by Joseph Roos
Joel here again. At work....again. No vacation days to use and work has been more stressful than usual. The last time I wrote I explained how a once in a while office fling had changed in to something more. My friend/fling, Tony, was promoted and became the boss. In more ways than one. Last time I wrote we were in a precarious position and I ended up under his desk down at his big size 13 feet. By the end of that sexy situation he said he promoted me from a cocksucker to footslave. Haha he’s a real comedian.
He’s really become even more domineering since that day. It’s still a weekly thing but most times he won’t even let me near his cock anymore. He saw how turned on I got while under his feet and apparently enjoys it himself.
Well, this past week I’ve been getting multiple emails and memos from Tony about mandatory overtime this weekend. It was apparently because of a computer conversion of our systems. It said everyone had to work either Saturday or Sunday. I’ve been beat and really didn’t wanna come in but mandatory is mandatory. We met in his office Friday after everyone left like clockwork. Even though I’ve been tired I was ready for some fun and a good release during our weekly retreat.
I knocked on his door and walked in. He was in the corner of the office on his leather loveseat with his laptop. His long legs and big size 13s propped up on the coffee table. His light brown hair was perfectly coiffed. His bright grey eyes didn’t even look up at me.
“Close the door. And lock it this time.” He said distantly.
I did, then walked over to the sofa and sat down beside him. I began to lean in to kiss him on the neck...
Abruptly without moving or looking at me he said “Did I tell you to sit?”
Immediately I’m thinking to myself he is really getting bossy. This new position is going straight to his head. The fact of the matter was my pride didn’t like being talked to like that but my dick felt differently. Never thought I’d like this treatment but I was almost immediately standing at attention when he said that.
I responded “No but..”
He cut me off “No buts. You are my subordinate here and you’re gonna need to take directions and not take liberties. Is that something you can work on?”
I stood up. “Uh yes. I’m pretty sure I can.” I said kind of confused because at this point I’m not really sure where this is going.
“I’m pretty sure I can what?” He questioned.
I should’ve seen this one coming and responded.
“I’m pretty sure I can....Sir”
“Now that wasn’t so hard...” he said still not making any eye contact with me just working on that laptop
“.....or is it.... hard?”
His eyes lifted just to look at an obvious budge in my trousers.
“Kneel.” Tony said sternly.
I did as I was told and knelt by his knees in between the sofa and table. He said staring at his computer screen “I was hoping you were coming in today I’ve been working like this all afternoon and this coffee table is a sorry excuse for an ottoman. You on the other hand, look like you were built to be a footstool. Get on your hands and knees. I have some more work to do. And I want to be more comfortable.”
The first foot worship between us was out of sheer luck and the past couple times have been pretty sensual. This was degrading and I hated myself for it but I was fucking loving it. I bent over as he took his legs from the table and I crawled submissively underneath them. He lowered his feet wearing his huge shoes that dangled off of my side.
I noticed they were new shoes. Expensive shoes. He had on a well tailored dark blue suit. Black tie. White shirt. I’d see this suit before on his slim toned frame but something was different. It was the shoes and the socks. I turned to look and found they were really low cut leather slip ons. They matched the suit exactly and so did the pair of socks he wore. Sheer navy blue striped socks. I love dress socks and sheer socks on a guy. I thought for a moment that it was odd he would wear those. Did he know I liked those kind?
That became a passing thought. Actually all thoughts became passing because the blood flow was no longer in my brain if you know what I mean. I was rock hard. He worked for a few more minutes typing and then stirred. I looked toward his feet again. He was slowly slipping off one shoe. Letting it dangle for a few moments. It seemed like a tease and I was hypnotised. The socks were cap toed and barely covered his long toes. My eyes followed up his high arches to his perfectly round heels. The socks were just a little small on his massive feet. He pushed the other shoe off and told me to collect them and place them in between my arms as he started typing again.
With his dark blue leather slip ons right under me Tony said “Lean down.”
“Closer.”
“Closer.”
I lowered my self awkwardly until my face was 6/7 inches away from his shoes. I could smell them. And wanted to bury my face in them. My cock was straining in my briefs. I moved closer to his shoes. I was so horny.
“That’s close enough. Stay right there.” He said. “I told you to follow directions. You just can’t help yourself.” He chuckled condescendingly. I felt reality again for a second. I wasn’t acting like a subordinate I was acting like a submissive or a dog. It was pretty humiliating and I was loving it. Wtf is up with me?
Again a passing thought, because at that moment he took one foot off my back and put it right on his shoes. His toes were centimetres away from my face. Now I could smell his socks and I was intoxicated. My cock began to throb, my arms struggled to hold myself up at such an awkward height. He noticed and said “Hold that position slave. Or I will take corrective action”. He’d never actually called me slave before. I barely heard what he said I was so turned on staring down his perfect feet, tightly stretching the sheer fabric of his socks.
He removed his other foot from my back and slowly drew it up my leg. I began to quiver. He started to rub my erection with his sock clad foot. All the time still typing and working away seemingly ignoring the fact that the piece of office furniture he had turned me in to was being being driven crazy.
I could feel my cock throbbing and the pre-cum start. 40 minutes in and he has me ready to blow. He kept going slowly minute after minute. I started to full on tremble. My arms start to shake barely holding my face away from his left foot. Another minute goes by and then another. Still massaging my cock. I need to have his foot in my mouth or to jerk off or something and soon! I can feel the precum through my red briefs and now coming through my gray trousers. I’m turning in to jello and I’m gonna explode. I start moaning loudly and he hushes me. I couldn’t stay in this sexual limbo for any longer. I’m in heaven and hell at the same time.
Right before my arms give way I lower myself and begin to suck on his toes through the navy sheer socks and moan softly. He slowly moves his other foot away from my crotch and I continue to worship his foot. I reach back to give myself some “relief” and his arm firmly grips my wrist. I look up. He is looking me dead in the eye for the first time.
“Not only did I not give you permission to touch my feet but I never said you were allowed to touch yourself. These are the exact kind of liberties I discussed with you at the beginning of our conversation. I said you would be a footslave to me. I use you how I see fit. Sometimes for your pleasure but mostly for mine. Today you were meant to be nothing more than a footstool. You failed. I hope next time you will behave better.”
He was so stern and sexy and I was so turned on still. I immediately answered “Yes sir” God, I just wanted to cum. He then said “I didn’t want to have to take corrective action but you’ve given me no choice. You aren’t cumming today.”
“I’m all done with work. Time to call it a day. Don’t even think about jerking off either. You need to understand the roles of our work relationship if you still want these feet.” He then presses his foot right to my face. I loved it. “And you still want these feet right?”
“Yes sir I do” I said.
“You do what?” Tony said.
He was gonna make me say it out loud. I paused. And said “Yes sir. I do want your feet...please.”
“Well done. Ok see you this weekend for overtime.”
I was a mess. I asked if I could clean myself up in his private bathroom. He said it was fine and to lock up. He said “you better not jerk off in their either!” And I promised him I wouldn’t.
I washed my hands and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was a bit messy and my clothes were out of shape from kneeling in my gray suit. I went to clean up my pants, and I kept replaying the events of the last hour in my mind. I was still erect and it hurt and felt sooooo good. I couldn’t help myself. I imagined how he was and looked and spoke earlier. I thought of his socks and shoes and his gigantic feet and blew my load. I couldn’t help it. I was getting so enamoured with him and the new foreplay I’ve discovered. Even an anticlimactic Friday spent as a human ottoman was a fun event for me. I’ve always been ashamed of my fetishes but Tony is bringing something out in me.
I’ll have to let you know how overtime goes.....
