As I sit in my massive office, the furniture dwarfed by my presence, I notice your tiny gaze fixated on my feet. I start in my classy brown dress shoes, but as I feel your hungry eyes on me, I slowly strip down to my socks and then just my bare feet, savoring the power I have over you. With every glance at my soles, I can practically see you melting with desire, longing for them but too weak and small to do anything about it.