Τακούνι που κρέμεται & λατρεία - εκπαίδευση σκλάβων στη σιωπή

I don't need to say a word. You already know your place. While I sit back, work and let My heel dangle... you're on your knees, staring, aching, craving. Worship the shine of My stilettos, the glide of My nylons, the curve of My legs. You're being trained - not with order but with silence. You'll learn to obey just from how I cross My legs. That's real power. And you love every second of it!