"It's not your place to make requests of me either! How dare you!" The Prince pushed her over with her foot. With no hands free, Gina couldn't help but tip over on the floor. She could feel her Mistress' sharp stileto heel press against her cheek, the other cheek pressed against the carpet.<br/>"This is your place, on the ground, under the heel of my boot. Do you think you'll remember that from now on?" Her voice was cold, the Prince seemed a mercurial woman, the pleasure from Gina's performance seemed all but forgotten.