I kneel before her, naked and restrained as she finishes tying her powerful looking boots, those red nails carefully threading the laces through every eyelet and around every stud fastener.

I'm her slave, yet she doesn't want me to do it for her, she wants me to watch, to throb inside my chastity cage, to ache and tremble. She wants to torment me and use my fetishes against me.

The room is so quiet and every sound is magnified, sexy and maddening.  The soft slither of the leather as her perfect nylon covered foot slides into it, the rasp as the laces pull the boot tighter, the occasional beautiful click of her heels on the floor.  But most of all the sound of her nails scraping against the body of her tightly fitted boots.

In the bright, harsh light the red of her nails and heels are so commanding, so erotic to me. I long to clean her heels with my tongue and to feel the nails scraping against my flesh, marking me, making me squirm and moan with both pain and pleasure.

She stands and slowly walks over towards me, those heels making such tortuous noise as they impact the hard floor and echo off the walls, soon my torment will really begin .....