Poison.
An intoxicating sensation filled her every time her heels slipped into such beauties. As the soles of her feet were pushed into an unnatural position; as her hips jutted and her breasts thrust forward; as her posture aligned into what could only be described as utter perfection - she knew she was poisoned and would never return to her former self. She was captivated, she was seduced, she was walking in genuine submission.
~His
(Source: masterandslave, via silksandsatins)











