From Superstar To Slave

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part One: Background

David’s childhood and early life had been as ordinary as ordinary can be. At school he was average. He had a few friends. He was not popular but nor was he unpopular. He became a fairly, normal, well-rounded person. His transition into puberty was, not smooth as puberty never really is, but pretty untroubled, and he experienced nothing out of the ordinary. A little on the shy side at first, he grew in confidence as well as experience with girls. He had a few typical teenage relationships. With each his vulnerable ego grew. His personality was developing into a very knee-jerk sort of thing. High one minute, low the next, dependant on the circumstances. There was nothing to suggest he’d do anything special.

But he was one of those who really found himself in high school. His talents for writing and fine command of language shone through. He went on to study writing in university. In university he wrote funny articles for a satirical online news publication. His sardonic style and unique view of the world became very popular and the site made loads of cash through advertising. He took his share and one of the first things he bought was a guitar. Another notable investment was his gym membership and he began toning his body up.

He graduated college and got a job writing columns on current affairs for a few newspapers. His talents became noticed and he was employed by a TV station writing satirical sketches. At first he was part of a team of writers, and after that he was given the role of writing his own show. He was commissioned for three seasons, and his first show “Queen of the castle”, a comedy about a gold digger who preyed on weak men, taking money, gifts and attention before breaking their hearts in comical fashion. The show grew, more characters were introduced and David became quite rich as the show ran for 6 seasons.

The shows profile put David into the limelight, he was interviewed by a few magazines, went on a few panel shows and a few chat shows. Eventually he got into stand up comedy. At first he was a warm up act for Chris Rock in a small televised gig. He went on to complete three sell out tours,each of which was made into a DVD which sold millions of copies. This intense public exposure changed his attitude.

A year later, he teamed up with Chuck Lorre, creator of two and a half men, who suggested that he not only help write a new show, but act in it too. His reasoning was that there was no better person to understand the character than the man who wrote him. The show “How dare you” was a comedy-drama with a trend of maintaining it’s funniness but also getting more and more serious and dramatic towards the end of each season. The concept of it was focused on the battle between men and women to be better than eachother and the roles different types of personalities take in relationships. As well as being regarded as funny and entertaining the show was also interesting on an intellectual level for the themes it explored, it became known as a symbol of mordern culture.

In the style of “Friends”, the show had many high-profile guest stars including Emma Watson, Hilary Duff, Jennifer Aniston and Cameron Diaz. There was a pattern emerging, David was not fond of sharing his limelight with other males. Whether he just prefered the company of women (hot women possibly) or didn’t see them as threatening is unclear. Though the females on his show all had the same thing in common, all wanted my countless men, all very talented and famous, and he came to know they were all strong women too. A type of woman he both craved but was intimidated by too.

Through that show, David made many contacts and improved his acting skills. What won him respect was his ability to not only be funny, something that came naturally to him, but also act out serious scenes. Years of working out had payed off for David, and people thought his “look” was right. It wasn’t long before hollywood came calling. He starred in a string of romantic comedies, before moving on to proper, serious love story, most notably a story in which a man catches his best friend sleeping with his wife and kills him. He and his wife split up and the man ends up committing suicide out of grief. He won a golden globe for it and from then on he had no end of film offers. He made the upgrade to action hero, and even starred in a political thriller.

As if he wasn’t talented enough, he started a band. At this point, his name alone would sell records, and so it was. His heavily emotional and passionate rock style was popular with young people. David would go on to a solo career, using just an accoustic guitar and his voice. As he calmed down and matured so did his fans, so he kept them as well as making new fans.

Fame and fortune consumed David and he was a hollywood man for sure. He had cars, houses, clothes, money. He could get anything he wanted, any girl he wanted and was hugely influential in the media. David thought that there was no limit to what he could do. There was no doubt about it, he was the man.

