you are not a man. A worm. A dog that crawled under the table and stays there because that is all you are worth.

you have been there all day. you are afraid someone will notice you. No one will. you are too small. Too worthless to be seen.

All you are worth is watching what I allow near the floor. My platform shoe. My stocking. My foot. The leather at your face. you try to breathe in the smell of my feet. The smell of my shoe. That is your whole day.

you are so pathetic I could step on you by accident and not feel it. The only thing you get from me.

you watch like a dog. Devoted. All day. your cock leaks from the sight of my legs alone. From the stocking. From the platform. From the foot that did not choose you.

you are not worthy of more. you are not a man under my table. you are a dog. you are a worm.

This is your life now. Get used to it.

your entire world is reduced to this single view - My long legs and the extreme high heels right in front of your face. your neck is locked in a heavy steel collar, chained short to the leg of My desk. you cannot lift your head. you are not allowed to look higher than My waist. Ever.

you are ignored for hours. No words. No attention. No acknowledgment that you even exist. Because you are not a person anymore. you are not even a pet. you are simply a piece of My interior - silent, motionless furniture that exists only to complete the picture beneath My desk.

The only thing that changes day after day is My shoes. One day these cruel platform boots. The next - glossy patent stilettos. Then tall leather over-the-knee boots that smell of the city streets. you learn every detail of them. Every scuff, every shine, every new pair. That is your only stimulation. That is your entire sexual life now.

you stay locked in chastity, leaking uselessly onto the floor while I work above you. Hours pass. you hear Me typing, talking on the phone, crossing and uncrossing My legs. Sometimes the tip of My heel accidentally brushes against your face - and even that tiny contact makes your caged thing twitch desperately.

But you get nothing.

No touch.

No mercy.

No release.

you are just there. Breathing. Leaking. Waiting. Forgotten until the moment I decide I need something from you - to clean My shoes with your tongue, to serve as a footrest, or simply to remind you how completely irrelevant you are.

This is not temporary.

This is not a scene.

This is your new permanent reality, slave.

Under My table.

Beneath My heels.

Completely ignored.

you are nothing but a useless, worthless, leaking PET under My table.

you do not deserve My attention. No one sees you. No one notices you. you exist only as a pathetic, trembling shape on the floor - locked in tight chastity, leaking helplessly while staring at My perfect legs in latex leggins and heels.

your worthless thing drips and throbs, but you will never cum. Real men cum. you are just a PET . PET does not cum. They only leak, suffer and stay denied beneath their Owner.

This is your place. This is your forever.

Ignored. Leaking. Forgotten.

you wake up naked, chained, blindfolded.

The last thing you remember is a date from a dating app.

Now you hear the click of high heels approaching...

All you can see below, from under the blindfold, is black latex trousers and black toenails in high-heeled shoes.

Then the vampire gloves appear - black leather gloves covered in sharp metal spikes.

I sit down slowly, take your throbbing cock in My dangerous hands, and begin to stroke.

Every movement brings you both agonizing pain and unbearable pleasure.

I watch with cold delight as you squirm, moan, and suffer under My complete control.

No mercy. No escape. Just My spiked gloves owning you completely.

Will you beg for more pain... or for release?

you are exactly where you belong - beneath My desk.

While I'm in My office chair, elegantly dressed in shiny black tights and sharp stiletto boots, completely focused on My work. I cross and uncross My long legs right above your face and ignore your existence entirely.

All day long you stay trapped under My desk like the pathetic office slave you are.

This is your reality. This is your place.

you thought your little secrets were safe... until this call phone... until I hacked your computer and webcam.

I’ve seen everything. All your hidden videos, the photos of you dressed up like a slut, the way you moan while fucking yourself with toys, how you paint your lips and call yourself a pathetic sissy.

And now you belong to me.

In this call, I calmly explain your new reality. No money. I don’t want your cash. What I want is complete control.

From now on, you will dress like a cheap whore whenever I tell you to. you will fuck your holes with toys on my command. you will send me full video reports of your obedience - every single time.

If you refuse... I will expose you to everyone - your friends, family, coworkers. Everyone will know what kind of desperate sissy you really are.

you’re in panic. you’re terrified. Right. you should be scared

you are allowed nothing more than to sit quietly on the floor like a discarded object and stare at My lower body while I sit at My desk and completely ignore your worthless existence. you are pathetically trying to inhale as much of My post-workout foot sweat as possible... try harder, little foot pervert. I allow it. My damp post-gym sneakers are right next to your desperate face. My sweaty white socks - hot, sticky, covered in pills and filled with that strong, pungent scent - are now all you get to see. But you will never be allowed to touch My feet or kiss them. you will never lick the sweat off My soles. All you deserve is to remain under My desk - ignored, humiliated, and helplessly addicted to the smell of My sweaty socks while I pretend you don’t even exist.

Kneel down, you pathetic foot pervert, and prepare to submit to the ultimate OIL-SOAKED FEET WORSHIP MASSAGE in immersive POV ASMR.

I know your weak mind craves the sight of My perfect, GLOSSY OILY SOLES dripping with slick oil, shining under the light as I command you to worship every inch. Watch closely in POV as I pour warm, SLICK oil all over My divine feet, making them GLOSSY and irresistible.

Listen to the addictive oily squelching sounds as I slowly massage My perfect feet. Feel the power as I tease you with close-up views of My OILY arches and toes, encouraging you to imagine your tongue tracing every slick curve.

This isn't just a massage - it's your total surrender. you will obey and adore My OIL-SOAKED FEET while I mock your desperation.

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Black Ankle Platform High Heel Boots... just like the very ones you dream of.

But you are not worthy to wear them - you are nothing but a sissy. All you can do is worship those stilettos on your Mistress's royal feet, like a desperate little pervert, while I completely ignore your presence.

Look where you belong, pet.

I’m sitting comfortably while you’re right there on the floor - under my black heels. My dirty sole swings above your face, close enough for you to smell the leather and the dirt you’re desperate to clean with your tongue.

you stay perfectly still.

Eyes on my feet.

No looking up at me.

No speaking.

No attention.

you are completely ignored... just like a good, obedient dog should be.

This is your real place.

Silent.

Desperate.

Waiting for the slightest chance to worship.

Real POV. Real ignore. Real power.

Dog doesn't deserve to look any woman in the eyes.

The only thing a worthless dog like you is permitted to stare at Mistress Ksana's perfect legs and heels.

Dog deserves nothing more than to be tightly gagged, silently drooling, and watching every movement

desperately awaiting my attention while I completely ignore your existence.

No words.

No attention.

No eyes above.

TOTAL IGNORE.

I’m sitting at my desk, focused on my work, while you’re exactly where you belong - under my table.

No words. No glances. No attention.

Just the slow, deliberate movement of my feet in sandals... then barefoot. Teasing, rubbing, pressing against you while I completely ignore your existence.

This is what your place feels like.

This is what your life is.

Beneath me. Forgotten. Used.

Long, uncut POV. Real office ignore foot tease.