Classy Ms Fatale literaly stands towering over him, goddess like, on the stage. Hes right under, beneath her feet, reaching up to worship. Stay Low, she warns him, as he crawls on his belly, up the steps to place himself before her. Ms Fatale stands proud, she raises her shoe to the edges of the stage, Not get underneath and LICK IT. She taunts him as he adores her, Get down on you stomach, on your stomach I. Lots of fantastic views looking up from his perspective, under the sole of her shoe! Ms Fatale cruelly crushes his hands as he reaches up to worship her, then steps down hard on his face, crushing his Contemptuously she tramples his face in her high heels, enjoying the pain she so effortlessly inflicts on him. Later she allows him the privilege of kissing her stockinged feet, where she continues to smother and trample his face under her divine soles.