David shared an amusing sort of symmetry with another person. This person went to his school, lived in his town and also worked with a newspaper. The difference was that when a turning point came, David chose not to advance in journalism but go for fame and fortune. The other person advanced as a reporter and their skills were in demand by every paper in the country. The person’s name was Rachel Casey.
Rachel was undoubtedly a beautiful woman. She was tall and willowy, with dark hair, green eyes and skin as white as snow. She stood at around 5”10, which despite not being as tall as some men, gave her a psychological edge whenever she spoke to people, as she gazed down imperiously at the world around her. Her long legs and skinny, curvy figure turned heads everywhere. Her breasts were small but she was one of those women sexy enough to get away with it, no matter what the particular taste of any man checking her out.

Rachel was a friend of David’s younger sister when they were all teenagers. David was well aware of her attractiveness, but always felt embarrassed to look at her, she was the same age as his baby sister after all! However not all older men had such restraint and Rachel gained quite the reputation. She had, shall we say, a talent with men. She’d been wrapping them around her little finger for as long as she could remember.

Rachel matured also, and gave up her slutty ways to pursue her career. She became one of the infamous “Strong women”. In her journalistic career, she developed a speciality. Naming and shaming celebreties. One way or another, she found out the information everyone wanted to know. Some would say it’s the lowest form of journalism, it’s sneaky and low. But it got her where she wanted to be and she had been responsible for the downfall of many a superstar.

David never thought he’d see her again. And he certainly never thought it would be like this.

I know this chapter may seem a bit boring but in my view, the plot and story are equally important to the action. And the best feedback I got on my last story was that the slow build up to the action was great, so I plan to do it again. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

[lerch456]

Seems like a great story personally I prefer it when a writer actually tries to write rather then throw things together with all the action stories like your make for a better read.

[macrina]

Good start Connor. Thank you.

[smother sitter]

Yeah I going to have to come back to you on this

I like th ebeganning and I realy looking forward to more.

[dirkdiggler]

Very well written start. Looking forward for the next episode.
Thank you.

[stivalo]

i'll wait for the next part :)

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part 2: Reunited:

My solicitor was really panicing on the phone. I didn’t understand why, I could sort it all out, I had ways of making things bend to my will. All I needed was his legal advice and I’d do the rest.

“Listen, Dave... this isn’t gonna go away.. I’d advise you to go to this meeting, maybe we can stop it before it gets too bad...”

I stopped listening. I was always gonna go to this meeting. I figured I’d go there, explain it in my rational way, charm a few people and make it disappear. Maybe get something out in the public with my team and I’d be loved again. It was all gonna be great

“Alright alright alright... I’ll meet you there twenty minutes before, okay?” I said to the mouthpiece, and I hung up the phone.

My real motive for going to the meeting was Rachel Casey. She’d become a pretty good journalist. I remembered her from when I was younger. Now she was an adult I figured she was fair game. I could charm her socks off, get her into bed and as far as I’m concerned, after I’d had sex with her she’d do anything for me, including stopping the propaganda against me.

See, the Daily Gasp! And it’s sister magazine Gossip Now had been running a campaign against me. It all started when I was on some chat show. They asked me about a hot topic at the moment, feminism, and I said, very logically in my opinion, that I thought it was pointless because there was already equality, so it seems that feminists weren’t pushing for equality, but female superiority, which would be wrong.

Contraversial enough, and lets face it, easy enough to take out of context, but it got worse. The slick presenter quipped “Well, y’know what they say David, a woman’s work is never done” to which I replied “That’s why they get paid less” It was funny, typical David Faye wit, everyone laughed, it was fine.

Then, the same paper somehow got hold of a voice message I’d left to my then girlfriend. I was drunk and angry. My eloquently put closing line went “Call me back.. unless you’re too busy being a whore!”

That coupled with my comment on TV had been taken and blown out of proportion. I was being billed as a mysogynist. The ratings on all my shows and movies had fallen dramatically. My name was in the process of being dragged through the mud... it was time to do something. I was gonna sue that damn paper.


The meeting could not have gone better, my lawyer kicked their asses! He said we could get the paper shut down. All he had to do was make it official and we would take them to court. I didn’t listen to how or why, I was too busy checking out Rachel. She was even more gorgeous than I remembered, however my plan to sleep with her seemed unlikely now. Possibly us being on too different sides to this thing was just too much. I was going to meet them tomorrow again, so I decided to stay in my city appartment tonight.

