Eleonore vs Ammalia.

"You're the last one here, right?" Ammalia called out, her heels echoing against the cold, marble floor. The office was eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the distant hum of the air conditioning and the occasional tick of the antique clock in the corner. She looked around the vast room, the dim glow of the computer screens acting as a beacon in the sea of darkness. The office was a fortress of glass and steel, a silent testament to the power dynamics that ruled the corporate world.

Her curiosity piqued, she approached Eleonore's desk, the gleaming mahogany a stark contrast to the rest of the room's minimalist decor. The computer screen stared back at her, a digital gateway to her boss's most intimate secrets. With a deep breath, she sat in the leather chair, the coolness sending a shiver down her spine. The mouse clicked under her hand as she woke the sleeping machine, the login screen popping up like a challenge. But she had been prepared for this moment; she knew Eleonore's password. It was the same as the one she had used for the office printer, simple and predictable.

SUMMARY^1: Ammalia calls out into the empty office, confirming she's alone, and approaches Eleonore's desk with a sense of anticipation. She notices the stark contrast between the room's minimalism and the imposing desk, reflecting corporate power dynamics. Using Eleonore's known password, she logs into her computer, ready to uncover secrets.

The files on the computer were neatly organized, a reflection of the woman herself. But as Ammalia scrolled through the documents, she found something unexpected: a hidden folder titled "Fantasies." Her heart racing, she clicked it open. The files inside were filled with tales of submission and adoration, with Eleonore as the eager servant to a mysterious dominant figure. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized that the dominant figure described in these vivid, steamy scenes was none other than herself.

Her mind racing, she read on, each word sending a thrill down her spine. The descriptions were explicit, detailing every nuance of the imagined interactions between the two of them. It was clear that Eleonore had a deep, secret longing to be dominated by her, to serve her in the most intimate ways. Ammalia felt a mix of excitement and power as she read the words that her boss had written in private, revealing a side of herself she had never dared to show.

The clock chimed, signaling that it was time for their meeting. Eleonore would be here any moment. Ammalia closed the files, her mind racing with the newfound knowledge. She had to decide what to do with this information. It was a weapon she could use to shift the power dynamics between them, or it could be a bridge to a deeper, more complex relationship. As the seconds ticked by, she made up her mind. She kicked of her high heels revealing her black nylon tights.

SUMMARY^1: Ammalia discovers a hidden "Fantasies" folder on Eleonore's computer containing erotic stories where she is the dominant figure. She reads through the explicit content, feeling a thrill of power and excitement. Recognizing the potential to alter their dynamics, she prepares for Eleonore's arrival, removing her shoes to reveal black nylon tights.

The door swung open, and in walked Eleonore, her sharp heels punctuating the silence. She looked as commanding as ever, her eyes scanning the room before landing on Ammalia. "You're still here," she said, her tone neutral.

Ammalia stood, her heart pounding in her chest. She held up a USB stick. "I found something interesting on your computer, Eleonore," she said coolly, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Eleonore's face paled, the mask of control slipping slightly. She stepped closer, trying to snatch the USB from Ammalia's hand. "That's private!" she hissed.

Ammalia held it out of reach, smiling sweetly. "Oh, I know. But it seems we both have secrets, don't we?" She gestured to the sofa on the other side of the room. "Why don't you sit down, and we can discuss this like adults?"

Eleonore's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't resist the challenge. She stalked over to the sofa, her hips swaying with barely contained anger. Ammalia followed, her steps measured and confident. She sat opposite her boss, crossing her legs and placing the USB stick on the coffee table between them.

"You know," Ammalia began, her voice a low purr, "I always wondered why you enjoyed making me kneel so much." She leaned back into the sofa, her posture relaxed yet dominant. "It's quite a... submissive act, isn't it?"

Eleonore's cheeks flushed, the only sign of her embarrassment. "What are you implying?" she asked, her voice a shade softer than usual.

SUMMARY^1: Ammalia confronts Eleonore with the erotic stories she found, holding a USB stick with the evidence. She suggests they talk about it and sits opposite her, hinting at the submissive nature of the acts described. Eleonore, flustered, tries to claim the USB but fails, her voice betraying her discomfort.

