She wears these chunky, black-to-purple multichrome boots… Decorated with ample buckles, zippers, laces, and chains… They are certainly eye-catching… Almost as if that’s the point.
You made a grave mistake letting your eyes lock onto her… Taking in the spectacle of her pretty stompers… Like a moth to the flame~
Obviously she’s pissed that she caught someone like you gawking at her… But she lures you in with a suddenly honeyed voice… Sweet, kind, calm… Yet another trap~
It isn’t clear whether she wants to teach you a lesson, or if she’s just toying with you… A predator playing with her food… A cruel captor who tortures her victims without any real reason.
You find yourself on the cold, hard floor, beneath her, surrounded by countless peers, which she effortlessly uses against you~
Shifting her demeanor rapidly and frequently from cruel, to kind, to cold, she counts on your confusion to destroy your mental and physical agency. To transform you into a mindless bootlicker~
You will do everything she says… Or else~
(Note: Brief mentions of anal, physical violence, and “paying for my lunch”)
WARNING: My files feature true hypnotic trance. I sometimes play with themes of addiction, memory modification, permanent changes, and extreme kinks. Take what you want and leave what you don’t. Proceed with CAUTION if you are highly susceptible.