Just as I was about to leave, the woman herself stopped me. Rachel was exactly my height now with three inch black heels on. She looked at me seriously, more of a glare really.

“Listen..” she began “I think we can come up with a way to make this all go away David... what would you say to a 20 million dollar settlement, and the cherry on top.. I will let you...” she paused to flutter her eyes.. “I will let you take me out on a date”

She was certainly confident. For those 2-3 seconds a battle went on in my mind.. it was a tempting offer. But I wasn’t weak.

“Pfft, no” I said, and walked out dramatically. This bitch wasn’t going to have her way. Her paper discredited me and I was going to have it shut down. End of story

Or so I thought.

About 10pm that night I got a knock on my door. That was so weird, there was only one person who knew of my city appartment.

I opened the door and it was Rachel, she looked beautiful actually. I was so taken aback I didn’t even ask how the hell she knew I’d be here. It turned out to be a friendly visit. We got reaquainted and caught up, she was a really nice girl. We stayed up until 5 in the morning talking. And last but not least, I got to fulfill my plan of sleeping with her.

Yep, everything always worked out my way.

[macrina]

Good work, next part soon i hope. Thank you.

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Three: Devious
I was woken up unusally early. I opened my eyes to find Rachel was no longer in my arms. I turned around to see her standing up, putting her clothes on. It was only 7 am, I mean what?

I looked up at her with blurry eyes. A look I knew for sure girls found cute. Incredulously, she seemd unfazed.

“Sorry David, I’ve got to go to work at the paper...”
She seemed to look hopeful for a second

“So I was thinking, maybe you could go a little easier on the paper now after..... you know..”

It was actually a tough decision. I didn’t know it then, but I was in the middle of falling for Rachel.
“I’m sorry, it’s not personal, but it doesn’t change anything, I’ve got to bring down that paper... I’m sorry again, but if it helps I could throw a few bribes around, get you another job.. maybe a better job?”

Her demanor changed dramatically. Before she was warm and almost shy, now she was cold and smug.

“I was afraid you’d say that.” “hahah” she laughed arrogantly.
“I’ve got some bad news for you, but while you were sleeping like the spoiled baby you are, I had a look through your laptop..”

“Haha” I laughed now
“So what? You’d never guess the password.”

“I don’t need the password you idiot. Do you think I could get so much dirt on people without knowing how to break into Windows? Haha. All I did was go into the BIOS and disable the password. I looked around a bit, even started my own account on it and made it an admin, not forgetting to delete your account, haha” She giggled at the thought of essentially having taken over my laptop.

I’ll be the first to admit my PC knowledge is limited, I didn’t know what BIOS was, but surely she had to be bluffing, I mean... what could she find?

“A brief look through your browsing history was interesting enough... foot fetish tube.com? Mistress Destiny Femdom forum? You’re even a member of, what is it, Goddessesfootboy.com? You have a foot fetish? Haha!! I also think your competitors would love to get their hands on all the ideas for new shows. I’ve sent all the files I need to my work email..”
She looked at me with total conviction. I looked at her, indignant yet speechless. I couldn’t believe it.. I was in trouble now..

“If you don’t do what I want right now, all that stuff goes in the paper, TODAY. You’ll be a laughing stock, and you’ll be viewed as a filthy pervert.. you’ll never get another job.... don’t worry though..”

She looked pointedly at me to throw my phrase back at me
“I’ll help you find another job. I think with the paper, how fitting would that be? Hahaha, you could be my assistant... so what is it going to be?”

I looked at her, still lost for words, she’d got me... I couldn’t see any concievable way out of this.

I sighed. “Fine... what do you want?”

“Come to the paper’s office outside the city for a meeting at 2pm today. Don’t be late”

“Uh... okay”

But even though I was totally defeated, my ego and need for indulgence took over once again. I decided to, as I always did, chance my arm

“Hey, um... If I do what you want you won’t let my secret go.. I trust you on that... but um, this is quite hard for me to ask... but you see no one has ever known that I like feet, so since you already know... maybe... uh,..”

She burst out laughing. I actually had to wait a minute for her to stop.

