Office shoe licker under his Boss’s table (shoe worship, high heels, foot worship, BIG office feet)

The Office Shoe Licker: A Story of Fetish and Power

In any typical office, there exists an unspoken hierarchy – the boss, the executives, the middle management, and the rank-and-file employees. Beneath them all is a special kind of worker, one who revels in the most intimate and taboo displays of submission.

Meet Jan, a lowly office assistant who never seems to leave her cubicle. She’s always there, meticulously filing paperwork, brewing coffee, and tending to the needs of her superiors. But what Jan truly lives for are the fleeting moments when she can sneak beneath her boss’s desk and indulge in her secret fetish.

Jan’s boss, Mr. Novak, is a towering figure in the firm – quite literally. At 6’3″, the man commands attention not only through his position but also his imposing physical presence. His designer suits hug his broad shoulders and powerful legs, hinting at the manly physique beneath. But it’s his feet that truly captivate Jan.

Mr. Novak has a thing for impeccably maintained Italian leather shoes – soft, supple black leather that cradles his large feet. He pairs them with silk socks that showcase his fine ankles. The scent of expensive leather and Mr. Novak’s natural musk fills Jan’s nostrils as she bends down, her school girl skirt riding up to reveal her thong-clad bottom.

Under the high-shine surface of her boss’s shoes are his equally impressive soles. Mr. Novak’s feet complete 12 hours a day wandering the halls of power, and his soles – when glimpsed – are a shade darker, a hint of roughened skin from his marathon spending bouts at the office. Jan marvels at the masculinity of it, knowing that with each passing day, his soles grow more weathered and lewd.

And when he wears his high heels, as he often does to add an extra inch to his towering presence, the effect is whipped cream to Jan’s eyes. She sways as she passes him in the hallway, unable to control her body’s response to his feminine yet powerful stride.

Jan’s opportunity arises when a meeting runs over, and she slips unnoticed into Mr. Novak’s private office. Quickly, she locks the door, mermaid under the opulent wooden desk and gazes up in an unobstructed descrambled shot at her boss’s latest acquisition – a pair of glossy patent oxfords with a distinctive red sole.

Her hands tremble as she unlaces the laces, inhaling the intoxicating scent of leather and Mr. Novak’s sweat. The shoes are far too big for her, And the thought sends a shiver down her spine, stroking her lust into a frenzy of toes.

Jan’s tongue traces over the leather, relishing its salty taste. She Peck the toes, the instep, the rudimentary sole, savouring every floppy flavor of the lecherous leather. Slowly, she makes her way to the sole – the seat of her worship, the author’s authority.

Her hands caress the unglimey bottom of the shoe, tracing the groove where Mr. Novak’s foot fits. Her fingers tickle the inner seam, tracing the delicate bride of his foot. And then, with a deep shudder, she brings her tongue to the sole and begins to worship, lathering it with spit and enamel until it glistens like a fetishists’ fantasy.

As she licks, she imagines the press of Mr. Novak’s foot against the sole, his powerful toes flexing against the leather. She envision him standing over her, his feet becoming her world, her everything. She licks harder, faster, losing herself in the filthy fantasy.

But it can’t last forever. The meeting ends, and Jan scampers back to her cubicle, skin flushed and lips wet. She knows it’s only a matter of time before she experiences her ultimate subjugation – the day when Mr. Novak will pin her down and grind his soles into her face, making her smell of foot filth and male musk.

Until then, there are the stolen moments under the desk, licking worship to soles she can only imagine worship. Jan peels the next-door company’s glitter selfie filter, discovering an unexpected treasure: Mr. Novak is wearing his Kani high-heels – a surprise to everyone, but a fetish to her.

Jan sneak back in, knowing she has to milk this opportunity for all it’s worth. She peels off her shirt this time, exposing her breasts and showering her boss’s heels before returning to her post.

As the day wears on, Jan feels Mr. Novak’s gaze on her, heavy and laden with subtextual meaning. She knows he suspects what she’s doing, and the thought only makes her wetter, needier.

Finally, late in the afternoon, Mr. Novak calls her into his office for a “private discussion.” Jan’s heart races as she walks in, trembling as she stands before her seated boss. His eyes bore into her, dark and intense with barely concealed lust.

“What do you think you’re doing, Jan?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

“Please, sir,” she whimpers, sinking to her knees before him. “Let me worship you. Let me show you the depths of my submission.”

Mr. Novak’s expression doesn’t change, but his feet flex slightly in his shoes. It’s encouragement enough for Jan. She reaches for his shoes, unlacing them with shaking fingers. As she peels them away to reveal his sock-clad feet, Jan feels a rush of fear and arousal.

“Let’s test your fettish. If you fail, you’re fired. If you pass, you’ll be my side assist more-enthetically.”

Mr. Novak removes his socks and presents his feet to her, and Jan doesn’t hesitate. She kisses his bare soles, worshiping them with a reverence that verges on religious. She traces the lines of his arches with her tongue, swirls around his toes, suckles on his bunion.

As she loses herself in ecstasy, she feels Mr. Novak relax, his feet melting into her touch. He begins to moan, grinding his soles against her face with increasing force. Jan takes it all, reveling in the filthy, depraved degradation of it all.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Mr. Novak pushes her away. Jan looks up at him, her face smeared with his foot sweat, her eyes glazed with submission. “You’ve passed,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “You’re mine now, little office slut. My personal foot slave.”

Jan can only nod, knowing that she’s sealed her fate in the most delicious way possible. She can hardly wait for her new duties to begin.