Fetish Machine Femme - Shrunken my Boss for Foot Revenge and VORE

Fetish Machine Femme - Shrunken my Boss for Foot Revenge and VORE

As I sit at my desk, frustration mounts within me. My boss, a pompous man with delusions of grandeur, has been harassing me for weeks. He thinks he can fire me just because I dared to wear my favorite yoga pants and flip flops to work. What a joke! I'm the one who keeps this place running smoothly, not him. I've had enough of his nonsense. One day, as he's berating me yet again, an idea forms. Why not give him a taste of his own medicine? Why not shrink him down to a tiny size and make him suffer the way he's been making me suffer? With a clandestine grin, I retrieve a small device from my purse. It's called the Fetish Machine Femme, created by the enigmatic Egyal Storm. This device can make any man shrunken and submissive to your every whim. I activate the device, aiming it at my boss's chest. There's a faint humming sound, and then he starts to glow. In seconds, he shrinks down to the size of a Dixie cup. He looks up at me, terrified and confused. "What have you done to me?" he manages to ask. I tower over him, my flip flops practically dangling above his head. "This," I say coldly, "is what happens when you cross me." From that day forward, my boss becomes my personal foot slave. He spends his time crawling around on the floor, cleaning my shoes with his tongue and begging for my attention. He's no longer the head of the company; he's just another tiny, insignificant cog in the wheel. And I love every second of it.