Eyes Down #7
The atmosphere in the room was thick with anticipation and desire. As you knelt before me, your eyes fixed on my feet, you couldn't help but feel the intensity of the moment. My high heels clicked against the floor, drawing your attention to their towering height and the power they represented. You knew that to disobey my command would be crossing a line, so you kept your gaze firmly planted on my feet, allowing yourself to be consumed by the sensation of submission.
