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11-03-2010, 8:33 PM
The story continues
As you can probably tell from reading to this point, I tend to be an early riser. This day was no different. Only this time when I went down to get the coffees, I remembered that Samantha had said she was going to go for a run in the morning. I picked up a powerade as well for her and went back to the suite.
I was sitting there drinking my coffee and making some notes for our meetings this morning. We had 2 morning meetings and then would have to get to the airport to make our flight. Just as I was finishing, the door to suite opened. In walked Samantha. She was wearing her running gear and the tight fitting clothes definitely showed off her curves and a person could tell she spent her share of time in the gym. She was dripping with sweat as she approached me. “Good morning” she said. “Good morning. Have a good run” I replied. She said “Yes, it was great. I love the warm temperature in the morning for running but it makes me very sweaty. I felt like my feet were going to slip right out of my shoes”. I looked down and you could literally see the sweat droplets running down her legs and into the confines of her runners.
She noticed the drinks on the table and said “did you get both of those for me?” I replied “yes, I thought you might want the powerade after your run before you enjoyed a morning coffee”. She then said “thanks, you are always thinking of me. Whether it is morning coffee, a powerade after running or smelling my feet, you are great at looking out for me. I appreciate it.” “It’s no problem” I said. Why did she have to bring up me smelling her feet? She then looked at me and said, “keep the coffee hot, I am just going to jump in the shower”.
“I am not so sure we have time for you to do that this morning. Our first meeting is in 25 minutes and we have another after that before we have to rush to the airport” I stated. Samantha looked at her watch and then at me. “Oh no, I was having such a great run that I lost track of time. You are right; I do not have time to shower right now. I guess I will have to settle for washing my face in cold water and get ready to go”.
Samantha went to her room to get ready and came out about 15 minutes later. She looked as though she had cooled down and had her luggage in tow. She was dressed in business slacks with loafers on her feet. Her loafers were black leather and they had those chunky high heels that really accentuate the arch of a ladies foot. I also noticed that she was not wearing any nylons again. For some reason my thoughts shifted to the smell of her feet. There is no doubt they would smell great, I mean terrible after being in those shoes all day.
We left our bags with the concierge and went off to our meetings. During the second meeting, we were sitting at a table and Samantha was beside me. She started to dangle her left shoe on her toes, releasing the heel from the shoe. The smell hit me immediately. The client sitting across could not see what she had done, but he suddenly made a strange face and gave that look that he had smelled something bad. Samantha is a very smart lady and seeing his reaction, she wasted no time in putting her shoe back on. The meeting finished and we were off to the airport.
The flight was busy and this time we had window seats with me in the row in front of Samantha. When we sat down in our seats, I realized how tired I was and decided that once we were in the air, I would try to get some sleep. I looked back at Samantha and she let me know that she would likely do the same. The middle seat in my row was not used so I was able to angle my body towards the aisle. I positioned my pillow against the fuselage and worked my head into a comfortable position. We were only in the air for about 10 minutes when Samantha whispered in my ear. “Are you awake?”
“Yes. Why” I asked. “Well, my leg is starting to cramp, I think because of my run earlier and I wanted to ask if you would mind if I extended my leg to use your armrest between your seat and the window?” She responded. “No problem” was my reply. I just wanted to get some sleep. Samantha then leaned forward and handed me her pillow. She asked me to put it on the arm rest so her leg would be comfortable. I did as she asked and she started to move her leg in position. The smell hit me hard again. I looked over at the passenger in the aisle seat of my row and he was looking at me as if I had done something to create this smell. He could not see Samantha’s foot.
I thought to my self, okay now that her foot is there, I will just change position and put my head on the other side of my seat. Just as I was about to move Samantha whispered in my ear. “My leg is all set. Go ahead and lay your head back down. I am sorry for disturbing you. I know you were comfortable”. Now what do I do. Again she had said something that meant I would have to put my head back where it was. Only now, my face would be inches from her feet. The ones that were in heels all day and she did not get to wash after her run.
I moved my head back where it was and accepted my fate for the flight. This was the first time I had spent more that a few seconds staring at her toes and the top of her foot. I realized that her feet were very pretty. I knew she took care of them but when you are up close and personal for a long period, you can really tell when someone works hard to take care of their feet. She kept her leg there for most of the flight and despite the smell; I was able to get a little sleep. That did not seem right. Was I becoming accustomed to the smell of her feet, enough so that I could just take a nap while the smell assaulted my senses? Shortly before landing, she pulled her leg back and put her shoe on. Upon landing, we went to baggage claim to get our luggage and head home.