“What d’you want? Haha”

She didn’t seem grossed out by my half proposition. She looked down at me confidently. I think she was, not aroused, but intrigued.

“Well.. you’ll have to say it if you want it, what do you want?” She was definitely smug now.

“Could I maybe...” My heart was in my mouth now, I hadn’t been nervous at all, let alone this nervous in years.

“Could I maybe kiss your feet?”

“Hmm, you can kiss one maybe..”

In the vision in my head, she lay at the end of my bed and stretched her legs so I could kiss her feet that way, instead, she remained standing above me, placing one bare foot near my pillow.

I shifted my position, my heart racing. She watched on interestedly from above me.

I moved my head down, it seemed to take an age to reach touching distance of her foot, which was cradled by my matress and bedsheets.

I tentatively placed a kiss upon the tops of her toes. I absorbed every detail as my adoring lips moved around her foot. The bump of her big toe as I brushed it on the way to her upper foot. Her soft skin, the intoxicating scent that for some reason smelled of femininity.

And then it was over. She wipped her foot away, put her sock back on and put on her shoes. She spoke without giving me a chance to even react.

“Weirdly good David.. Well, I’ll see you at 2pm, don’t be late”

And like that she was gone. Vanished like a dream.

Even though it was only half seven, there was no way I could sleep. I don’t know if she did it purposely, or if it was more to do with me, but she was in my head. I had feelings of insecurity that I hadn’t felt since my early teens.

Weirdly, none of my internal conflict was about the risk of my greatest secret being exposed. It was about Rachel. My life of casual sex led me to build up an emotional wall. I wasn’t used to “Falling” like this. But maybe it’s because she was from my past, a link to the old me? Everyone finds comfort in things from the past, right?

And then there was the additional layer of her knowing of my foot fetish. If there was one thing I was insecure about it’s that anyone I told would think I was a freak. But she knew, and far from being horrified, she let me indulge myself and seemed to weirdly enjoy it.

These conflicting thoughts were punctuated by my arousal. I’d had plenty of sex, but never anything to do with feet, it was like losing my virginity again. I must have relieved myself 3 or 4 times in a few hours.

She was in my head. I was genuinely feeling awkward and nervous about the meeting with her later.

[palatino]

I'm curious to know what will happen at 2pm.:-)
nice story

[dirkdiggler]

good story!
thank you

pls go on

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Four: Doing Business

I arrived at the office of the newspaper ten minutes early. I didn’t feel like myself. Normally I can’t go anywhere without a crowd gathering. Now, nobody even looked twice when I passed them. Something was missing.

I buzzed in and found the meeting room. There was nobody there so I just sat on one of the seats outside Rachel’s office. She had one of the biggest offices in the building. Within a few minutes I saw people going in and out of the office, bringing things like coffee, paper files, sandwhiches, one girl even brought in a pair of shoes. This was definitely her environment. She had authority here. I thought maybe it was a mistake to come to this meeting without a lawer, I was bound to be a bit out of my depth, I didn’t know how to negotiate. But it crossed my mind that Rachel might try to embarass me. If she did I didn’t want anyone to see.

The office door opened and it was Rachel. Wearing three inch green heels, skin-coloured nylon tights, a black skirt and a white blouse. Her demeanour was totally changed. She was a completely different person than the happy, casual girl I bonded with only as long ago as the early hours of this morning.

I started to say “Hey” but she cut me off.

“Mr. Faye, we can commence our meeting now. Come”

She walked back into her office, and I followed. Wow. I got a shock, her office was twice as big as it looked from the outside. I actually had to look around to see where she went. I saw her, already sat down at a big desk. She silently gestured with her fingers to “Come hither”, so I walked forward as if drawn my the motions of her hand.

I sat down. I kind of resented the fact that my chair was so obviouisly less comfortable than hers. I usually had better things than anyone else. It was another reminder than in here, I wasn’t top dog.

She got things off to a start.
“David, I’m sure you realise and accept that you’re not in the strongest position here. It would be wise for you to cooperate. There’s no reason for us to be enemies you know.”

I just looked at her. One of my failings was that when people were right, I often had nothing to say for myself. It was happening now.

