Honour May is the boss. She’s domineering and cruel and unattainably beautiful. She takes extra special pleasure in dominating her subordinates, and calls her newest employee into her office to set the tone for his tenure. She w*stes no time putting him in his place, insulting and humiliating him about his appearance and job performance thus far, and wondering aloud whether he has what it takes to work for her.
Unfortunately, he can barely focus on what she’s saying. He’s captivated by her beautiful legs and her dangling heels, even though he should be focused on his new boss’s words. How Rude. How piggish. How 80’s. Honour can see that she’ll need to take extreme measures to break her new colleague. She pushes her high-heeled shoe threatfully into his crotch to stop him from leering, but the indirect contact with her nylon-clad feet only turns him on more. He gets an obvious erection, which she finds disgusting and pathetic and sad. She taunts him for his predilections and orders him to take out his c*ck with the intention of further humiliating him. But when he pulls it out of his pants, her eyes widen in surprise and she loses her train of thought.

Instead of the laughably ineffectual organ she was expecting, his c*ck is attractive and large, and it’s giving off an irresistibly powerful s*xual pheromone that quickly begins to change the power dynamic in the room. Honour struggles to maintain her composure and domineering affect, but the more of the pheromone she inhales, the more aroused, orgasmic, submissive, and suggestible she becomes. Soon she can’t take her eyes off his c*ck, rubbing her thighs together with obvious arousal and biting her lip as she struggles to remember why she wanted to meet with him in the first place. Honour’s colleague helpfully reminds her that she’s scheduled this meeting because she wants to please and worship his c*ck like a good girl. That doesn’t sound right, but it feels right, and when he tells her that if she apologizes for her earlier rudeness he might let her please him with her feet, she can’t help herself. She apologizes profusely for her insolence, and swears that she’ll fulfill his every desire if he’ll only give her a second chance. Much to Honour’s relief and gratification, he accepts her apology and allows her to strip to her nylons and offer him a sensual, submissive foot tease. Where before she was repulsed by his foot fetish, Honour is now helplessly aroused by it. She strips and teases eagerly, begging him to look at her soft soles and becoming increasingly solicitous as she poses for his pleasure and spreads her toes in her nylons. As she continues to lose herself to the influence of her colleague’s irresistible c*ck, Honour’s teasing quickly becomes eager and intense self foot worship. She moans with pleasure, sucks on her toes until she drools, and m*sturbates.

As she brings herself close to *rgasm, he tells her that she needs to feel his tongue on her feet to c*m, and she realizes it's true. That everything this wonderful man says to her is somehow true. Lost in a submissive pleasure haze, she offers him her feet and begs him to l*ck them. He grabs her nylon-clad legs by the ankles and raises them to his mouth, but makes no move to offer her release, letting her begging intensify as her need to c*m begins to make her desperate. She’ll be his good girl, his adoring sl*ve, his perfect l*ttle fuckdoll if only he’ll l*ck her feet. Finally, when he feels like she’s earned it, he slowly and deliberately l*cks her soles through her nylons from her heels to her toes, causing her to experience an intense, body-shaking *rgasm. She’s wholly unprepared for the magnitude of her pleasure, and it’s a l*ttle while before she regains her faculties. He waits patiently until the wave of pleasure passes through Honour’s body, and then attacks her feet hungrily, worshipping her soles and toes to his heart’s content as she climaxes again and again, her eyes rolling back into her head, her tongue growing thick and heavy in her open mouth as she moans, her feet flexing and relaxing from the flood of pleasure.

Once he’s had his fill, Honour’s master reminds his new sl*ve that she’s c*m a lot without making him c*m at all. Honour is suddenly alarmed and ashamed, and begs him to let her make it up to him. She begins to submissively rub the length of his c*ck with one foot and then the other. The pleasure from touching his c*ck with her feet is unbelievable, and she can’t help but moan and stare up at him in wonder as she begins to give him a slow, worshipful footjob. She stares adoringly up into his eyes and begs him not to make her stop. Submissive dirty talk spills from her mouth in between bouts with pleasure. She just wants to please him forever. His pleasure is her pleasure. It feels so good to serve her master with her feet. It feels like purpose. Honour’s master is so pleased with her new attitude that he tells her he’s going to reward her by letting her taste his c*m. As if by magic, suddenly all Honour can think about is drinking her master’s s*men. She gets on her knees and inhales the aroma of his pulsing c*ck, the pheromones driving her even deeper. She begins to worship his c*ck with her mouth, shuddering with pleasure at every l*ck.

As Honour enjoys herself more and more, her master teases her by periodically taking his c*ck from her mouth and making her beg him to put it back. No matter how sincerely she pleads with him at first, he withholds it for a while, letting her desperation grow. She responds by adopting progressively more submissive positions (placing her arms behind her back, opening her knees wide), looking up at him with doe eyes, showing him her tongue and open mouth. Anything to convince him to let her taste his c*ck again. Whenever he gives it back, she shivers with pleasure and thanks him profusely as she laps him up. She l*cks his c*ck from end to end and pulls him into her mouth making full eye contact. She pleads with him to c*m in her mouth until the desire to taste his c*m makes her mind collapse c*mpletely. She sucks his c*ck like a thoughtless pleasure vessel until he releases a massive load in her mouth, causing her to shiver in ecstasy and have an eye-rolling, ahegao style *rgasm.

He tells her to enjoy his c*m. She's earned it. She lets the magical fluid pour out of her mouth into her cupped hands. She rubs his c*m into the soles of her expensive nylons like a priestess, and devotedly displays her feet for him before hungrily l*cking it up as he looks on. His c*m tastes amazing. What an incredible reward. She slips blissfully into and out of trancelike pleasure as she cleans her soles with her tongue and thanks her master. She shows him her empty mouth and asks whether he'll allow her to please him again tomorrow.

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