Your nepo-baby boss brings you in for a one-on-one meeting to discuss your performance. Since you've been performing so well with high sales, the bratty CEO has taken a special interest in you. She’s noticed your not-so-subtle attraction to her high heels and feet, and she’s more than happy to use it to her advantage.Throughout the meeting, she keeps her heels on—crossed legs, teasing clicks against the floor, that smug smile that reminds you who’s in control. You can’t focus on her words, only on her voice and the way your foot fetish keeps betraying you. She knows exactly how weak she makes you and decides it’s time to take full financial control.The more you sell, the more she gains. She informs you that she'll be taking your commissions for herself, using your success to fund her life of luxury and control. As she leans back with that bratty Findom smirk, she tells you exactly how she’ll spend your money—designer heels, luxury cars, and anything else her spoiled lifestyle demands. You powerlessly surrender to her commands for full financial control, agreeing to follow a strict allowance granted by her authority while she laughs at how weak and pathetic you are.