You are such a pathetic mess, getting totally blasted at the company NYE party. And of course, as usual, I'm stuck with the burden of taking care of you. I resentfully take you home and you sit on the floor, at eye level with My stilettos. I notice you've been developing a habit of making excuses to drop by my office. Then you end up staring at the ground at My feet as if I can't tell. I confront you about your staring, making fun of you for your desperation. I think it's funny that you're practically drooling, once again staring at My shoes. I decide to tease the fuck out of you by danglin...

You are such a pathetic mess, getting totally blasted at the company NYE party. And of course, as usual, I'm stuck with the burden of taking care of you. I resentfully take you home and you sit on the floor, at eye level with My stilettos. I notice you've been developing a habit of making excuses to drop by my office. Then you end up staring at the ground at My feet as if I can't tell. I confront you about your staring, making fun of you for your desperation. I think it's funny that you're practically drooling, once again staring at My shoes. I decide to tease the fuck out of you by dangling My heels, showing a peek of My soles and slowly dropping them when you least expect it. I can tell you have a hardon, it's obvious. I won't allow you near them, although your eyes are like magnets to My perfect size eight feet. I stretch My feet and toes, then wrinkle them, showing off every angle of your obsession. I laugh at your addiction to My feet and how you have no chance of getting to touch them, ever. Plus, now I have something to hold over your head at the office. If anyone's getting a promotion, it's going to be Me after all.