You look at my boots, at my latex, at me, at your goddess who stands right in front of you, every step, every sound, every rustle reminds you of your place, slave, worship and follow my commands without questions and perhaps then you will remain unpunished
You look at my boots, at my latex, at me, at your goddess who stands right in front of you, every step, every sound, every rustle reminds you of your place, slave, worship and follow my commands without questions and perhaps then you will remain unpunished