The office assistant eagerly awaits my commands, kneeling before me as I sit back and prop my nylon-clad feet on the desk. I taunt him, savoring the power dynamic between us, as I have him complete menial tasks such as retrieving my coffee.
As I work on a contract, I order him to clean the dirt off my heels while I verbally remind him of his lowly status. I inform him that he will also be responsible for coordinating my lunch dates with my partner, who is aware of his submissive role.
I revel in humiliating him by having him sniff and massage my feet, reminding him of his unworthiness. I even go so far as to mention the intimate acts my partner performs on my feet.
Before I leave for a lunchtime rendezvous, I tease him by mentioning the possibility of my partner having sex with me in the office while he serves as my footrest.