The Weakest Sex
Ah, slaveboy, there you are - right where I left you! How long ago did I tell you to wait there? Ah, I'm so absent-minded sometimes. I see you're still in position, kneeling down before me, your mistress... your goddess. Eyes on the floor, dear.
Now, look up, slowly. I want you to soak in every detail of my body, like you have so many times before. Start with the feet - balanced on tiptoes with these heels, making my legs into a long line, raising me up above you. Looks so effortless, doesn't it? And yet you've learned by now that when you try it, you're a clunky mess, hobbling about like a drunk on stilts. I'm more graceful than you can ever hope to be...
Now that you've had a little time to play with those ballerina boots I ordered, I think I'm going to lock you in them for a day or so. You'll still have to get all your chores done, of course - if it hurts too much, you'll just have to crawl.
Now draw your eyes up further, to these legs... these beautiful, sleek, silky legs. These legs have controlled you since day one, slaveboy. You're helpless before them.
You're helpless before me.