When I got home I unpacked my suitcase when I went upstairs. I was checking a pair of my slacks before putting them in the pile for dry cleaning when I felt something. I pulled out a folded piece of paper. When I opened it, I realized it was the note from that stewardess who wanted me to smell her feet. I was about to throw it away, but for some reason I folded it pack up and placed it in my nightstand. I remembered how attractive the African American stewardess looked in her uniform and how nice she was. Also based on the info in her note, I wondered how her feet smelled. Why was I wondering about that? I should be thinking about how she looks naked, etc. Right? Who would care how her feet smelled?
When I went to the office the next day, Samantha was there working away. About mid day, she called the senior team members to the boardroom and told them of our success. She gave me the credit and thanked me for my hard work. Things were going good.
For the next couple of weeks, everything was great. Samantha had not appeared to tell anyone about me smelling her feet on our trip. However, a couple of times when were in her office, her assistant, Anar would come in to ask something. Samantha made a couple of comments about sore feet and asked Anar if she knew anyone who would be willing to be her foot stool. Anar would just laugh it off, tell her no and then she would look at me and say things like, “Why don’t you offer?” I passed it off as Samantha just toying with me but I had my suspicions. As a matter of fact, when Anar would come to my office, it seemed like she would go out of her way to show me her feet. She was a lady from Kenya in her early fifties. Her feet were also well taken care of and they looked good.
Then one day, Samantha called me in to her office a little after 5pm and told me to shut the door. This was not normal and I figured it was not good. She told me, “please do me a favour and lock it”. I did as she asked and walked to her desk. She put a big smile on her face and she looked like a happy little kid. I started to feel better. She looked at me and said, “I am so excited. I have a couple of gifts. One is for you and one is well for you and me”. Now I was feeling great. She reached for an envelope on her desk and passed it to me. Before I could open it, she thanked me again for helping to secure all of the new business and said she wanted to reward me outside of my salary and incentive.
Then she told me to open the envelope. I did and pulled out the contents. It was a cheque for $100,000. I just about fell off of my chair. She saw my contained excitement and was pleased. “Now for the second present” she said almost giddy. “Please get up and come walk around to my side of the desk”. I did as she asked and she pointed towards the floor. I was not sure what I was looking at, but it had a big red bow.
Its basic shape could be described as one of those orthopaedic foot rests that you see office workers have under their desks. A number of the ladies in our company had them to rest there feet on to maintain proper posture while working at their desks. However, that was just the basic shape. This one was made of wood and had some major modifications.
The base of the unit had eyebolts on each side. This made me think that this thing was meant to be locked or secured in to place. There were two side walls that pointed upwards from the base. There was a crank at the one end that looked like it was used to move the walls in an out. Essentially, it operated like a vice – you crank it one way to close the walls in together and the other way to separate them. It also looked like a leather covered pillow had been sewn in to place in the middle. There was also some sort of strap hanging down in front which I was not sure what it was for. The whole unit was slightly angled forward for optimal comfort of the user.
She saw the confused look in my eyes and started to explain. She told me that I was considered one of her most valuable employees. Hence the reason for the sudden bonus cheque. However she also went on to explain how amazing it made her feel when she had her feet on my face. So when we got back from our trip, she thought about what had happened and designed this foot rest. She was so excited as she explained the details to me. When she finished, she said that given her level of stress, she hoped that on occasion, when she asked that I would be willing to smell her feet for a little while. When an attractive lady hands you a cheque for $100k, tells how valuable you are to her and then says on occasion it would be great if you could smell my feet for a little while, the only thing you can do is say yes. So I did.
Her smile was beaming. She asked me to try it out now. I hesitated and she said come on, just for a minute. I could not resist her charm. First, she secured it to the floor. Turns out she had a couple of eyebolts anchored under her desk in the concrete. They were hidden by the little flaps of carpet that covered them. She had double ended metal bolt snaps that she used to lock the unit in place. She then asked me to lie on my back and rest my head on the pillow. She proceeded to turn the crank until the side walls were tight against my head and I could not turn left or right. She then asked me to give her my left arm which I did. She put a strap around my wrist and secured the strap to another eyebolt in the base. She did the same thing with right arm. Once it was secured I realized my situation and got very nervous. With the way my wrists were secured, I could not reach the bolt snaps or crank to release my head. I was trapped until Samantha would decide to let me go. She then produced one more strap that she put across my neck rather tightly and secured it to the base. My head was immobilized. I could not turn it left or right and if I tried to lift it, the strap on my neck would choke me.
