"Oh, Ms. Ford, I didn't expect you back so soon..."
"I can see that," I said calmly, narrowing my eyes and setting my purse and jacket down on the chair by the window.
Jenna, my new intern, seemed to be frozen in place. She was sitting in the middle of my office with my shoe half on and half off her stockinged foot, shoes that I'd left there for particular meetings that required a particular kind of footwear. Her delicate, doll-like face was painted with a guilty look, a faint pink blush that lit her pale cheeks with the kiss of fire.
"I-I just thought... your shoes, they're so nice... I just wanted..."
"You just wanted to try on my heels?" I said sternly, raising an eyebrow. I crossed my arms and gave poor Jenna my "scary Ella" face. The girl flinched as if struck.
"No. I mean, yes. I mean..." She paused and took a breath. "I'm sorry, Ms. Ford. I didn't mean..." She fell silent again, her pretty face heavy with remorse. With a sigh, she set my shoe down beside the other and placed her hands flat on her lap then took a deep breath, looking me straight in the eye. "Am I fired?"
I licked my lips, then moved over to my desk and sat down, gazing at Jenna across the wide wooden surface. She was young and pretty, and looked perfectly adorable in this state of shame and guilt. I allowed my eyes to roam down her body to her long, slim legs, velvet soft in nude pantyhose, and her tiny feet. As I watched, she curled her toes into tight little fists, digging them into the rug. I felt a familiar stirring inside me, a warmth that seemed like an old friend, and I wondered, with a long sigh, what her feet would taste like.
"Well?" she said, blinking quickly, hot tears welling in her aqua eyes.
"Pick up my shoe again," I said, sitting back in my chair.
"Ms. Ford?"
"Pick up my shoe," I repeated, adding a note of command to my voice.
Jenna leaned to the side and picked up the elegant brown heel that she'd placed on the floor seconds before and turned it in her trembling hands.
"Good girl," I said with a smile. "Now put the shoe over your nose and mouth, and take a deep, long breath."
"M-Ms. Ford?" she exclaimed with a startled expression, her eyes wide with surprise.
"You heard me."
"I c-can't do that, it's..."
I sat forward and laced my fingers together, causing Jenna to become quiet in an eye blink.
"I want you to put my shoe over your nose and take a good, long sniff. I want you to experience what my feet smell like, I want you familiar with my scent. I want to give you a chance to find something to love in that smell..."
"Wh-why?" she stammered.
"Because I'm not going to fire you," I said. For an instant, Jenna's face lit up with a look of quiet relief. "I'm not going to fire you, but I am going to change your job description. Starting from now, you have new responsibilities."
"New responsibilities, Ms. Ford?"
"Yes, you're now my personal assistant. You are responsible for the general well being of my feet. When I come into the office, I want you under this desk with a smile on your face and cheery hello. Then, I want you to do whatever you feel is needed to make my feet feel like they've just slept for twenty four hours." She looked at me, utterly aghast. "Hands, mouth, tongue, pretty little titties. You'll need to use every tool at your disposal. Do you understand?"
She gazed at me, mouth hanging open, eyes glistening and wet.
"Now. Let's start off slowly. Put the shoe over your nose, then take a deep breath." I spoke each word purposefully, drawing out the sentence, enjoying the look of confused bewilderment she was giving me.
After a glacial epoch, she finally spoke, lifting the shoe over her mouth as she did so. "Yes, Ms. Ford," she said, closing her eyes and breathing in, "whatever you say."
"I can see that," I said calmly, narrowing my eyes and setting my purse and jacket down on the chair by the window.
Jenna, my new intern, seemed to be frozen in place. She was sitting in the middle of my office with my shoe half on and half off her stockinged foot, shoes that I'd left there for particular meetings that required a particular kind of footwear. Her delicate, doll-like face was painted with a guilty look, a faint pink blush that lit her pale cheeks with the kiss of fire.
"I-I just thought... your shoes, they're so nice... I just wanted..."
"You just wanted to try on my heels?" I said sternly, raising an eyebrow. I crossed my arms and gave poor Jenna my "scary Ella" face. The girl flinched as if struck.
"No. I mean, yes. I mean..." She paused and took a breath. "I'm sorry, Ms. Ford. I didn't mean..." She fell silent again, her pretty face heavy with remorse. With a sigh, she set my shoe down beside the other and placed her hands flat on her lap then took a deep breath, looking me straight in the eye. "Am I fired?"
I licked my lips, then moved over to my desk and sat down, gazing at Jenna across the wide wooden surface. She was young and pretty, and looked perfectly adorable in this state of shame and guilt. I allowed my eyes to roam down her body to her long, slim legs, velvet soft in nude pantyhose, and her tiny feet. As I watched, she curled her toes into tight little fists, digging them into the rug. I felt a familiar stirring inside me, a warmth that seemed like an old friend, and I wondered, with a long sigh, what her feet would taste like.
"Well?" she said, blinking quickly, hot tears welling in her aqua eyes.
"Pick up my shoe again," I said, sitting back in my chair.
"Ms. Ford?"
"Pick up my shoe," I repeated, adding a note of command to my voice.
Jenna leaned to the side and picked up the elegant brown heel that she'd placed on the floor seconds before and turned it in her trembling hands.
"Good girl," I said with a smile. "Now put the shoe over your nose and mouth, and take a deep, long breath."
"M-Ms. Ford?" she exclaimed with a startled expression, her eyes wide with surprise.
"You heard me."
"I c-can't do that, it's..."
I sat forward and laced my fingers together, causing Jenna to become quiet in an eye blink.
"I want you to put my shoe over your nose and take a good, long sniff. I want you to experience what my feet smell like, I want you familiar with my scent. I want to give you a chance to find something to love in that smell..."
"Wh-why?" she stammered.
"Because I'm not going to fire you," I said. For an instant, Jenna's face lit up with a look of quiet relief. "I'm not going to fire you, but I am going to change your job description. Starting from now, you have new responsibilities."
"New responsibilities, Ms. Ford?"
"Yes, you're now my personal assistant. You are responsible for the general well being of my feet. When I come into the office, I want you under this desk with a smile on your face and cheery hello. Then, I want you to do whatever you feel is needed to make my feet feel like they've just slept for twenty four hours." She looked at me, utterly aghast. "Hands, mouth, tongue, pretty little titties. You'll need to use every tool at your disposal. Do you understand?"
She gazed at me, mouth hanging open, eyes glistening and wet.
"Now. Let's start off slowly. Put the shoe over your nose, then take a deep breath." I spoke each word purposefully, drawing out the sentence, enjoying the look of confused bewilderment she was giving me.
After a glacial epoch, she finally spoke, lifting the shoe over her mouth as she did so. "Yes, Ms. Ford," she said, closing her eyes and breathing in, "whatever you say."
