I’m gonna go ahead and share a couple of my professional principles that have always served me well

1. Don’t Mix business with pleasure, specifically romance.

(Which is why, despite falling head over heels for my once upon a time captor and now ex-employee, I did not, and will not be hiring back!)

It might be okay if I wasn’t CEO of my own company, but it’s just downright sticky business mixing work with such raw, lusty romance for a woman in my position. Besides, if I have it my way, and I always have it my way, he’s gonna make a far better lover, partner and s*x toy than an employee anyway...

(I’m actually going over to his place this weekend to get my much deserved payback and strap him to the bed for a l*ttle fun...)

And 2.

Don’t be so quick to chalk it up to coincidence!

I mean, yes, coincidences do happen from time to time, but I for one believe too many people put far too much stalk in them! Not me, most of the time what other’s see as coincidence, I tend to see as the universe trying to say something to me! Like, a great energy or something gently knocking on the door being like, “Hey, listen to me!”

Which is why, when all of all the humans on the planet who could have been hired to fill his position, it was you who got the job, I didn’t take it as a coincidence... I took it as a sign.

I was just meant to have a foot boy tending to my pretty feet wasn’t I!?

I was meant to have a personal work toy who I could tease and destroy with my feet for my own entertainment! Or assign to sessions of passionately kissing and l*cking my sweaty soles fresh from my heels, when I needed a l*ttle “office hour” relaxation?!

Maybe this whole foot fetish thing needed a second look? Seems the universe was telling me that I was simply fated to have my feet worshipped and adored by my very own personal foot boy, and who was I to argue with the universe right?

From almost the very moment you entered my office for our meet N’ greet, sitting down in the chair next to my desk, I knew it with utter absolution: You were eye f*cking my feet!!

You were eye f*cking my sexy, sweaty, high wrinkled arches!!

(The foot boy that I had JUST fired 2 days ago, had literally been replaced by ANOTHER foot boy?! Like I said, f*ck coincidences, that’s fate.)

I smiled while pretending to not notice while we chatted, but was fully aware of your eyes eagerly darting down to my arches with excitement! Arches which were currently and c*mpletely popping out of my flats under my desk!

My desk faced sideways to the entrance of my office, so from the position in your chair next to my desk, you were getting a pretty amazing show of my arches. And when you leaned to the right in your chair just a bit? You could even enjoy a pretty full sole show!

Soles which, to your d*ck stiffening delight, were just as soft, detailed and gorgeous as you could ever hope for in your new boss!

I allowed you to continue drooling over my gorgeous feet for a l*ttle bit while we talked, even making sure to slip ‘em out of my flats even more, popping, flexing and teasing you with my arches... I could hear it in your tone, I had you captivated. H*ok, line and sinker, eating out of the palm or my hand! (Or I guess, I should say eating out of the arch of my sole right?)

Knowing how much I was effortlessly owning you with my feet, I decided to make an executive decision that would affect your professional career for the rest of your life. Leaning in, biting my lip a teeny bit and grinning, I asked in an almost “F*ck me” tone:

Are you eye f*cking my pretty feet?

You were f*cking speechless. Heart racing, c*ck pulsing and in such a rush for the moment, but c*mpletely and utterly speechless! So I did the talking for you, speaking to you in such a matter-of-fact and dominate tone, that you all but sexually melted right there in your chair:

“The only correct response to that is the honest one. Which WILL be rewarded, as not only do I adore having my feet massaged and kissed, but I’ve recently learned how much fun it is to tease with them!

Which is why, along the normal responsibilities you have in my company, you will also be responsible for worshipping my feet whenever, wherever and however I ask.

You will also be responsible for my occasional 'In office' entertainment, which will most often be me utterly f*cking destroying you with sole teases whenever, wherever and however I feel like.”

If your d*ck could have exploded in happiness, it would have hey? It was plain to see that between the sole show I was putting on under my desk, and the erotic words I had just flooded you with, that your d*ck was standing as tall as it possibly could in your dress pants!

“I’m gonna go ahead and take that massive erection in your pants as a yes? Good, then you can start with your extra responsibilities right away.

I have to go through the rest of these dull, repetitive emails this afternoon, but I have every intention of having a relaxing afternoon, feet kicked up on the desk, hot, sweaty soles in your face...

Having you on your knees down there, d*ck dancing in vein for me, will lighten my mood while I do it. No g o lock my door, shut my blinds and get on the floor where you belong. Oh and yes, if you touch my feet even the slightest way... You're fired."

To Be Continued...
- Your CEO

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