You had been getting bad sleep lately, and your boss had noticed. She called you down to her office, and put on quiet music, dimming the lights. She started talking about the new products the company was going to launch, and you just couldn't stay awake. And she knew it.

You woke up tied under her desk, met with a strong musky odor. Her flats dangled in front of you, and then dropped, exposing her floral-patterned nylon-clad feet.

"Mm? Oh, wow, you've been out for, like, 3 hours. Well, I can't have high-positioned employees slacking off, so you've been demoted to my foot pet. Permanently. If you want food today, start sniffing my feet."

She shoves her feet into your face