These glossy, curving red legs are a force, and you know it. You can’t look away as I move, every step a slow, deliberate show that makes your thoughts melt. Then you spot my tall, shiny black heels and everything slips; my voice turns into your inner dialogue and your will evaporates.
You obey without thinking, mesmerized by shine and shape, completely overpowered. Kneel and watch, pet, because I enjoy seeing you become nothing more than hungry eyes and trembling devotion.