No Escape Under My Desk – My Feet Take Control
He’s right where he belongs… under my desk, completely trapped and at my mercy.
I rest my foot slowly on him, keeping it there for what feels like forever — no rush, just control. He can’t move, can’t escape… all he can do is feel every second of my teasing.
I play with my flats, letting them dangle lazily, swinging them back and forth just to drive him crazy. Sometimes I slip my foot out, letting that warm, worn scent fill the air… just enough to tease his senses even more.
Then I completely remove my flats and start playing with my heels, teasing slowly… until he simply melts under my control.
He stays there, still, obedient… having to endure the pressure, the teasing, the slow, intense sensation of my feet above him.
And honestly? I love every second of it.