In high school, I caught my private tutor obsessively sniffing the socks I had discarded. That incident became the primal experience that later led me to become a dominant woman. Years later, I accidentally ran into him on the street—he was the man who had paved the way for my path. I couldn't just let him walk away, so I lured him into my training room. Though he was only mildly submissive with a slight leg fetish, I exploited his weakness, flaunting my well-trained legs as he tumbled down the staircase into slavery. Each step I made him take was the key to completely dominating him.