During the day you're "the" big boss, barking orders at other people, putting on a tough front and flirting with the women in your office. What would they think if they knew how much you love being My footstool? Mr big man counts the seconds 'till he's under My sweaty feet. He begs Me and pays Me just for the privilege of being stepped on. He gets a massive erection just by looking at My toes. Your true purpose is being furniture, not managing people. You live to have My feet on your face as a footstool born in the wrong body. While I do My pedicure, you must not talk or mumble, your tongue has to stay in your mouth at all times. If you don't, I will simply throw you away as I have no purpose for a faulty piece of furniture. Under My tiny feet, ""Mr Big Man"", you are nothing.