Caught and dominated by his sexy boss (foot domination, foot worship, high heels, long toes, soles)

Title: Caught and Dominated by his Sexy Boss

Marek trudged into the office, his mind preoccupied with the looming project deadline. As he settled into his cubicle, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. The usual office chatter was subdued, and the air felt thick with tension.

His boss, Lenka, emerged from her office, her designer heels clicking against the marble floor. Marek’s heart skipped a beat as she approached. Lenka was known for her strict demeanor and no-nonsense attitude, but today she looked especially alluring. Her pencil skirt hugged her curves, and her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.

“Marek,” Lenka purred, her voice like silk. “I need you in my office. Now.”

Marek’s eyes widened, but he quickly obliged, following her into the spacious office. As the door clicked shut behind him, Lenka turned, her blue eyes boring into his.

“Close the door,” she commanded.

Marek complied, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched as Lenka sauntered over to her plush leather chair, her hips swaying seductively. She sat down, crossing her legs, and pointed to the floor in front of her.

“Silence,” she whispered, her voice dripping with authority. “On your knees.”

Marek hesitated for a moment before obeying, sinking to his knees in front of her. He felt his face flush as he realized the sight before him: Lenka’s long, slender legs, her heeled feet mere inches from his face.

“Worship,” she demanded, her eyes locked on his.

Slowly, tentatively, Marek leaned forward. He inhaled deeply, his senses filled with the intoxicating aroma of her expensive perfume and the musky scent of her bare feet. He leaned in closer, inhaling again, his eyelids fluttering shut as the scent enveloped him.

Lenka uncrossed her legs, allowing him to worship her feet. Marek leaned in, his lips grazing her instep. He traced his tongue along the arches of her feet, savoring every inch of her skin. He lapped at her toes, marveling at their perfect shape and length.

Lenka’s breathing grew heavier as he worked his way up, his lips brushing against her smooth skin as he reached her ankles. He couldn’t resist the urge to nibble gently at her skin, each bite sending jolts of electricity through his body.

“Good boy,” Lenka purred, her voice like honey. “Now, worship my heels.”

Marek nodded, his eyes fixed on the towering heels of her shoes. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the smooth leather of her heels. He explored every inch, his tongue slipping between the strap and her skin, savoring the taste of her.

Lenka let out a soft moan, her hips squirming in the chair. Marek continued his worship, his hands roaming along her legs, caressing her skin. He could feel the heat of her body, the pulsing of her veins beneath her smooth skin.

“Enough,” Lenka whispered, her voice hoarse. “I want to feel your mouth on my skin, your tongue exploring every inch of me.”

Marek’s heart raced as he obeyed, his lips trailing along her inner thigh. He could feel the heat of her core, the dampness of her arousal. He continued his exploration, his tongue dipping into her folds, tasting her sweet nectar.

Lenka’s hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to take more of her. Marek obliged, his tongue delving deeper, his lips suckling at her clit. He could feel her body tensing, her hips bucking against his face as she neared her climax.

“Marek,” she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

He didn’t. He continued his assault, his tongue swirling around her sensitive bud, his lips suckling harder. Lenka’s moans grew louder, her body quivering with each flick of his tongue.

Finally, she cried out, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm. Marek held her steady, his lips still pressed against her skin, his tongue lapping up every drop of her release.

Lenka collapsed back into her chair, her chest heaving, her hair disheveled. Marek looked up at her, his eyes shining with adoration.

“Stand up,” she commanded, her voice still breathy. “Take your clothes off.”

Marek rose to his feet, his hands trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his pants. He stood before her, his body on full display, his erection straining against his boxers.

Lenka’s eyes roamed over his body, a wicked smirk on her lips. “You’ve been such a good boy,” she said. “A reward is in order.”

She rose from her chair, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached him. She ran her hands over his chest, her nails scraping against his skin.