As the day is slowly coming to an end, I try my hardest to focus on emails and answering the telephone. Every time he saunters past me with the swagger of a millionaire, I get a subtle whiff of his masculine cologne. The smell of him sends my brain into a frenzy, leaving me anxiously anticipating what's to come in a few hours. Ever since my first day at this company I have been drawn to this man like a magnet to a refrigerator. He's beefy, a healthy 200 pounds of solid muscle, with a devilishly chiseled facial structure. His high cheek bones and big brown eyes are both very dangerous weapons that he has no problem using against somebody who's too weak to resist. He stands at 6 and a half feet tall, with monstrous hands and size 14 and a half wide beefy feet. This man is the definition of masculinity, and I have the exclusive honor of serving him every day as his personal slave.
We met in my initial interview. He is the assistant regional manager at the office, making him the second most powerful man in the office. He usually conducts the first interview, and then decides if the company should proceed to a second interview or find another candidate for the job. Luckily, I past his test and have now been working here for almost a year.
His name is Brian Crowder, but I am never allowed to call him by his name. I am always to call him Sir, even at the office. Nobody at the office knows about our arrangement, and I am under very strict guidelines as to how I am to behave at the office. I am never to stare at him at work, speak to him about anything non-work-related, or reveal in any way that he and I spend any time together outside of work. In the beginning of our "arrangement" this was very difficult to do, but over time it has become easier.
The beginning:
2 months into my employment, Brian's secretary had to take a leave of abscence because she had a sick relative out of town who needed her. She was unsure of when she would be able to return, but knew that it would be at least over a month. I was just the receptionist at the time, when Mark (Brian's boss) approached me and asked me if I'd like a 7% raise and to have her position as the A.R.M.'s assistant. He explained that he would rather have someone who has been in the office and knows how things work around here to have that position, and that he could get a temp to take over reception.
I of course accepted his offer, mainly because of the raise, and was transferred to her old desk right outside of Brian's office. Brian didn't even notice I was a different person until my third day, he kept calling me "Julie". "Julie, my coffee is empty." "Julie, go get me some lunch." "Julie, I need you to get Nancy from accounting on the phone for me pronto." He never even raised his head, or took a second to look at me. I didn't mind, I knew a man like him was very busy and worked too hard to focus on someone as low as his assistant. At the end of my third day he stopped at my desk on his way out, "Jul- oh, where's Julie? I need her to fax this and make some copies before she leaves" he said, making eye contact with me for the first time since that first interview when I first met him. I was practically shaking with intimidation, his big brown eyes felt like they were burning a hole right through me. Something about his presence and him looking at me made me feel so strange, as if I were in the presence of a king or someone who had authority over me. Feeling his eyes baring into me, I felt like a small bug that he could carelessly crush at any moment with the slightest gesture of his hand.
"Uh-hi sir, I'm um-I'm Alex. I uh-I used to be in reception-uh but uh-Julie had to leave so I-uh I ended up taking her-uh spot." I stammered, feeling like a dumbass in front of this beautiful man. "So your my new Julie?" He asked, looking at me as if he was hoping I would say no. "Yes Sir, I'm Alex sir." I responded, my voice a little shaky. "Get this faxed to corporate, there's a small stack of papers on my desk that need copied, and make sure you put them back where they go before you leave." He said carelessly, turning around and walking away. Once he got out of sight I sighed and took the paper over to the fax machine. I couldn't believe how he made me feel, just by looking at me and asking me a reasonable question. I felt so inferior, like I should be on my knees and ready to serve this man in any way he could ever want. It's so odd because I've never felt like this just from another man's presence before, or anyone's presence before.
The next day I came in like usual, with Brian's coffee just the way I know he likes it. He usually sends me to get him coffee around 9, so I figured why not show up with it at 8. I know he's gonna want it, so I thought he would be pleased if he already had it. I knocked on his door and slowly opened it, as I usually did. As I approached his desk he looked up at me and smiled "what's this Allen?" He asked.