Ammalia leaned forward, her eyes never leaving Eleonore's. "I'm not implying anything," she said, her smile widening. "I'm stating a fact. You get off on power plays, don't you?" She paused for a moment, watching the emotions flicker across her boss's face. "But it seems you enjoy the other side of the coin as well."

Eleonore's jaw clenched, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her tailored suit. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice tight with tension.

"Well," Ammalia said, leaning back into the sofa, "I think it's time we explored your... hobby." She gestured to the floor between her legs. "On your knees, Eleonore."

Eleonore's eyes widened, but she couldn't resist the thrill of being found out. She slowly lowered herself, her knees hitting the floor with an almost audible thud. The power shift in the room was palpable, and she could feel the heat rising from her core. Ammalia's eyes gleamed with victory as she watched her boss's submission unfold before her.

"Now, let's see if you can handle being on the receiving end," Ammalia said, extending a leg. Her foot, clad in a black pantyhose, hovered just above Eleonore's head. The scent of nylon and the faint hint of her perfume filled the air.

SUMMARY^1: Ammalia acknowledges the shared interest in power dynamics and suggests they explore it further. She orders Eleonore to kneel, which she does despite her internal conflict, and presents her foot in black pantyhose, establishing the shift in their relationship's power structure.

SUMMARY^2: Ammalia finds erotic stories on Eleonore's computer involving them, confronts her with the USB evidence, and suggests discussing their shared interest in power dynamics. Eleonore, though uncomfortable, kneels and begins to worship Ammalia's foot in black nylon tights, initiating a reversal of their typical workplace roles.

With a mix of apprehension and excitement, Eleonore leaned in, her eyes locked on Ammalia's foot. She took it in her hand, feeling the soft warmth of the fabric against her palm. Her pulse quickened as she brought it to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the smoothness of the pantyhose. The sensation was intoxicating, and she felt a thrill of pleasure run through her body.

"That's it," Ammalia said, her voice soothing yet firm. "Now, massage my foot. Show me how much you enjoy serving me."

Eleonore nodded, her eyes never leaving Ammalia's face. She began to rub her thumbs into the arch of the foot, feeling the tension in her own shoulders ease slightly. The act of submission was surprisingly liberating, and she found herself eager to please.

"Good," Ammalia murmured, her eyes half-closed.

Eleonore's hands moved with increasing confidence, her thumbs pressing into the ball of Ammalia's foot. She felt the tension in Ammalia's muscles melt under her touch, the fabric of the nylon tightening around the contours of her toes. Ammalia's toes curled slightly, and she let out a soft moan, her body visibly relaxing into the chair.

"You're quite good at this," Ammalia said, her voice laced with amusement. "It seems you've had some practice."

SUMMARY^1: Eleonore tentatively starts to massage Ammalia's foot in pantyhose, finding the act of submission surprisingly freeing. Her confidence grows as she senses Ammalia's enjoyment, leading to a more thorough massage and a hint of shared understanding between them.

Eleonore's cheeks grew even redder, but she didn't stop. Her tongue slid out, tracing the outline of Ammalia's foot, feeling the heat and the smoothness of the skin beneath the nylon. She knew she was being toyed with, but she didn't care. The sensation was too overwhelming, the thrill of her secret desires coming to life too potent to resist.

"You know what else I've been wondering?" Ammalia said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "How those pretty red lips of yours would look wrapped around my toes."

Eleonore's eyes widened, and she looked up, meeting Ammalia's gaze. For a moment, she hesitated, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. But then, she saw the glint of excitement in Ammalia's eyes, and something inside her snapped. The desire to please her was too strong. With a whimper, she leaned in, her breath hot against Ammalia's skin.

Her teeth grazed the fabric-covered toes, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She parted her lips and took the first toe into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it gently. Ammalia's moan of pleasure encouraged her, and she took another, sucking and nibbling, her eyes closed in concentration. The taste of nylon and the faint hint of lotion mingled with the scent of leather from her shoes. It was a heady combination, making her feel both humiliated and aroused.

SUMMARY^1: Ammalia challenges Eleonore to take her submission further by placing her toes in her mouth. Despite her initial hesitation, Eleonore succumbs to the desire to please Ammalia and begins to suck on her toes, experiencing a mix of humiliation and arousal, which only increases with every pleasured sound Ammalia makes.

