My long legs and sumptuous feet are encased in silky nylon pantyhose. You're not allowed to touch - only smell, and stare deep into My arches. I mean, have you even earned that? What would you do for a sniff? A touch? What kinds of degrading things?
I have great confidence - confidence based on repeated experience - in the impact of My beauty and My brain on men. That's what makes Me a Dominant woman: the deep, firm knowledge that men will do whatever I say on account of My charm.
I know the power I have, and I know its absolutely predictable effects.
And I know you're powerless, and that I hold all the cards.
Surrender, and count yourself among the lucky ones.