Under Her Heels : My Devotion, Her Desires
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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.
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