You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you? Q3 performance is exceptional - revenue up, obedience flawless, every corporate metric exceeded. You’ve traded dignity for profitability, and the system is working as designed. Kneel on the rug and look at what your labour earns you: my perfect arse in gleaming black PVC leggings, inches from your face. Touch yourself. Edge to the shine. This is your reward for being a profitable asset gooning while you worship the curve of my shiny thighs. But here is the truth you missed, sweetheart. That safety you feel? The ceiling you think your hard work created? It is comforting fiction. I am not merely pleased by your productivity I am aroused by your degradation. No matter how perfectly you tongue polish these leggings, no matter how many restless nights you sacrifice, I can escalate at any whim. Not because you failed but because your arbitrary torment excites me. Today, tomorrow, when you are sixty... you could become my human toilet. Not as punishment. POV corporate dominatrix scenario. Features shiny leggings fetish, arse worship, and psychological domination.
