I confront my colleague about his conspicuous and frankly unsettling obsession (no fixation!) with my feet. He's been phoning me at home, after hours, disguising his voice, and grunting all manner of lewd obscenities about my feet and what he'd like to do with them, clearly pleasuring himself. Well, if he wants to inhale the strong cent of my sweaty soles, then he'll have to confess his transgression and get on his knees, groveling, like the slave to my feet that he is! He'll be my footboy, and I'll be his Goddess! And that will give me all the power I need to control him, to blackmail him, to...

I confront my colleague about his conspicuous and frankly unsettling obsession (no fixation!) with my feet. He's been phoning me at home, after hours, disguising his voice, and grunting all manner of lewd obscenities about my feet and what he'd like to do with them, clearly pleasuring himself. Well, if he wants to inhale the strong cent of my sweaty soles, then he'll have to confess his transgression and get on his knees, groveling, like the slave to my feet that he is! He'll be my footboy, and I'll be his Goddess! And that will give me all the power I need to control him, to blackmail him, to humiliate him. He'll stroke for me at my leisure, and make a mess whenever and however I demand!