“I’ve drawn up an agreement for you to sign. Basically, we pay you the settlement you were offered earlier in the week, and you cancel your lawsuit. Then you and this paper cause no further problems for eachother. I want you to think about that, considering this.. situation, far from you letting us off the hook, we are going easy on you. Don’t forget, that none of my co workers know about last night and this morning, nor do they know what I know. If I tell them, it’s not even in my hands anymore, they can do anything with it. For your sake, you’d better hope it all stays under my control.”

She spoke with such conviction. I couldn’t see a way out of it. I knew from this morning that suing them was obviously out of the question. It was just the way she was dictating this to me.. it got under my skin!

“Fine, I agree to that” I said reluctantly.

“Good” She smiled.

She handed me the papers, pointed at where I was to sign and began to speak again as I drew my signature.

“Now, we both know I hold all the cards in this situation, so I have another proposition. Those official records will say that you took the settlement and an agreement was reached, but I thought you might be open to another arrangement”

I knew where it was going.

“Wow, give you a hand and you take an arm, don’t you?”

She smirked “I like to think of it as taking a foot”.

My eyes looked down. My worst fear, someone mocking my fetish. I was resigned now, in reality, I could give her anything easily, so I wasn’t fussed, I just wanted to get this over with.

“Right, what do you want?”

She was straight to the point. I was kind of grateful that she didn’t decide to tease it out.
“Pay one million into my bank account, every week”

“WHAT? That’s unreasonable, you don’t need that”

“But I want it, and that’s what’s important” she said.

“Need I remind you what you signed is a contract. I can take legal action if you don’t comply.”

“What, so that paper means you can sue me if I don’t do what you want?”

“Glad you’re getting the idea.”

Once again, I was resigned.
“FINEE, I’ll set up a direct debit tomorrow..”

“No.”
“What?” She was really playing games now.

“I don’t think you want to... I wouldn’t want to force you into anything”

“But you are...”

“Oh no. You signed the contract out of your own free will. You can breach it if you want..”

“No.”

“Convince me this is what you want”

“Uh.. how?”

She laughed. “Beg.”

“Please?”

“Hahaha. When’s the last time YOU ever had to say please for something? But no, that’s not good enough.”

She wheeled her chair a few feet back from the desk and turned to the side. She pointed down at the floor.

Pfft. No way. I didn’t get on my knees for anyone. People got on their knees for me.

“No.” I said. “I’m not doing it”

She sighed. “I thought you might react that way.”

She turned the monitor of her computer around to me. I saw a photo of me, an article, and the headline: David Faye; Foot Fetish Shock!

“One click David, and this goes on our website, and then it’s too late. So get over here and don’t waste my time, make it good. Or do you need MORE reminding that you’re really not in a position to negotiate?”

It was with shame that I got out of my chair, and agonisingly, slowly got to my knees and crawled over to where she sat with her legs crossed.

“Please Rachel, please take my money, I want you to have it... you, uh, you deserve it more than me... please?”

She put her hand on top of my head and pushed it down so my head was resting on her knee. I looked up at her and she looked down at me.

“Of course. Now get up you big mess haha!”

I returned to my seat, no pride left. I was still so glad this was all over.

“Are we done now?”

“One more thing, both my assistants are busy, could you go out and get me a fresh coffee before you go?”

I couldn’t refuse, so I went out to the canteen.

An intern recognised me.
“Anything I can help you with Mr. Faye?”

“Yeah, get me a coffee”

I was rude to her. But I didn’t care. It felt good to order someone around after my ordeal. At this stage I wasn’t sure I even remembered how to make a good coffee anyway.

I returned to Rachel with her coffee and put it in front of her.She didn’t even say thank you.

“Alright.. bye.”

She extended her hand. “Pleasure doing business with you. “ she said, as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever taken place.

I shook her hand and left. As I was walking out of the building I got a text. It said “I knew you’d get the intern to make my coffee... you’ll pay for that later.”
What the hell did she mean by that?

[macrina]

Thank you, great part.

[Sauur]

This is getting interesting, I can't wait for more!

