Sharp Heels, Cold Ignorance – My Slave Under the Desk

Description: I walk into my office and sit down at my desk, dressed in a tight, professional outfit—denim pencil skirt and my dangerously high stiletto heels. my focus is on my laptop, where my clips4sale store is open and full of my favorite videos. i scroll through them with a satisfied smile, remembering all the pathetic slaves i've broken, trampled, and humiliated.what i don’t acknowledge is the slave already lying under my desk, half-naked, waiting like a footrest. i rest my heels on his body without a second thought, crossing and shifting my legs as i scroll, laugh, and admire my own work. my thin stiletto heels dig deep into him every time i move—but i never glance down. i don’t care how much it hurts him. he’s there to serve, nothing more.this is what it's like when i work: effortless power, complete disregard, and full control. when i'm done browsing, i close the laptop and leave—without ever acknowledging the thing beneath me.