Worship at the Feet of the Boss Bitch
As the leader of the firm, I had a certain reputation to uphold. But even I wasn't expecting things to escalate quite like this. The intern, a fresh-faced young man with big ambitions and even bigger shoes to fill, found himself kneeling at my feet one fateful day.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Minx Grrl," he stammered, his eyes locked onto my shapely ankles encased in sheer black pantyhose. "I shouldn't have left my desk like that. It won't happen again."
I let out a soft chuckle, my high heels clicking against the floorboards. "Oh, but it will," I purred, leaning back in my chair. "In fact, I think you'll be doing a lot more than that from now on."
His face turned a shade redder as he struggled to comprehend what I was asking of him. "W-what do you mean, Ms. Grrl?"
"I mean," I said, standing up and revealing my full form in a tight skirt and blouse, "that I need someone to take care of me. Someone who knows how important my feet are."
The intern's eyes widened in realization. This wasn't a request; it was an order. And as much as he wanted to keep his job, he knew he had no choice but to obey.
Slowly, almost reverently, he stepped forward and began unlacing my shoes. He took each shoe off and sniffed it before setting it aside. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, a nervous tic that betrayed his excitement.
"That's a good intern," I praised, lifting my foot onto his lap. "Now, take off my pantyhose."
With trembling fingers, he slid my sheer hose down my leg, revealing my perfectly polished toes. I could see the desire in his eyes as he gently caressed my foot, his breath hot against my skin.
"That's it," I encouraged, offering him a tentative smile. "You're doing great."
With renewed confidence, the intern leaned in closer to my foot, his lips brushing against my instep. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't stop him. Instead, I closed my eyes and let myself be lost in the moment.
I felt his warm breath on my toes, and then his tongue darting out to trace the lines of my arch. It was intoxicating. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and the sound seemed to fuel his passion even more.
He worked his way up my foot, kissing every inch of skin, before finally reaching my toes. One by one, he kissed each toe, his lips lingering on each one as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
When he finally looked up, there was a sense of awe in his eyes. He had just experienced something truly unique, something he never thought possible in a professional setting. And yet, here he was, kneeling at the feet of his boss, worshiping her with every fiber of his being.
"Thank you, Ms. Grrl," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was... incredible."
I smiled down at him, feeling a twinge of pride in the way he'd taken control of the situation. "You're welcome, intern," I replied, extending my newly freed foot for him to admire. "Now, why don't you put them to good use?"
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around my leg, holding my foot against his chest like a prized possession. His eyes never left my foot, as if he couldn't get enough of the sight.
"Thank you, Ms. Grrl," he repeated, his voice shaking with emotion. "I won't let you down."
And with that, I knew I had him. He was mine now, body and soul. And while he might not have started out as a willing participant, I had a feeling he'd come to love every minute of it.
