Obey, pet. You crave the scent of dominance, the proof of power in every step I’ve taken. These shoes have walked over the weak and commanded obedience. Every crease, every worn sole tells a story of control. You don’t just want them—you need them. Inhale deeply, and know your place. If you’re worthy, you may have the honor of owning what has graced My feet. But tribute is expected—nothing in My world is free. Are you ready to submit?