Ammalia leaned back, watching with a smug smile as Eleonore worshiped her feet. She hadn't expected it to be this easy, but the thrill of seeing her boss so **** was incredible. The power dynamics had shifted, and she was in control now. She could see the desire in Eleonore's eyes, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly as she worked on her feet.

"Mm, yes," Ammalia murmured, her eyes drifting shut. "Just like that."

Eleonore's heart was racing as she continued her ministrations, her own breathing growing more ragged with every passing second. She had never felt so alive, so...used. And she loved it. Her tongue traced the arch of Ammalia's foot, feeling the tautness of the nylon stretch over her boss's instep. The taste of her foot filled her mouth, a tantalizing blend of sweat and the faint remnants of her lunchtime sandwich.

"Look at you," Ammalia said, her voice filled with amusement. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Eleonore couldn't lie; she was. The feeling of Ammalia's foot in her mouth, the way she could make her boss moan with a simple flick of her tongue, it was intoxicating. She nodded, her eyes never leaving Ammalia's toes.

"Good girl," Ammalia said, the words dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if you can really worship these feet like you've been dreaming about."

With that, she grabbed Eleonore's chin, forcing her to look up. The power dynamics had shifted so dramatically that the very air in the room seemed charged with electricity. Eleonore's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement, and she could feel the wetness between her legs growing with every passing second. She had always been the one in control, the one who wielded power, but now she was on her knees, her mouth full of her subordinate's toes.

"Now," Ammalia said, her voice a low purr, "You're going to show me how much you really want this. Take my entire foot into your mouth."

Eleonore's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and with a sense of surrender, she took Ammalia's entire foot, the toes pressing against the back of her throat. Ammalia's eyes lit up with satisfaction, watching as Eleonore's cheeks bulged around her foot.

"That's it," Ammalia said, her voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you want to be my ****."

Eleonore's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing as she worked Ammalia's foot with a passion she had never felt before. The nylon was stretched taut over her mouth, the taste of her own sweat mingling with the leather of her shoe. She could feel the softness of Ammalia's skin against her tongue, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through her that was almost unbearable.

Ammalia leaned back, her eyes never leaving Eleonore's. She could feel the power of her position, the thrill of watching her boss, so powerful and in control, reduced to a mere servant. "Harder," she said, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo through the room. "Make me believe you really want this."

Eleonore's response was to take Ammalia's foot deeper into her mouth, her throat constricting around the arch of it. The nylon felt slick and wet against her tongue as she began to suck harder, her eyes watering from the pressure. Her hands gripped the ankle, her nails digging in slightly as she fought the urge to gag. The sensation of Ammalia's foot in her mouth was overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Ammalia's smile grew wider as she watched, her hand moving to stroke Eleonore's hair, guiding her movements. "That's it," she cooed, "worship my foot like the good little **** you are."

Eleonore's eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel her body responding to the humiliation. Her clit was swollen, her panties soaked with her own arousal. She had never felt so alive, so...used. The thought of it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Ammalia leaned back into the chair, watching with a smug smile as Eleonore's tongue danced over her toes. She could see the hunger in her boss's eyes, the way she craved more, and it only made her own desire grow. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see if you can handle both feet at once."

With a whimper, Eleonore nodded, her mouth already full. She took a deep breath and leaned in, taking both of Ammalia's feet into her mouth. The sensation was intense, the taste of sweat and leather mixing with the faint scent of her own arousal. She worked her tongue between the toes, feeling the fabric of the nylon tighten around them. Ammalia's legs began to tremble, and she knew she had her boss exactly where she wanted her.

"Mm, that's more like it," Ammalia said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She began to move her feet slightly, pushing them deeper into Eleonore's mouth. "Keep going," she ordered, her hand moving to her own thigh, her fingers tracing the edge of her skirt.

Eleonore's eyes watered even more, but she didn't stop. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, her tongue moving between Ammalia's toes, her nose buried in the warmth of her feet. The fabric of the nylon was like a second skin, and she could feel every contour of Ammalia's feet beneath it. Her own breath was hot and wet against the arches, and she could feel the beginnings of a headache forming from the pressure. But she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was making her secretary happy.

Ammalia leaned back, her eyes hooded with desire as she watched the spectacle unfolding before her. She had never felt so powerful, so in control. Her hand slid up her leg, her fingertips dancing over the fabric of her skirt. The thought of her boss, so dominant and in charge, kneeling before her and worshipping her feet was too much to handle.