Samantha stepped back and admired her handy work. She looked at me with a devilish smile. “Is the pillow soft for your head?” She asked. “Yes, it is very comfortable. Now I cannot get out unless you unlock me so would you please release the straps and bolts”? She looked my in the eyes and replied “No not yet.”
Samantha walked to her closet and came back with her camera. She started to take pictures. “Very funny” I said as I asked her to please come over and release me. She finished her pictures and approached me. “I just want these pictures to go with the ones I took on out trip”. My eyes opened wide and I asked her what she was talking about. She informed me that while I was under her feet with my eyes closed, she had quietly been taking pictures and video with her camera. Now I realised I was in trouble.
She sat in her chair and said “you are not going anywhere for a while. As a matter of fact. I have to tell you; you were much easier to train than my last foot boy” What did she just say? She continued “I knew when I hired you I could train you to worship my feet, but I did not think that you would be this easy to break. With the pictures and video I have, you will be under my feet quite regularly, actually daily I think. Up until now, you have really only been smelling my feet, except when I used the excuse of an itchy toe to rub them on your tongue. I hope you like the taste of my foot sweat because you will be getting a lot more of it in the future. You are a great employee and I don’t want to loose that but I also need you to worship my feet. So today as a special treat, I took my shoes off and walked outside bare foot at lunch. You are going to smell my feet and when I tell you, you will lick the dirt off the soles until they are sparkling clean”.
I was speechless. Basically in 10 minutes, I had gone from being on top of the world, to the bottom, literally. I looked at her and she knew I was broken. She then went on to say “From this point on, whenever I tell you to assume the position, you will come behind my desk and lay as you are now so I can secure you in to place. Now I have been waiting to use my footboy since our trip, so while I work, I want you to start smelling. She removed her left bare foot from her shoe and raised it above my head. You could see the dust and dirt mixed with her afternoon foot sweat on her sole. She lowered her foot to its usual position and I did what I had been trained to do. After a long period she said “there is enough free movement with the straps on your wrist that you can hold my foot by the heel while you lick it clean so get to it and do a good job. I stuck my tongue out for the first lick and when I made contact, the taste was awful. Samantha laughed and said to get used to it. I resided myself to what I would have to do as part of my new employment. But I had a feeling I would never get used to it as Samantha suggested.
Next part soon
As you can probably tell from reading to this point, I tend to be an early riser. This day was no different. Only this time when I went down to get the coffees, I remembered that Samantha had said she was going to go for a run in the morning. I picked up a powerade as well for her and went back to the suite.
I was sitting there drinking my coffee and making some notes for our meetings this morning. We had 2 morning meetings and then would have to get to the airport to make our flight. Just as I was finishing, the door to suite opened. In walked Samantha. She was wearing her running gear and the tight fitting clothes definitely showed off her curves and a person could tell she spent her share of time in the gym. She was dripping with sweat as she approached me. “Good morning” she said. “Good morning. Have a good run” I replied. She said “Yes, it was great. I love the warm temperature in the morning for running but it makes me very sweaty. I felt like my feet were going to slip right out of my shoes”. I looked down and you could literally see the sweat droplets running down her legs and into the confines of her runners.
She noticed the drinks on the table and said “did you get both of those for me?” I replied “yes, I thought you might want the powerade after your run before you enjoyed a morning coffee”. She then said “thanks, you are always thinking of me. Whether it is morning coffee, a powerade after running or smelling my feet, you are great at looking out for me. I appreciate it.” “It’s no problem” I said. Why did she have to bring up me smelling her feet? She then looked at me and said, “keep the coffee hot, I am just going to jump in the shower”.
“I am not so sure we have time for you to do that this morning. Our first meeting is in 25 minutes and we have another after that before we have to rush to the airport” I stated. Samantha looked at her watch and then at me. “Oh no, I was having such a great run that I lost track of time. You are right; I do not have time to shower right now. I guess I will have to settle for washing my face in cold water and get ready to go”.
Samantha went to her room to get ready and came out about 15 minutes later. She looked as though she had cooled down and had her luggage in tow. She was dressed in business slacks with loafers on her feet. Her loafers were black leather and they had those chunky high heels that really accentuate the arch of a ladies foot. I also noticed that she was not wearing any nylons again. For some reason my thoughts shifted to the smell of her feet. There is no doubt they would smell great, I mean terrible after being in those shoes all day.
