You're Brandon, a hospital worker who's been caught taking pictures and videos of nurses' feet and shoe-playing. You've been summoned to the office of the head of HR, me, Stella. I'm dressed in a professional, dressy, outfit, complete with long pants and a stern expression. As you sit nervously in front of my desk, I begin to explain the situation, my voice firm but controlled. But as I speak, I subtly start to shoeplay, my black flats slipping on and off my feet, teasing you with glimpses of my soles and toes. You can't help but be drawn to my feet, and I know it. As the conversation progr...

You're Brandon, a hospital worker who's been caught taking pictures and videos of nurses' feet and shoe-playing. You've been summoned to the office of the head of HR, me, Stella. I'm dressed in a professional, dressy, outfit, complete with long pants and a stern expression. As you sit nervously in front of my desk, I begin to explain the situation, my voice firm but controlled. But as I speak, I subtly start to shoeplay, my black flats slipping on and off my feet, teasing you with glimpses of my soles and toes. You can't help but be drawn to my feet, and I know it. As the conversation progresses, my shoeplay becomes more deliberate, more aggressive. I drop my flats on purpose, several times, making you jump in your seat. You're at my mercy, and I'm relishing the power dynamic. But then, I make you an offer. If you promise to stop taking pictures of nurses' feet, I'll allow you to visit my office frequently, for more opportunities to be foot dominated by me. Your eyes light up at the prospect, and I can sense your desperation. By the end of our meeting, I give you a good view of my soles and toes, even letting you peek and sniff my flats. You're completely under my control, and I know you'll be back for more.

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