Forbidden Zone

I am forbidden to look at, or even think about, my office mistress above the level of her shoes and socks. My only business is to kneel on the office floor beneath her chair and to silently and respectfully appreciate her footwear. Every crease in her socks must be studied; every movement admired. For she is my female better and I am her at desk, office footslave.















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