

As humiliating as being told to keep your gaze low can be, there surely are some perks to it, too: after all, being able to look at my feet is a privilege in and of itself, isn't it, darling? My painted toes and the tip of my whip that gently rests next to the fine fabric of my garment, accidentally yet elegantly draping over the concrete, will be more than enough to light a deep fire between your legs and you'll be reminded of how unworthy of making eye contact with me you still are!