She tells him what they cost.
He arches an eyebrow. “Really?”
She nods. "Really."
“Well, if that’s what brand new Louboutin’s set you back these days,”
He counts £20 notes onto her bedside table as she makes herself up. She watches him in her dressing table mirror.
“And you know the conditions, don’t you?” he questions.
She nods and smiles, “I know the conditions.”
xxx
He knelt naked with his knees parted, his hands behind his back, and his head bowed. She paced around him, her new heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She loved her new heels. His thickly erect cock twitched as she bound his wrists tightly together with the length of soft white rope she held. It excited him. He breathed deeply. He parted his knees a little more.
She stood before him, posing, with her hands on her hips. Her legs were bare, from her open-toe, high heeled sandals, to her mid thigh, tight black skirt. Her skin had a deep tan; a sign of her Mediterranean heritage, with a sheen of light perspiration. She was excited too.
“OK, you pathetic snivelling worm. You know what I need from you. You know what you need to do for me. You've done it before, and now you'll do it again. In fact you'll do it each and every time I ask it from you. You are my little bitch. A whore for me whenever I want. You have no choice but to obey and serve me. You will be my little cum whore. Just at the sight of me in heels, you will spill your load for me; just when I say,” she sneered.
He groaned, and a bead of clear pre cum appeared from the eye of his cock, and dripped to the floor.