I took a job in a quiet bookstore. Now I am a plaything for four cruel women, used and tormented for their amusement, property of Miss Karen.

Emel, yıllarca bir şirkette çalıştıktan sonra kendi ayakkabı mağazasını açmış orta yaşta bir kadındır. Bir gün ayakkabıcıya gelen genç müşteri Saliha, baskın tavırları ve beyaz çoraplarıyla Emel'in içindeki itaatkar dürtüleri harekete geçirerek aralarında güçlü bir çekim oluşturur.

This is a semi-autobiographical story about my venture into the world of Female Supremacy by a woman known as SweetJoy, or Ms. Sweet, or Ms. Joy (depending on how she wished to be identified by me at any particular time). I say this is semi-autobiographical because the real SweetJoy took me deep into the world of Female Supremacy, educating me on feminism, the Divine Goddess, and the shortcomings and obsolescence of the patriarchy, but through my own cowardice and convention, I pulled myself physically out. Mentally and emotionally however, I never left the Matriarchy and for several years I have conceptualized...no, OBSESSED, on the details outlined in the later chapters of this book, over where my life under the authority of SweetJoy would likely have been led, had I just had the courage to follow. If you're reading this, and realizing, "Hey, I'm the SweetJoy in the story!" Then please PM me.

Sevgilisi Berk tarafından terk edilen Derin, onu geri kazanmak için çıktığı yolda Berk'in yeni sevgilisi olan Beren'in ayaklarıyla sıcak dakikalar geçirmek zorunda kalır.

A story about how I become my teachers footslave. Living everyday under her desk and worshipping her feet. I am forced to smell her feet, lick her shoes, tongue bathe her feet, and serve as her footstool.

He kissed her heels once... now he can't live without their weight on his face. Manav isn't your average submissive. He's young, successful, and commands attention at work-but the moment Mistress Rashmi steps into his life in her towering stilettos, he drops to his knees like he was born to serve. She doesn't just dominate-she owns him. With every slap, every cruel smile, every drop of her spit, she breaks him further-rebuilding him as her obedient, aching, pathetic little pet. He lives to worship her feet. To be choked by her scent. To be used, humiliated, denied, and punished. Pain becomes pleasure. Shame becomes arousal. And surrender? It becomes his greatest addiction. This isn't romance. This is full-blown degradation. And he wouldn't trade it for the world. Welcome to a world where the heels are high, and the obedience is deeper than lust.