Aftercare

How did this happen to you? You just had an innocent little foot fetish and now all you think about 24/7 is giant cocks and what they do to me. I think the trauma of living with a shrimp for a dick is really getting to you. I guess the only way for you to live with the grim reality that pretty much any man walking around is packing more than you... is to fetishize it. You've gone so overboard with it though. You can't focus at work. You can't think straight. All you think about is huge cocks. Well, I guess we have ONE thing in common...

I pull all the strings. I decide how you think and feel, what you do, how you move. I decide what you like, how you answer questions, everything you do is controlled by me. By implanting a string into the top of your head, I can make you nod whenever I decide. Good boys nod their head and say "Yes Goddess."

I own a company and my business model is simple. Hire men to work for me for free while I go on vacation or lay in bed 'til noon. Easy! I'm already a millionairess but still working hard at hiring men! After reading your resume I find out that you own a very successful company and I suggest our companies merge. That way you can run your company but it will still be mine and I'll have all the money! SEE? I am so smart! That's why I'm a millionairess. I have men working for me all over the globe, making me mountains of ca$h and guess what, they they all love it because they've fallen into the same spell you have. Face it, I am so irresistible that you can't help but fall victim, you'll do anything I say, hand over your company on a silver platter, worship at my feet, become my slave and sacrifice your life to me so I can have everything I've ever wanted. Say goodbye to your company, dignity, and life. (Oh, and you're hired, welcome)

"I need you," you say that all the time. "Please!" you whimper again... You don't even know what you're asking for. You don't even know what to do. You're horny and helpless but worry not. I know exactly what to do with you. It's my job to keep you horny and stroking and addicted to me. A stroke session is in order to secure your place in my cult.

Think you can cum from just tiny glimpses of my toes through my nylons? It's worth a shot...

We’re up late chit-chatting. We’re the last ones awake. You’ve been loving this alone time with me, but you have such an uneasy feeling. You can’t put your finger on it. Somehow this feels wrong and dangerous. Your girlfriend is snoring on the couch. Will she be mad that you never came to bed? Will she feel suspicious? Does she know how much you like me? Suddenly you can feel the energy in the room shift. I’m focused on you like a predator honing in on their prey. Your contentment turns to dread. Suddenly you feel déjà vu. You were right, something was off, something was wrong. Right before you slip under you remember that you’ve been in this exact situation with me before. You have felt yourself lose all control like this before. Many different times. You can remember me controlling you. Feeling helpless. How did this happen? What am I going to do to you? And then you’re out like a light.

The snobby secretary returns to the office a week later and seduces her boss with her feet yet again. She teaches Mr. Wimp a lesS0n in corporate finance, even suggesting they switch paychecks. It's only fair! financial domination, foot worship, humiliation. (Snobby Secretary is a 7 part series)

You scold the new girl for taking it upon herself to give herself and extra few hours of lunch time to go shopping. "What does it matter" she shoots back dismissively. Turns out she was shopping for lingerie, wanna see? She thought you did, that's why she put it on at the store. Maybe if you saw it you would agree that the extra time she used isn't a big deal. Do you think if you obediently jerked off onto the floor while she laughed and moaned to tease you while you kneel like a slave.... makes HER the boss? Yeah, she'd say so, and it's something you can both agree on.

It's been so long. You need to see them!

I was hanging out with your girlfriend the other day, we were laughing about my fans. She couldn't belive that CEI is a thing! I told her that it's not just losers who eat their cum, I could get any man to do it. Men are horny, weak and stupid. They will do literally anything it takes to blow their load as often as possible. She still didn't belive me so we made a bet. If I can get an unsuspecting man to spontaneously eat his cum, I win the bet. I'm a winner, you know.

You take me into your room, I am shocked to hear you have never seen a girl naked, I feel bad for you and offer to take off my clothes.... under one condition...

Clearly you cannot control your urges, you cannot resist sliding your disobedient hand down to your needy cock. I must supervise you. I need to beat some self control into you. The only way you'll learn to harness your sexual impulses is under my careful eye. I will decide when you touch and how many stroke you get. Go over your strokes or touch without my permission and you'll get a swift caning to the dick. (play along for some CBT fun)