Dressed stylishly for a daytime aperitif with my friends, I wear tight jeans and elegant yellow high heels with denim-covered 12cm stilettos. But before leaving, I decide to put my sl*ve to good use.

I place him in a special b*rred structure, a unique setup that keeps him lying on his back and c*mpletely helpless.
This position gives me perfect support to dominate him.

I step onto his bare stomach, letting my sharp heels sink deep into his flesh, pressing for the full length of the 12cm stiletto.
I twist and turn the heels mercilessly into his soft belly and navel, savoring the sensation as he squirms beneath me.

Not satisfied with just standing, I jump on his abdomen, testing his endurance as I increase the intensity with every bounce.
Despite his growing excitement, I remind him that I have other plans for the day.

To discipline him further, I issue a command: stay lying in the cage on the cold floor until I return.
His obedience will determine what happens next when I come back.

When I return home, I find the pathetic worm still lying obediently in the b*rred structure, just as I commanded.
The sight of a man so utterly submissive disgusts me, so I decide to make him prove his worth.

I order him to l*ck the dirty soles of my yellow high heels while I’m still wearing them, ensuring every inch is spotless.
Once he has adequately demonstrated his devotion, I command him to remove the heels from my feet and then present my tired, sweaty feet for him to worship.
He eagerly l*cks them with passion, savoring the privilege of serving me after my long day of walking in stilettos.

Afterward, I change into something more comfortable: short house shorts and my sexy bl*ck fluffy mules with 10cm heels.
Now it’s time to truly unwind.

Climbing onto his belly, I deliver dozens of jumps, feeling his abdomen yield under my weight.
I let my heels sink deeply into his stomach, twisting them with elegant precision as I bounce and grind his body into submission.

Satisfied with his endurance, I grant him a reward but only on my terms.
I place one stiletto firmly into his solar plexus and the other deep into his navel, pressing them c*mpletely into his body as if penetrating him.
I begin to bounce lightly in this position, commanding him to pleasure himself.

Overwhelmed by the intensity, he quickly obeys, releasing copiously under my dominance.
But as I try to remove the heel from his navel, I find it stuck from the pressure, making me laugh with delight as I extract it.

Leaving him humiliated and exhausted, I walk away gracefully, victorious in my power.

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