[stivalo]

yes, please keep it up! :)

[palatino]

i like this story, pease continue:-)

[Herboy27]

PLEASE don't leave us waiting? I beg thee!! I check in her obsessively now awaiting another chapter.....! She is PERFECT! Oh how I wish you would keep it slow like that...and natural....

*melts with anticipation*

[ConnorKatyFeet]

PLEASE don't leave us waiting? I beg thee!! I check in her obsessively now awaiting another chapter.....! She is PERFECT! Oh how I wish you would keep it slow like that...and natural....

*melts with anticipation*

Haha. That's so enthusiastic it's almost like it's making fun of it.

But if it's genuine then thanks, always nice to get positive feedback.
I'm afraid for the next two weeks I'm very busy, so you may have to wait. I'll try my best though.

[Herboy27]

LOL

Nope...its heartfelt!

Its been a long time since a story has captivated me that way....

I guess I was a teeny bit overzealous perhaps....lol

[equidum]

OMG ! What a great story ! And we are just at the very beginning, as he is still a star , after all, and still has a very looooong way to go before he can at long last reach the blessed shores of slavery !!! Thanks, and please don't keep us waituing for too long ...

[ConnorKatyFeet]

Part Five: The Trap

I woke up the next morning with the taste of yesterday’s humiliation still fresh in my mouth. The night was plagued with confusing dreams. I dreamed about the begging incident again, only in my dream she placed the sole of her shoe directly in my face, and I couldn’t move away from it or get it off, I was trapped. They made me feel bad, but they were arousing. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being unsafe. She could do something to screw me over at any time.

I put my bad mood down to the fact that I had to stay in my city appartment for the next few weeks, it was my smallest property, I didn’t like being there too long. But I had work to do.

It occured to me that it was such a diva-ish thing to be upset about. I mean, was I for real? My humbling experience yesterday was perhaps bringing me down to earth.

Once I had my coffee and got ready for doing some work I cheered up again. I was a great writer, a great actor and the work I was going to start now was going to make me richer. I was still the man. So what if some bitch embarassed me yesterday? I was keeping her quiet by giving her an amount of money the likes of which she’d never seen before, and it barely even registered on my many bank accounts.

However, her influence was not so easily forgotten. I tried to switch on my laptop, but as she’d promised that morning, she’d taken it over. The only account on there was hers, and I didn’t know the password.

It was an easily solvable problem, probably, but I couldn’t be bothered... I had an awesome desktop in the office anyway, I’d use that instead. The incident with my laptop prompted me for some reason to check the paper’s website. I wasn’t pleased....

“DAVID FAYE APOLAGISES TO DAILY GASP!
In an exclusive interview with Hollywood star David Faye, Rachel Casey accepts his apology and questions him on the events which led up to a turmulteous few months..”

It was the front page story. I was raging. My anger grew as I scrolled down through the three page spread. Among the highlights were

“I completely admire the work this paper does, my anger was at myself, not the Gasp! I took my anger out wrongly, and I’m sorry for endangering the reputation of such a well respected publication.”


It was obviously all made up. In it I “admitted” I demanded attention from my mother as a child, I’d never been faithful in a relationship, I felt I was better than everyone, however I was seeing a shrink to try and resolve my ego issues.

The worst was this paragraph. “When Hilary Duff was working with us on the show I treated her very badly. I bossed her around and was over critical of her performance. I even got her to get me coffee. At the time, her fame far eclipsed mine. I had to prove that I was still better than her. At the time, I ought to have been kissing her feet in thanks that she came on the show... come to think of it, I should kiss her feet now in way of saying sorry for how I acted”

No one else would guess the hidden meaning of putting something about feet in there. But I knew what it meant, and that seemingly was enough for Rachel. To continue to taunt me so indirectly.

This was going to take a hell of PR stunt to fix. Was it even fixable? Rachel could run a story about me each day if she wanted to and If I wanted to avoid further discredit, I could do nothing. I emailed my legal team. They emailed me back saying they’d look into this mess and they’d call me at 7pm. That was too late I thought. A horrible public opinion could easily form in that time.