"I know you like coffee so I figured I'd bring you some. I added 3 French vanilla creams and 4 spoons of sugar Sir" I said, handing the cup out to him. I noticed he called me Allen, but I didn't really care. I just hoped e would be happy with me for bringing him coffee.
Just then the phone rang, and he gestured for me to set it on the desk and to leave the room. It must've been important, so I sat the coffee down and walked out quietly shutting the door behind me. Ten minutes before 9 he hollered for coffee, and I dropped what I was doing and got it for him. When I brought it to him he was on the phone again, so I sat it down and quietly scurried out.
The next few days I continued to bring him coffee, but he never said a word. That next Friday, he called me into his office an hour before quitting time. "Hey Dalton, I recently lost my housekeeper, and was wondering if you could come over this weekend and wash my car, help me pick up the house? Maybe do some yard work too, if your up to it? I would be so relieved if I had someone to be nice enough to come and help me." He asked, smiling with a warm and inviting smile. In any other circumstance I would say no, and walk out of the room. But there was something about this man, his warm smile, the way his brown eyes lit up.
He made it sound like such a good idea, I couldn't say no to him. Like a mindless zombie, I responded "yes sir, I would be honored to come and help you" and as soon as I said it, I quickly realized how stupid I sounded. His smile got even bigger after I replied, "Excellent. So I'll see you tomorrow morning, let's say 8 o'clock. You can find the address in my file. Thank you so much, your such a good assistant. Any man would be lucky to have such a good assistant." He said, smiling with a big smile and sounding kind've like he was talking to a dog or baby. I can't fully describe how his words and voice made me feel, but it send tingles down my back. My head became numb as he was talking, and I felt tingles in my whole body. I loved the fact that he was happy with me, and the idea that I can do something to make his weekend easier.
Later on I thought about the way he made me feel, and I was so confused. Hours later as I was relaxing at home, I couldn't help but to keep thinking about earlier that day. I questioned myself, how he could make me feel that way, I questioned myself as to why I allowed him to make me feel that way. I couldn't quite get it, but the way he was smiling at me was like he knew something that I didn't. It was as if he knew my dirtiest secret. The more I thought about it, the more rock solid my penis became.
The next morning I was up at 7, so I could be ready and arrive on time. I got there ten minutes early and was ready to go. I knocked on his door a few times, then I waited. About 5 minutes later I knocked again, but still no answer. I didn't want to leave, because if I left then he would think I never showed. I couldn't have him being disappointed in me, that would be unbearable. As the time past it became 8:15, and that's when I noticed there was a big pair of yard scissors, a rake, and a ruler sitting by the garage door. They must've been there, and that's when I noticed his grass was getting pretty long. He did mention yard work, maybe I could get to work on the yard until he wakes up and let's me inside to do the inside work. It sounded logical to me, so I grabbed the ruler and the scissors. I only grabbed the ruler because I didn't want the grass to be all kinds of different sizes, I genuinely wanted his yard to look nice.
I thought about it for a few minutes, trying to decide how many inches a lawn mower would cut it. I finally settled on 2 inches, then got to work. As the morning progressed, the sun started to beat down making it hot as ever. I didn't bring anything to drink, I assumed I would be able to get a glass of water or something when I needed it from Brian's sink. I continued to work though, dripping with sweat and a dry throat. As I was just finishing around the side of the garage I heard the garage door open. I jumped up and rushed over to see Brian standing there in a beeter and sexy boxers, wearing a pair of comfy looking slippers.
I couldn't believe how gorgeous he looked, standing there with his arms stretched up grabbing the bottom of the garage door above him. His hair was slightly messy, a mild case of bed head. His big brown eyes looked right at me "Hey Brian, I got here a little early. I decided I'd get to work on the outside while you slept in, I hope I did a good enough job." I said, desperately seeking his approval. He smiled at me with a beautiful grin, "What did you cut the grass with?" He asked, a look of amusement on his face.
"Well, there was a ruler and a big pair of scissors sitting over there" I pointed, "So I grabbed them and used them to cut it." I said. "You really got on your knees and cut this whole yard?" He asked, scoffing. He looked around, studying my work. I waited anxiously, hoping for his approval. "And you started at 8 o'clock?" He asked, still looking around.