We left our bags with the concierge and went off to our meetings. During the second meeting, we were sitting at a table and Samantha was beside me. She started to dangle her left shoe on her toes, releasing the heel from the shoe. The smell hit me immediately. The client sitting across could not see what she had done, but he suddenly made a strange face and gave that look that he had smelled something bad. Samantha is a very smart lady and seeing his reaction, she wasted no time in putting her shoe back on. The meeting finished and we were off to the airport.
The flight was busy and this time we had window seats with me in the row in front of Samantha. When we sat down in our seats, I realized how tired I was and decided that once we were in the air, I would try to get some sleep. I looked back at Samantha and she let me know that she would likely do the same. The middle seat in my row was not used so I was able to angle my body towards the aisle. I positioned my pillow against the fuselage and worked my head into a comfortable position. We were only in the air for about 10 minutes when Samantha whispered in my ear. “Are you awake?”
“Yes. Why” I asked. “Well, my leg is starting to cramp, I think because of my run earlier and I wanted to ask if you would mind if I extended my leg to use your armrest between your seat and the window?” She responded. “No problem” was my reply. I just wanted to get some sleep. Samantha then leaned forward and handed me her pillow. She asked me to put it on the arm rest so her leg would be comfortable. I did as she asked and she started to move her leg in position. The smell hit me hard again. I looked over at the passenger in the aisle seat of my row and he was looking at me as if I had done something to create this smell. He could not see Samantha’s foot.
I thought to my self, okay now that her foot is there, I will just change position and put my head on the other side of my seat. Just as I was about to move Samantha whispered in my ear. “My leg is all set. Go ahead and lay your head back down. I am sorry for disturbing you. I know you were comfortable”. Now what do I do. Again she had said something that meant I would have to put my head back where it was. Only now, my face would be inches from her feet. The ones that were in heels all day and she did not get to wash after her run.
I moved my head back where it was and accepted my fate for the flight. This was the first time I had spent more that a few seconds staring at her toes and the top of her foot. I realized that her feet were very pretty. I knew she took care of them but when you are up close and personal for a long period, you can really tell when someone works hard to take care of their feet. She kept her leg there for most of the flight and despite the smell; I was able to get a little sleep. That did not seem right. Was I becoming accustomed to the smell of her feet, enough so that I could just take a nap while the smell assaulted my senses? Shortly before landing, she pulled her leg back and put her shoe on. Upon landing, we went to baggage claim to get our luggage and head home.
When I got home I unpacked my suitcase when I went upstairs. I was checking a pair of my slacks before putting them in the pile for dry cleaning when I felt something. I pulled out a folded piece of paper. When I opened it, I realized it was the note from that stewardess who wanted me to smell her feet. I was about to throw it away, but for some reason I folded it pack up and placed it in my nightstand. I remembered how attractive the African American stewardess looked in her uniform and how nice she was. Also based on the info in her note, I wondered how her feet smelled. Why was I wondering about that? I should be thinking about how she looks naked, etc. Right? Who would care how her feet smelled?
When I went to the office the next day, Samantha was there working away. About mid day, she called the senior team members to the boardroom and told them of our success. She gave me the credit and thanked me for my hard work. Things were going good.
For the next couple of weeks, everything was great. Samantha had not appeared to tell anyone about me smelling her feet on our trip. However, a couple of times when were in her office, her assistant, Anar would come in to ask something. Samantha made a couple of comments about sore feet and asked Anar if she knew anyone who would be willing to be her foot stool. Anar would just laugh it off, tell her no and then she would look at me and say things like, “Why don’t you offer?” I passed it off as Samantha just toying with me but I had my suspicions. As a matter of fact, when Anar would come to my office, it seemed like she would go out of her way to show me her feet. She was a lady from Kenya in her early fifties. Her feet were also well taken care of and they looked good.
Then one day, Samantha called me in to her office a little after 5pm and told me to shut the door. This was not normal and I figured it was not good. She told me, “please do me a favour and lock it”. I did as she asked and walked to her desk. She put a big smile on her face and she looked like a happy little kid. I started to feel better. She looked at me and said, “I am so excited. I have a couple of gifts. One is for you and one is well for you and me”. Now I was feeling great. She reached for an envelope on her desk and passed it to me. Before I could open it, she thanked me again for helping to secure all of the new business and said she wanted to reward me outside of my salary and incentive.
Then she told me to open the envelope. I did and pulled out the contents. It was a cheque for $100,000. I just about fell off of my chair. She saw my contained excitement and was pleased. “Now for the second present” she said almost giddy. “Please get up and come walk around to my side of the desk”. I did as she asked and she pointed towards the floor. I was not sure what I was looking at, but it had a big red bow.
