Via BeefyFootPig's Tumblr: My absolute filthy lust for a burly man in professional wear has the obvious Freudian straight line to my father. He used to work as a supervisor at his job in the 70s, and would come home from work around 5pm. While Mom finished making dinner, Dad would nap on the couch in his dress shirt, tie, pants and bare feet. I never played with them, but something about that look and that vision struck a nerve in me as a pre-pubescent kid. Khakis, dress pants, tie, buttoned shirt, polo…any look that resembles a boss or some level of office authority and ‘business drag’ gets me riled up more than any other barefooted look. The dominance factor and role-play mindset of Boss vs. Employee or CEO vs anyone looking to grovel to the boss adds so much to the level of hotness this is for me. There’s a sprinkle of degradation mixed in there, under the byline of “What would you do for a raise/to not get fired?” mind frame in there as well.