"Yeah, about 15 minutes after 8." I replied.
"It's 11:30 now, you've really been out here this whole time." He stated, not as a question. "Nice. Your such a good assistant. Go ahead and go finish off the side yard there, then I want you to go home and clean yourself up. Once you get all that sweat off yourself, come back and let yourself in the front door. There will be a chore list on the table to your right when you enter the foyer, I'll need you to complete that list for me. I won't be back til late tonight, if your finished before I get back just lock the door behind you and don't leave any kind of mess. Thanks again." He said, turning around and walking back into the house. I couldn't believe how masculine and demanding he was. I was eager to finish so I could get cleaned up and go take care of the inside of his house.
The Secret that Sealed the Deal:
It's 8:30 p.m. now, and I'm just now finishing his house. I was very cautious to not leave any kind of foot print in the freshly mopped floor, or any used paper towels from cleaning, or anything that could be viewed as messy. As I was finishing the last chore on the list, I heard the front door open. I continued cleaning, so he wouldn't think I'm slacking. A few minutes later I was finished, and headed toward the cleaning closet to put the cleaning supplies away. As I shut the closet door I heard a voice "Hey boy, I'm in the living room" he called, and I eagerly headed towards the living room. He was lounging back in his recliner, with his shoes off and his big feet reclined in the air. As I walked in and noticed his huge dirty socked feet, I stopped and stared.
Feet have always been my biggest weakness. Something about the smell, the big veins, the way toes wiggle, it makes me go crazy. I instantly sprouted a boner, and was finding it very difficult to not stare at his dirty white socks. My foot fetish was always something I couldn't ignore, anytime I see a nice pair of feet my eyes are instantly glued to them. I'm sure people out in public in their flip-flops have noticed me staring before, but they've never said anything about it. I love bare-feet and I love dirty socks, sometimes even shoes. I was nervous because I didn't want Brian to find out, I've always kept it a big secret around the people that I know or have to come in contact with on a daily basis.
As I started towards the couch across from him, he stopped me "oh, the furniture has just been polished, if you've finished your chore list that is. We don't wanna dirty it up again, you can sit on the ottoman" he pointed to, it was right by his feet that were up on his recliner's foot rest. I sat down, trying extra hard to not stare at the big feet that were now at eye level and less than 4 feet away from my face. "So did you get it finished?" He asked, wiggling his toes and distracting me to no end. "Yes Sir, everything is finished. If I didn't do something right, I'd be happy to come and correct it tomorrow for you." I replied, trying my hardest not to stare at his feet. I had a feeling he noticed me staring, but was hoping he didn't.
"Good boy. Your such a good boy." He said, wiggling his toes and sending tingles down my back and through my head. I had a raging boner at this point, but I was hoping he couldn't see. "I see you found all the cleaning stuff. Your such a good assistant." He said, again sounding like he was talking to animal or small child. I was focused on those feet, I couldn't help myself. He kept moving them back and forth, and wiggling his toes. Every wiggle made me dick jump, making it even more obvious I was turned on beyond belief at this moment. As I looked up, I noticed he was watching me with a smirk on his face.
"There is another thing you can do for me, something that's not on your list. I've been out running around with my friends all day, I need someone to rub these big feet for me." He started rubbing his feet together as he continued talking, "I need a good boy to rub them for me. Are you a good boy?" He asked me, as I was now shaking knowing what was about to come next. "Yes Sir, I try to be a good boy for you." I replied, feeling as if I was about to jump out of my skin. "I think you're a very good boy, And I also think you like my feet. Be a good boy and tell me the truth, what do you think about my big feet?"
It was as if he had me hypnotized, his strong smooth voice sending tingles down my back. I was so horned up and in such a dazed state, I let it all out. "Yes Sir, your feet are so big and they look incredible Sir. I have a raging boner just from smelling them so close to me" I said, like a mindless zombie. He smiled at me, "Do you like the smell? They've been in my shoes all day long, and before that they were cooking in my stinky slippers all morning. Does that smell make you happy, boy?" He asked, wiggling his toes and plunging me even further into a state of bliss. "Yes Sir, May I please put my face in them Sir? I want to smell your feet so bad Sir, I have such a huge foot fetish Sir. Your feet are enormous, I need to make them feel good" I replied, desperate to have a go at his beautiful feet.
