Under the Spell of Miss Whitney Morgan
Miss Whitney Morgan's office was always a place of unease for Amy. She had been working as her assistant for almost two years now, and every time she walked in, her heart skipped a beat. Miss Morgan was a gorgeous woman in her mid-thirties, with long, wavy auburn hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She had a commanding presence, and Amy always felt like she was on edge when in her presence.
Today was the annual performance review day, and Amy was dreading it. She knew she hadn't been doing well lately, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to be fired. As she walked into the office, her nerves were on edge, and she couldn't help but notice the way Miss Morgan's high heels clicked against the floor as she walked.
"Amy," Miss Morgan said, looking up from her desk. "Please, have a seat."
Amy swallowed hard and sat down across from her boss. As she waited for Miss Morgan to begin the review, she couldn't help but stare at her feet. They were encased in a pair of shiny, black pointy-toed heels that went up to her knees. Amy found herself mesmerized by them, unable to tear her eyes away.
After what felt like hours, Miss Morgan finally spoke. "Amy, I have been watching you closely, and I'm afraid I have some bad news for you," she said, her voice cold and distant. "I am going to have to let you go."
Amy's heart sank. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it was finally here. She knew she had messed up, but she didn't expect it to end like this. As she looked up at Miss Morgan, she noticed something strange. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, and her lips were curled into a smug smile.
"However," Miss Morgan continued, "I have a proposition for you. I've noticed that you seem to have a fascination with my feet. Why don't I give you a little treat before you go? You can have a virtual footjob, and I think it will be quite enjoyable for both of us."
Amy blushed red, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. She couldn't believe her boss was offering her this. But before she could say anything, Miss Morgan snapped her fingers, and suddenly, Amy's pants felt wet and tight. She looked down and saw that she had cum all over herself.
Miss Morgan laughed, a cruel and mocking sound that sent shivers down Amy's spine. "I think that's enough for now," she said, standing up and walking around the desk. "Why don't you take off your pants and let me see how big of a mess you've made?"
Amy hesitated for a moment but eventually did as she was told. She stood up, her panties around her ankles, as Miss Morgan approached her. The woman reached out and grabbed Amy's cock through her pants, giving it a few hard tugs. Amy moaned, unable to help herself.
"That's it," Miss Morgan purred, her fingers dancing around Amy's clit through her panties. "You like that, don't you? You like being under my spell."
Amy nodded, unable to speak. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew there was no way out.
Finally, Miss Morgan snapped her fingers again, and Amy came, her entire body shaking as she cried out in pleasure. As she caught her breath, she looked up at her boss, who was now standing in front of her, one foot on top of her desk.
"That's a good girl," Miss Morgan said with a smirk. "Now, remember this when you're looking for a new job. And if you ever want a taste of my feet again, you know where to find me."
With that, she walked around the desk and sat down, crossing her legs, revealing her stocking-clad feet. Amy couldn't believe what had just happened, but she knew one thing for sure: she would never forget the day she was under Miss Whitney Morgan's spell.
