As I am so sensually charged by tonight's execution (for some reason, a little more so than ordinarily) that I want to choose just the right, sexy outfit -in order to beautifully accentuate my favorite boots!

Amanda, my personal slave, undresses me. As I stand nude before my gilded floor-length mirror, it's time to choose. First: shimmering black, silken stockings. The elasticized garters hold well enough on my thighs as to render a garter-belt quite unnecessary. Along with this, black satiny panties are imperative (I do not wish to sound vulgar, but this type of execution excites me quite a bit - and when my crotch becomes wet, I find that panties are more suitable than a skimpy G-string).

A short and low- cut, black leather skirt suit shall suffice quite nicely! With somewhat trembling hands, Amanda dresses me with noticeable difficulty. She had better improve next time! While regarding myself in the mirror, I find that it is so pleasurable to smooth the smooth leather over my hips and breasts. From the corner of my eye, I look toward Amanda to see if she displays any traces of impertinence. The last (and only!) time I detected such insolence from her, she quickly found herself bound to my whipping post for ten lashes from the bullwhip. Before selecting the perfect jewelry, I apply my makeup just so -very dramatic, but not too heavy- for a flawlessly intimidating look.

And the final touch: my executioness boots! Sublime, patent-leather masterpieces that hug the contours of my feet and legs tightly as I eliminate my helpless, condemned slaves.

Amanda flushes with pride as I allow her the privilege of slipping my feet into them -and I, myself, quiver slightly with delight at the sight of my legs within these patent leather beauties...

At last - I am ready!

... to be continued...