, you slowly look up and then down the inside of my long white legs. Up and down, and then again, in a trance. You stare at my heels, transfixed by their wicked elegance. Drink them in. “Close your eyes.” “Now open.” Laying on the floor you open your eyes and look up. No more Justine or legs towering over your shoulders.

Lastly, I’m parting your feet with the tip of my shoe. You feel it gliding up the inside of your ankle then calf. I step between your legs and gaze down at you flat on the floor. I kick your leg open and notice you look pink and very flushed. Your mouth is watering so much you take a gulp and shiver.  In conclusion, relish the soft satin kick of sharp high heels domination and my lingerie and stocking fetish.  Call me for more phone sex and flights of fancy.

Call Justine 1-800-244-0699