After agreeing to become my boyfriend’s slave, I start enjoying making you do things too. You’re kneeling in front of me now, at my feet. You love my beautiful toes and would do anything for them. I tell you to start jerking off, knowing how much my boyfriend and I are going to make you cry later. I threaten you with my belt, snapping it at you as you admire my feet and stroke yourself. Even when you start to feel like it’s too much, I pull you back in by being sweet and gentle, but it’s all just a manipulation tactic.