Media Impact Customs - Brandy has a Tiny Footman Under Her Desk JOI CL

Media Impact Customs - Brandy has a Tiny Footman Under Her Desk JOI CL

As Brandy walks into her office, she's already deep in conversation on the phone. She barely notices the life-sized dummy that is strategically placed under her desk, focusing solely on her work. The dummy is dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, a perfect match for Brandy's own elegant attire. Setting her phone down, Brandy kicks off her shoes and settles down at her desk. She unfurls her legs, revealing a pair of shapely calves that are adorned with sheer stockings. Her gaze briefly flickers towards the dummy beneath her, taking in its pristine appearance. Without hesitation, she leans back in her chair, resting her feet on the dummy's crotch. Brandy's feet are delicate and beautifully formed, adorned with sparkling jewels that glint in the sunlight streaming through the window. The dummy remains still, its eyes fixed on Brandy's feet as they begin to move, massaging the bulge in its pants. A tiny footman, shrunk to a fraction of its normal size by a mysterious Media Impact Customs technique, is hidden inside the dummy's suit, enjoying the sensation of being worshipped by Brandy's feet. Over the course of the next few minutes, Brandy continues to ignore the dummy, instead focusing on her work. However, she can't help but occasionally stretch out her legs, using the dummy's body as a makeshift footrest. The tiny footman inside the suit squirms with pleasure at the attention, his eyes locked on Brandy's feet as they tease him. As Brandy takes a few calls, the conversation turns heated, and she begins to rub her feet more vigorously against the dummy's crotch. She can feel the hardness growing beneath her feet, and she takes perverse pleasure in the thought that she's driving the tiny footman inside the dummy to climax. Finally, she slams down the phone with a satisfied smile, knowing that she's left her submissive footman aching for more. Looking under the table, Brandy sees the dummy's pants beginning to bulge even further. She leans forward, her mouth curling into a wicked smile. "Are you getting hard?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Are you enjoying this?" She pauses, her foot tapping impatiently against the dummy's thigh. "Well, better finish you off in your pants," she says, before leaning back in her chair and resuming her work. Ignoring the tiny footman's pleas, Brandy continues to ignore the dummy, her feet rhythmically rubbing against the dummy's crotch. After what feels like an eternity, she finally reaches down and begins counting down from ten. With each number, the dummy's movements become more frantic, and the tiny footman inside can feel himself getting closer to climax. At last, on the count of three, Brandy removes her feet from the dummy's crotch, leaving it twitching in anticipation. She stands up, pulling on her shoes and smoothing out her skirt. As she exits the room, she can hear the muffled sound of the dummy exploding in its pants, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.