I decided to check what other people and other publications were saying about it. I googled my name. I never tired of how once I typed “David” it suggested David Faye. But this time, I found no rave reviews, no spreads of something I’ve modeled, no blogs made about me by fangirls. It was all about that damn story.

I read countless articles, comment sections and even some people making vlogs about it. Things were said like “I though David Faye was so cool, did his own thing, now he’s bending over and spreading his cheeks to the media. Disappointed in him.” And “I always knew he was arrogant, no respect for women” were said. This was getting bad.

One magazine even ran the rumour that I had long been in love with Rachel Casey since highscool, and I was taking my feelings of inadequacy out on her by trying to ruin her career.

I read stuff like that ‘till 8pm

I got a call from CBS, asking me why I hadn’t sent in the draft for next weeks script. Fuck. I’d completely forgotten. Whatever happened I couldn’t let my work slip. I promised to have it to them at 6am tomorrow morning. I’d have to stay up all night. That was dedication. It was reminiscant of when I was young and trying to make it. Well I’d made it now, and Rachel was trying to make it hell.

I then got a call from my lawyer. He said they had no idea what to do, but they too, would stay up all night trying to fix it, or figure out what to do to fix it.

This was escalating into madness, and more importtantly, out of my control.
And, typically, my plan to start work now was interrupted.

Rachel arrived at the door. When I answered it I shrunk backwards in front of her presence. This seemed to make her smirk.

“Hello boy”

She confidently strode into my appartment.
“Please come in...” I muttered. She wasn’t phased.

She began to speak

“I hope today showed you how much trouble I can cause for you with no effort on my part..”

I didn’t know what she wanted me to say
“Err...yes it has” I said meekly.

She turned around and quickly walked over to me, going uncomfortably close, almost like a bullies intimidation tactic. It worked.

“So, don’t you think it would be wise to stay in my good books?”

Again, I didn’t know what to say.
“I suppose so” I said, looking at my shoes.

“Well, looking to the floor in my presence is a good start” she teased. “

“You can start by grovelling, I like people grovelling to me” she said

I clicked into it almost straight away.
“Yes Miss Casey” I said.

“Hahaha... good little celebrity.... you know, ever since I started this job, it’s been an ambition of mine to make a celebrity really squirm, control them... break them”

She paused. That was my queue.
“Well you deserve it Miss Casey.. and may I say,it was very cleverly done with me.. I never saw it coming.. you out did me”

“I definitely did”
She drew closer to me, almost an embrace. I could feel her breath on my neck now.

She made eye contact. “I’m amazing, aren’t I?”

“Yes Miss Casey you’re amazing”

“And talented”

“And talented yes Miss Casey”

“And better than you..”

“Yes Miss Casey you are better than me”

“Am I not beautiful?WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME HOW BEAUTIFUL I AM?”

“Uh sorry... you’re beautiful Miss Casey, so beautiful that...”

I was interrupted by her kiss. We wrapped eachother in our arms, kissing passionately.
I knew it. Even when I was grovelling to her she still couldn’t resist me. I was going to make this fuck extra good to make sure she never felt the need to humiliate me again. I was a man and she was going to know it!

She peeled off my T shirt, making me topless. My hands slipped down to her ass when –

OUCH! I felt a searing pain in my balls. Rachel had clamped my sack in her hand and squeezed, hard. The shock caused me to fall down. I got up, but once I reached my knees she placed both hands on my shoulders, keeping me in place.

“HAHA! As if you think I’d have sex with you! I don’t need anything else from you. I have you by the balls already.”

Another blow to my bruised ego.
“Now.. I’m gonna have fun with you tonight.”

I was fucked if I didn’t get my work done. I tried to reason with her.

“Please Rach- uh, miss Casey, I have to stay up all night working... I can’t miss the deadline... and uhh, well if you think about it, if I lose money, so do you...”

“Hmm, you make sense. Still not convinced... beg me. “

I was already on my knees. I grabbed the fabric of her jeans for extra effect

“Please please please Miss Casey let me get on with my work.... you can have that fun with me as soon as you want after tonight.”

“Of course I can. Well this works out well for me, I have to edit a few things and do a few articles for the morning edition. We can work at the same time...on one condition.”

