Control By Shoes

You can’t help yourself around these hot red heels, can you? Did you really think I wore them to sleep with you? Cute. I wear them to toy with you, to remind you you’re not the one getting what you want. I’ll be taken, used, enjoying myself while you worship the shoes that mock your tiny ambitions.

Buy the clip and watch me tease you into the right place—on your knees, adoring my feet, convinced you deserve nothing more. I’ll sound sweet sometimes, just to reel you in, then I’ll laugh and push you back into worship until you know your worth: a loser at My soles.