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You’ve been slacking. Late reports. Missed deadlines. Consider your promotion gone! Your new position starts now, right here beneath my feet. You are my new foot stool. So kneel. You are to stay as still as possible while I finish some important work - no twitching, no shifting, no loud breathing, unless you want to risk me jabbing you with my patent leather heels! You’re so close to my pussy, but you’re never going to be allowed to touch it. You’re not even a man anymore. You’re a footrest. You’re furniture. And furniture doesn’t feel. Doesn’t think. Doesn’t whine when my heel presses down. You’re not demoted. You’re not fired. You’re …… reclassified. You belong to me now. Your purpose now is to be used. You are furniture now. Now, keep still - I have another three hours of work to do, and I don't want to feel a single movement from you!