My slave is crouched on the ground, cleaning my shoes when I make my entrance, dressed in a pink and black bodysuit with sheer tights featuring a stripe at the back. I tap her on the shoulder, signaling for her to stand up. For the first time, I notice how petite she is…after all, I have always kept her low, at the level of my feet. I remove my jacket, revealing my muscular physique, and toss it over her head. She’s better suited to be my coat hanger, I think to myself, amused. A bit annoyed, she throws her jacket to the side, and I, carefree and entertained, continue to taunt her by leaning on her head. I then take her, bring her closer to me, and compare our bodies and our different sizes. I circle around her, push her, and she’s so light that I decide to lift her off the ground. I carry her around in various ways, until I pin her to the wall with my leg raised and my shoe pressing into her chest. I order her to worship my large shoes with her small mouth. I carry her around a little more, show off my muscles by letting her feel them, and now that she has a good understanding of my physical strength, she can return to the corner to finish her work, determined not to incur my wrath.