Its basic shape could be described as one of those orthopaedic foot rests that you see office workers have under their desks. A number of the ladies in our company had them to rest there feet on to maintain proper posture while working at their desks. However, that was just the basic shape. This one was made of wood and had some major modifications.
The base of the unit had eyebolts on each side. This made me think that this thing was meant to be locked or secured in to place. There were two side walls that pointed upwards from the base. There was a crank at the one end that looked like it was used to move the walls in an out. Essentially, it operated like a vice – you crank it one way to close the walls in together and the other way to separate them. It also looked like a leather covered pillow had been sewn in to place in the middle. There was also some sort of strap hanging down in front which I was not sure what it was for. The whole unit was slightly angled forward for optimal comfort of the user.
She saw the confused look in my eyes and started to explain. She told me that I was considered one of her most valuable employees. Hence the reason for the sudden bonus cheque. However she also went on to explain how amazing it made her feel when she had her feet on my face. So when we got back from our trip, she thought about what had happened and designed this foot rest. She was so excited as she explained the details to me. When she finished, she said that given her level of stress, she hoped that on occasion, when she asked that I would be willing to smell her feet for a little while. When an attractive lady hands you a cheque for $100k, tells how valuable you are to her and then says on occasion it would be great if you could smell my feet for a little while, the only thing you can do is say yes. So I did.
Her smile was beaming. She asked me to try it out now. I hesitated and she said come on, just for a minute. I could not resist her charm. First, she secured it to the floor. Turns out she had a couple of eyebolts anchored under her desk in the concrete. They were hidden by the little flaps of carpet that covered them. She had double ended metal bolt snaps that she used to lock the unit in place. She then asked me to lie on my back and rest my head on the pillow. She proceeded to turn the crank until the side walls were tight against my head and I could not turn left or right. She then asked me to give her my left arm which I did. She put a strap around my wrist and secured the strap to another eyebolt in the base. She did the same thing with right arm. Once it was secured I realized my situation and got very nervous. With the way my wrists were secured, I could not reach the bolt snaps or crank to release my head. I was trapped until Samantha would decide to let me go. She then produced one more strap that she put across my neck rather tightly and secured it to the base. My head was immobilized. I could not turn it left or right and if I tried to lift it, the strap on my neck would choke me.
Samantha stepped back and admired her handy work. She looked at me with a devilish smile. “Is the pillow soft for your head?” She asked. “Yes, it is very comfortable. Now I cannot get out unless you unlock me so would you please release the straps and bolts”? She looked my in the eyes and replied “No not yet.”
Samantha walked to her closet and came back with her camera. She started to take pictures. “Very funny” I said as I asked her to please come over and release me. She finished her pictures and approached me. “I just want these pictures to go with the ones I took on out trip”. My eyes opened wide and I asked her what she was talking about. She informed me that while I was under her feet with my eyes closed, she had quietly been taking pictures and video with her camera. Now I realised I was in trouble.
She sat in her chair and said “you are not going anywhere for a while. As a matter of fact. I have to tell you; you were much easier to train than my last foot boy” What did she just say? She continued “I knew when I hired you I could train you to worship my feet, but I did not think that you would be this easy to break. With the pictures and video I have, you will be under my feet quite regularly, actually daily I think. Up until now, you have really only been smelling my feet, except when I used the excuse of an itchy toe to rub them on your tongue. I hope you like the taste of my foot sweat because you will be getting a lot more of it in the future. You are a great employee and I don’t want to loose that but I also need you to worship my feet. So today as a special treat, I took my shoes off and walked outside bare foot at lunch. You are going to smell my feet and when I tell you, you will lick the dirt off the soles until they are sparkling clean”.
I was speechless. Basically in 10 minutes, I had gone from being on top of the world, to the bottom, literally. I looked at her and she knew I was broken. She then went on to say “From this point on, whenever I tell you to assume the position, you will come behind my desk and lay as you are now so I can secure you in to place. Now I have been waiting to use my footboy since our trip, so while I work, I want you to start smelling. She removed her left bare foot from her shoe and raised it above my head. You could see the dust and dirt mixed with her afternoon foot sweat on her sole. She lowered her foot to its usual position and I did what I had been trained to do. After a long period she said “there is enough free movement with the straps on your wrist that you can hold my foot by the heel while you lick it clean so get to it and do a good job. I stuck my tongue out for the first lick and when I made contact, the taste was awful. Samantha laughed and said to get used to it. I resided myself to what I would have to do as part of my new employment. But I had a feeling I would never get used to it as Samantha suggested.
Next part soon