When not needed, little office stooge is to be quiet and beneath my desk where he belongs--performing basic 'worship duties' of his female boss: kissing feet and shining shoes. I can feel his nose sniffing the little instep of my arch where the foot scent escapes. What a tool. I prop my feet onto the desk and relax for a bit, ordering lil dumbass to lick my shoes while I look through a fashion magazine-- showing him a pair of Prada heels that I'm going to use his income to pay for. And since he's such a loser, it'll probably take his entire paycheck! I've been in these hot heels ALL day and need to air out my feet BAD, they sweat profusely in closed toe heels/nylons. They also ache, so despite how bad they stink, I order dumbass to rub his face all over my sweaty nylon soles to please me--while I talk about what a loser he is and he'll have to start working overtime because I want new pantyhose too! I can't BELIEVE anyone can stand that strong of a woman's foot odor; I imagine the smell makes it that much more humiliating? I'm going to head out for a bit, so I make loser become my shoe rack: hanging my designer heels on his sissy boner and tell him he'd better be just like that when I get back. So many uses for such a little tool!!