He looked at me with a look of pure amusement, and gestured with his hand for me to go ahead. I dove in, smelling the sweaty fabric encasing those big and masculine feet. I could not believe I was here, in Brian Crowder's living room smelling his feet after a busy Saturday. After an unknown amount of time of me sniffing like a coke head, I heard his beautiful voice speak out to me again, "Take the socks off, and use your teeth." I had never done this before, and it took me a while before I even got the first off. The fabric kept slipping between my teeth, but I didn't give up. I finally got both dirty socks off, and anxiously sat there awaiting my next order. "Do you want to taste them?" He asked, and I nodded my head yes vigorously. "I'll tell you what, you've been such a good boy today. Tomorrow I want you here again, same time. Your gonna let yourself in, I'll write down the code for you so you can get in. Once you get in I want you to make me breakfast, I'll have what I want you to make written on a notepad on the counter for when you arrive. You'll serve me breakfast in bed, and if I'm satisfied I might let you have my toe jam while I eat. But, you mustn't go home and jack off. Do you understand? If you get off tonight and I find out, I'm gonna kick you out and you'll never taste my foot sweat. I want you horned up and ready for your boss in the morning, got it?" He asked, lookin very serious and very sexy. "Yes Sir, I promise Sir. And I'll be here in the morning sir." I replied. He tapped my face with his right foot "Good boy. Now leave." He said, and I jumped up and left.
When I got home it took all of my will power to not touch myself. I fell asleep with a raging boner, anxiously anticipating the next morning.
From Assistant to Submissive:
I walked into his bedroom, carrying the luxurious tray that held his breakfast on it. It took me a little while to finish his breakfast, but I did it and was ready to serve it to him. As I approached him, I wondered what I should do. He looked to still be asleep, I wasn't sure if I should wake him. Surely he doesn't want cold food, so I decided I'd try to gently awaken him to see if he wanted his food now. As I got close to him his eyes opened, I assumed he must be a light sleeper. He rubbed his eyes and smiled, "Where's my coffee?" He asked, as I set the tray down for him to dig in. "I'm goin for it right now Sir. I was worried it would spill sir, my apologies." I responded. I rushed to get his coffee and brought it back to him, then kneeled there and watched him eat. I was hoping he would tell me to dig in on those big feet, but he didn't even take them out of the blanket. He never said a word just ate his food that I cooked for him. In the middle of eating he snapped his fingers, and I instantly looked up to see what he needed. "Napkin" He said curtly, and I rushed to get him a few.
When he finished his food he dropped his silverware and set the tray to the side. "Slippers" he snapped, and I scanned the room trying to find them. I saw thin by the door, and grabbed them and brought them to him. He kicked the blanket off and I put them on his beautiful feet, staring at his toes. As soon as I got them on he slid off the bed "Go do the dishes from breakfast, then get out. As a reward I'll let you take my dirty socks from last night, they're still laying in the living room where you took them off. And don't breathe a word of this to anyone, you hear me boy?" He demanded, and I shook my head. He waved his hand, then was off to the bathroom to get ready for his day. I grabbed the tray and did all the dishes, wiped down the counters, swept the floor, mopped for good measure, and put all the dishes away. Then I headed out, ready to go home and bust a nut. I was disappointed that I didn't get to taste his feet directly, but at least I got those socks from last night. I felt extremely happy and horny, anxious to see what he was gonna have me do for him next.
Monday came and everything was normal at work. The next few days past, and everything was normal until Thursday. Right before lunch I was told that I was needed to work through my lunch today. Brian told me he had some additional training he wanted me to complete.
At noon I met Brian in his office. He instructed me to lock the door behind me. Usually Brian doesn't stay in the office during lunch, so he figured everyone would assume he wasn't there. I locked the door and sat down, unsure of what Brian had planned for our "training" today. Brian was finishing up a phone call, and kicked his feet up on the desk. He had on shiny black dress shoes, and they were distracting me.
