will use my office bitch
The little foot bitch is already waiting for her goddess in the office. She has to kneel on the floor with the leash around her neck. The first thing that comes to mind in the office is to take off my boots and relax my feet. The foot slut has to do her job and smell and lick my socks. I want her to suck the sweat out of my socks. When I start shopping for my new underwear in the office, the foot bitch has to lie down under the desk and serve as a footstool for me. It’s practical: if I’m annoyed by an item that is no longer available in my size, then I take out my aggression on it.