My office object is serving as an edging shelf, chained to My desk as I check My emails. it’s job is to simply become any object I desire. I command it to stroke My property and keep it on the edge constantly for My amusement. So pathetic, I allow it to hump My shoes – only for it to be subjected to the sharp spikes all over My silver stilettos! Tormenting it’s balls as I command it to crawl under My desk to be used as My carpet. While I continue browsing on My laptop it serves beneath Me, desperately licking My soles spotlessly. I dangle My stilettos over its face and press My divine nylon feet deep against its nose allowing it to sniff and worship My perfect pantyhose feet..