He hung up the phone and did some typing on his computer. He had his ankles crossed, and was clicking his shoes together repeatedly as he typed.
He finally turned away from the computer and to me. I was stunned from his beautiful eyes, I knew I was gonna melt in front of him again like I always did. "Okay, so I wanted to meet with you today so we could discuss some additional job duties that you'll be expected to perform." He said, in a very professional tone. Then he did it, he kicked off his shoes, revealing his shiny black dress socks. He started wiggling his toes as he kept talking, "Since you have such a big thing for the boss' feet, I've decided we can work something out that will benefit the both of us." He said with a smile, and I couldn't take my eyes off of those socks. "Rub my feet boy, and listen to me" he continued, as I started rubbing his feet. "Here's the deal, you want my feet, and I want control. First thing, I'm not letting you touch my feet with your faggy face until you have your little cock locked up. I don't like having to see your little boner every time I want my feet taken care of. And I certainly don't want some queer to be thinking about me and beating off. So you order a chastity belt, then put it on and bring me the key. That's when I'll reward you with a taste. For now you can keep on rubbing." He said, wiggling his toes.
I couldn't believe what I just heard. I've always been a bit too obsessed with touching myself, I usually beat off at least twice a day. I was horrified, but I knew I had to have a taste of those beautiful feet. I figured if that's what it takes to have such a strong and sexy man to worship, then I'll do it. He interrupted my train of thought when he continued, " And I'll be taking 20% of your salary. Your gonna fill out this paper, having 20% of your direct deposit sent to the account I have written there. I just don't think you need that much money, and since I'm helping you, you should be paying me. Also, I'm gonna use you rather than hire a new housekeeper. I'll be expecting you to come over on Saturdays, 6:00 in the morning on the dot. You'll let yourself in with the code I gave you, and you'll clean my house. You'll stay until I dismiss you, until I am completely satisfied with you work. Do you understand that?" He said, waiting for me to answer. "Yes Sir" I replied, still massaging those beautiful feet. "Second, every day your gonna wait ten minutes after I leave the office, and then your gonna come to my house. I don't want people to see you follow me, that's why I say ten minutes. Your going to come over, rub my feet, maybe lick them if you get that cage we talked about, and make me dinner before I dismiss you. Every day after work boy, got it?" He said, looking at me like how he would if I was in a disciplinary meeting. I nodded my head vigorously, so excited that this was actually happening.
"Your gonna be on call too, every day 24/7. If I call you, you answer. If I text you, you have 2 minutes to reply. I'm going to need a key to your house, you can give it to me when you give me the keys to your chastity belt. And I can't stress this enough, you can never tell anybody in this office. You can't even act weird, or let on in any kind of way. You work, don't stare, act normal, nobody will notice. You still call me sir like you always have though. And that's all you ever call me boy, I better never hear you say Brian." He said, looking at me while I rubbed and sniffed his feet. "I'm going to have a legal contract made up, I'm getting it started this evening. When you do get a cock cage and bring me the key, we're gonna go over it and I'm gonna have you sign it. Once you do, this will be the real deal." He explained.
"In case you get cold feet, I recorded you the other night smelling my funky feet. You can choose to say no, but if you do I will share the video. I'll hack into your social media accounts and share it to your family and friends." He explained, smiling at me with that smug beautiful smile I loved so much. He didn't have to black mail me, I would've signed anyways, but I still liked knowing he had something on me in case I chickened out.
"So, if I were you I would get to filling out that paper. And looking for a chastity belt, make sure it looks comfy cuz I'm not gonna let you out of it once it's on. But don't worry though, you'll get to eat my foot sweat every single day once it's on, and you know my feet are more important than your jizz. Ain't that right boy?" He asked, pushing the paper towards me. I started filling it out after responding to him "Yes Sir".
The rest of the meeting I rubbed Sir's feet, until my lunch break was over. After work I went home and ordered a chastity belt, and I chose next day shipping because I was so anxious to taste his feet.