1. Yet Another Company of Women


    Date: 1/8/2016, Categories: BDSM Author: Femdomforfun 

    ... continued, as she flexed her toes again, &#034there are ways to get back on my good side, Kyle.&#034 He knew what she was suggesting, but he didn't want to believe it. &#034I'd been wondering if I'd made a mistake in hiring you, but I'm sure I didn't.&#034 Was she threatening him, he wondered. The though of touching her feet turned his stomach, but what if his job was at stake. &#034Well,&#034 she asked with a half smile, stretching her feet toward Kyle. &#034What are you waiting for?&#034 He hesitated, covering his nose. &#034You really have quite a complex about the smell. We're gonna have to confront that at some point.&#034 Kyle still couldn't get himself to touch her feet. &#034Look,&#034 she began, her irritation clear. &#034You're lucky I don't have you rub one foot while pressing your nose to the toes of the other foot, which is what you should be doing seeing there's no other way to deal with a complex like yours than by spending some time smelling my feet, but I just want a good foot rub. Your complex, we'll address another time and we're going to address it because it'll get in the way of our working relationship otherwise. I can't have an employee making faces every time I slip off my shoes. I deserve better than that.&#034 Kyle reached for one of her feet, the warm, sweaty nylon slippery in his hand. He recoiled, feeling foolish for doing so. &#034Or maybe we need to address that complex now,&#034 she mused. But Kyle grabbed both feet in his hands and began ...
    ... to squeeze. &#034There you go,&#034 she said, leaning back in her chair, eyes closed. &#034I needed this.&#034 He enjoyed her moans of pleasure, although he kept his head turned, trying to breathe only through his mouth. It didn't always work, the unforgiving stink still finding his nose. Although his hands got tired, she urged him on. &#034Keep going. And squeeze the toes too. Not too hard. That's it.&#034 After half an hour, Kyle's became visibly exhausted. Alexa noticed. &#034Why don't you get on the floor,&#034 she advised. &#034You can lean against the desk.&#034 &#034That's OK,&#034 he answered, uncomfortable about being literally at her feet. &#034It's not a request. I want you on the floor,&#034 she insisted, her voice stern. &#034Right here. I can't have you tiring out.&#034 He hesitated, but complied. As he sat on the floor, she swung her feet off the desk, crossed her legs before extending a nylon foot toward his face. He grabbed it and began rubbing, her toes only a foot from his face. She leaned back, smiling again as she told Kyle where to press and what to squeeze. The stink of her feet was still pungent, although he managed to hold an arm to his nose to keep from inhaling it. &#034I've had better foot rubs,&#034 she concluded, a half hour later. &#034But it was decent. I'm sure you can do better next time.&#034 She implied he'd be doing it again, but it wasn't his intention. When she dismissed him with a wave of the hand, he was happy to climb to his feet. ...
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