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Office Takeover: Retirement Party
🕑 Added 2025-11-07 16:57:42 +0000 UTCJanet had been a loyal employee of the company for 20+ years. She got along with everyone she worked with and never complained. Her husband, Jim, travelled the country and made good money doing it. In fact, Janet only worked here to keep herself busy while her husband was away and to have some money for herself. Jim had made lots of savvy investments over the years, and now he was ready to retire and travel for fun. And he was going to take Janet with him. Janet wasn't your favorite employee to play with when she was entranced, but she had nice feet for her age that had a special smell of vanilla lotion, and you were going to be sad to see her go.
She'd announced her early retirement two weeks ago, and today was her last day in the office. As the (secret) boss of the company now, you took it upon yourself to throw her a retirement party. It was going to be the best party ever.... for you.
You waited until most of the women had completed their 10am "Office Takeover" training session and you followed it up some special instructions for today. As each woman was hypnotized and programmed for today's festivities, they mindlessly took off their shoes and trotted into the break room. As each one entered, they put on a party hat and stood silently in front of a table with a cake in the center. You didn't spend much on decorations, just a banner and some decorative flags. It was enough to say you did something, but it's not like anyone here was going to remember what really happened anyway. Janet sat at her own table, mindless, and waiting for your next commands.
You snapped your fingers and on cue, the women of the office droned "Happy Retirement, Janet" and each one lifted up one of their feet for you to see. Janet just sat there, a shocked, but mindless expression on her face. In her older age, the brainwashing was rather jarring so there was no sense of restfulness when she entered her trance.
"Janet. Can you wiggle your feet for me? I need to document your last day here." you asked as you pulled out a camera and started recording.
Most women, would have said "Yes master." but her mind was too far gone. She did obey, however, and her toes scrunched and her soles flexed for you as you captured some mementos to remember her by.
Another group of women who couldn't fit into the break room were still repeating the "Happy Retirement, Janet" mantra as they presented their soles to their soon-to-be-gone Sole Sister.
"I got you a vanilla cake to match that lovely lotion you always wear on your feet, Janet. Maybe you should try some."
Janet's weak mind always had to receive direct instructions as she couldn't really be trusted in a trance. As if she was proving the point, instead of taking a bite of cake, her jumbled thoughts couldn't comprehend what what exactly you wanted, so she just shoved her feet into the cake.
You'd never tried this before, but I guess Janet's last day had one last first for you, as you lifted up her limp foot and licked some of the icing off. Her feet had always smelled like vanilla and this time was definitely no exception. As you licked her soles clean, the rest of the employees came over and started getting slices of cake for themselves. In their entranced states, they didn't notice or care that each slide was smashed or had toeprints in them, and soon each wandered off back to their desks.
As the party concluded, you ordered Janet into your office to finish up some offboarding paperwork HR had sent over.
She sat down in a chair and mindlessly signed each paper that you held in front of her. You hated to end the day like this.
"Janet, lets end your last day with a bang. Place your feet on my lap."
Janet, sat unblinking, mouth still partially ajar, and moved her feet to your waiting lap for the last time.
As you thrusted against her slightly aged soles, her body bounced back and forth in the chair ever so slightly. Soon, you finished and you sent her on her way. Her trance wore off shortly after putting her shoes back on. She packed up her things and said her goodbyes. Hugs and tears were shed with her coworkers and soon she was gone.
It was a shame, but it was a short lived sadness as you realized you'd get to hire someone to replace her.