She walked over to my kitchen table, put her laptop on there and crossed her legs.

“If you take off my shoes and socks”

I was just relieved to have avoided missing my work. I crawled the few feet over to her. I slipped off her grey flats, admiring the way her socked foot slowly revealed itself. A faint odour blanketed my face. My fingers then travelled up her ankles, and peeled her white sock down her foot. I repeated the same process with the foot that rested on the floor, a more humiliating task as I had to bend even lower.

Right. I’ll work on the table, you’ll work underneath me. Got it?

“Uhh, I don’t have a laptop, well I do but...”

“Oh yes!” She said, remembering her trick. Bring me your laptop, I’ll give you the password.

I began to get up. “NO” she said sternly. “I like people being lower than me, remember? Don’t get up.”

So I crawled to my bedroom and retrieved my laptop. I brought it to her and handed it to her.

“Me typing in the password will cost you” she said

“Ugh..... okay”

“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

I did so, and instantly, she shoved her big toe in my mouth. She didn’t say anything, just let me kneel there, with her toe in my mouth. I didn’t think it would take up so much space in my mouth. It tasted salty. I was anxious to disguise my arousal.

“There you go!”

“Thanks” I said

“Thanks for what?”

“Thanks for unlocking my laptop.”

“AND?”

Was there no end to her mind games. I wished I didn’t know exactly what she meant.

“Thanks... thanks for putting your toe in my mouth”

“You’re welcome. Now...” she gestured. I understood, I was to lie under her chair an get on with it, while she worked above me.

I slipped under. I was barely small enough to fit down there without the bottom of the chair touching my back. It was going to be an uncomfortable night.

I got a shock, as I felt her feet landing on my back. I hadn’t anticipated acting as her floor. The soles of her feet were cold on my back. Well, there was nothing else for it only to get on with it.

I began typing. As did she. Occasionaly she would move her feet. Sometimes onto my lower back, my shoulders, occasionaly the nape of my neck. Her feet eventually armed up on my back. It was kind of pleasent, the feeling when she rubbed them up or down across my spine.

A few times, she violently shoved my head down onto my keyboard, ruining whatever sentance I was doing. Which made her laugh. I knew better to complain though, considering she was a click away from posting anything on the papers website.

At around 5am, I heard one word from her.

“Coffee”

“Hnng?” I was tired myself at this point.

“Get up and make me coffee”
I began the uncomfortable process of sliding out from under her chair. I decided to make one for me as well.


As I placed her cup on the table, she noticed the second cup.

“Oh no. I didn’t say you could have one. Go. Pour it down the sink. Now.”

“Fucks sake” I said

She leered at me. I got the feeling I’d pay for that.

I resumed my position underneath her, and she placed her feet, crossed at the ankles on my neck. Which forced my head downwards, making it impossible to see the screen of my laptop.

“Don’t move” she said coldly.

I had to squint up past my own scull to see what I was doing. Not only my back, but my neck and my eyes were strained.

We spent four more hours like that.
When we’d both finished our work, she declared “Well, I don’t have to go in to the office today, but I have no way of getting home if I don’t go there, that’s where my car is parked. I’ll have to stay here for the day”

“Okay” I said “Well then you can sleep in my bed and..”

“What? Oh no. That fun you promised me is happening now.”

[macrina]

Thank you, have a good weekend.

[stivalo]

that's going on pretty good!
thanks a lot!

[camery]

Awsome...I love the humiliation and blackmail elements of the story. I wish more people would take this angle of either having a foot fetish they are ashamed of and having girls take advantage of it through subtal teasing and humiliation or a guy in a high position brought low through blackmail and forced to humiliate himself by sniffing and caring for the feet of girls in a professional position below him.

Keep up the story writing your a great and understanding writer :)

[smother sitter]

This story is turning out better than I expected

[Theeyeofdominique]

Great story! I want more!!

[Herboy27]

PHEW!

Once again its time for begging lol

PALEASE continue? :D

Slow.....sensual....and tantalizing!!

I am grateful my friend!

[subshag]

This story is too good to die here. Please please do continue