How I Turned a Diamond Dealer Into My Footstool-Female Domination NYC

by Ulla Burns

He wasn’t loud.There was no leash, no begging.Just tailored silence, understated tributes, and the kind of restraint that only comes from men who operate in rarefied worlds.

A diamond dealer from Amsterdam.Used to appraisal.Used to power.But beneath that glint of control was something far more precious—a hidden desire to serve.Quietly. Publicly.To be owned by a woman who knew how to unlock it all… without raising her voice.

That woman was me.

The Shoe Salon Wasn’t Planned. It Was Instinct.

He followed me inside.Not because I asked—but because he needed to.

Inside, everything was hushed—velvet seating, mirrored walls, soft lighting.I walked with purpose toward the stilettos.A red sole. A slingback. A dangerously high arch.I tried on three pairs, moving slowly—my legs stretching before the mirror.

He watched.

I knew he wasn’t just admiring the heels.He was imagining what it would feel like to kneel.To assist.To be useful.In public.

I sat. Removed one heel.Then, without turning to him, I said,

“Come here.”

He obeyed instantly.

On his knees. Right there on the salon floor.Hands slightly trembling as he removed the shoe from my foot.His breath was shallow.His heartbeat… thunderous.

I leaned forward—close enough to smell his uncertainty, feel the pull of his desire—and asked softly,

“Do you want to be my good boy?”

His eyes widened.A quiet, helpless nod.And I stayed calm, elegant, aloof.

No one noticed.Because when you're in control, the world bends around you.

He Carried the Bags

Three pairs. Not because I asked. Not because I thanked him.

He carried them because I had awakened a truth in him, That servitude in public wasn’t just a kink.It was his ritual. And I was the only woman refined enough to lead it without shame.

As we stepped into the street, he hovered behind me.Two steps back.Lighter than before.Because when a man’s desire is finally seen he stops resisting it.

The Secret? I Never Raised My Voice. Female Domination NYC

That day, he wasn’t humiliated.He was claimed.Exposed in the most elegant way a man can be, kneeling in silence,under the gaze of a woman who knew how to make him vanish…without ever touching him.

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You didn’t come here to obey.

You came here to feel something again.

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