Tormented by My Hands and Nylon-Covered Feet

Description: You can look, you can beg, but you won’t get what you want unless i decide you’re worthy. and right now? i just love watching you suffer—aching, throbbing, completely under my control. the more you want it, the more i take it away. so go on, worship my nylon-clad feet, breathe in every inch of them, and accept your place—teased, denied, and desperate for my amusement.