"Now, let's see if you can handle this," Ammalia said, her voice dripping with challenge. She took her feet out of Eleonore's mouth and placed them on the coffee table. "Take off your blouse."

Eleonore's eyes flickered with surprise, but she obeyed, unbuttoning her shirt with trembling hands. The fabric whispered against her skin as she revealed her lacy bra, her breasts heaving with each breath. The air in the room was thick with tension, the only sound the rustle of fabric as she slipped off the garment.

Ammalia took in the sight of her boss, so **** and exposed. "Good," she said, her voice a smoky purr. "Now, come here and massage my feet again."

Eleonore shuffled closer, her bare knees scraping against the marble floor. She took Ammalia's foot back into her hands, feeling the smoothness of the nylon against her palms. She began to rub, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident with every stroke. The fabric was warm from her mouth, and she could feel Ammalia's toes flexing against her palms.

Ammalia leaned back in the chair, her eyes hooded with desire. She watched as Eleonore's hands moved over her feet, the pantyhose stretching and rebounding with each touch. The sight of her boss, so **** and eager to please, was more than she could have ever imagined. "Good," she murmured, "now, tell me what you're feeling."

Eleonore's cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow and ragged. She paused, her eyes meeting Ammalia's. "I...I feel alive," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I've never felt this way before."

Ammalia's smile grew more predatory. "And what do you want to do next?" she prompted, her voice a seductive whisper.

Eleonore swallowed hard, her eyes flicking up to meet Ammalia's. "I...I want to keep serving you," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "I want to make you happy."

Ammalia's smile grew wider, her eyes darkening with excitement. "Then show me," she said, her voice a command.

Eleonore nodded, her movements more fervent now. She began to kiss and lick her way up Ammalia's leg, the nylon whispering against her skin. Ammalia's breath hitched as her tongue reached the hem of her skirt, and she lifted her foot to allow her boss better access. Eleonore's hands gripped her thighs tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as she worked her way up to the knee.

Ammalia leaned back, her eyes never leaving Eleonore's. She could feel the heat from her boss's mouth through the pantyhose, the wetness from her saliva making the fabric stick to her skin. It was a thrilling sensation, one that made her feel both powerful and desired. "Good," she murmured, her voice low and approving. "Keep going."

Eleonore obeyed, her kisses growing more insistent as she moved further up Ammalia's legs. Her tongue slid along the seam of the nylon, tasting the salt and sweat that had accumulated there. The fabric was tight against Ammalia's skin, the pressure making her legs tingle with anticipation. She could feel the dampness spreading from her core, soaking through her panties.

"That's it," Ammalia breathed, her eyes glued to the sight of her boss's mouth on her thigh. "Now, tell me how much you've wanted this."

Eleonore paused, her breath hot against the nylon. She looked up, her eyes glassy with arousal. "More than anything," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ammalia's pulse quickened, the power exchange between them more thrilling than she could have imagined. "Prove it," she said, her voice a challenge.

Eleonore nodded, her eyes never leaving Ammalia's. She leaned in, her mouth moving to the side of Ammalia's knee. She kissed along the nylon, her teeth grazing the fabric as she moved higher. Ammalia felt goosebumps rise on her skin as the kisses grew closer to the sensitive skin just above her stocking tops.

"Mm," she murmured, her hand sliding up to grip Eleonore's hair. "Tell me what you're going to do to me."

Eleonore's eyes shone with a mix of lust and submission. "I'm going to make you come," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I'll do whatever you want."

Ammalia's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her closer. "Go on," she urged, her breathing growing shallower. "Show me how much you crave this."

With a whimper of need, Eleonore began to kiss her way up Ammalia's thigh, her mouth moving inch by inch closer to her goal. She could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and her own arousal grew with every touch. Finally, she reached the apex of her thighs, her nose pressing against the damp fabric of Ammalia's panties.

"Please," she begged, her voice muffled against the nylon. "Let me serve you properly."

Ammalia smirked, the thrill of the situation making her heart race. "If you're going to be my servant, you'll need to learn to ask nicely," she teased, her hand still tangled in Eleonore's hair.

Eleonore's eyes sparked with a mix of annoyance and arousal. "Please, Ammalia," she murmured, her voice a sweet, submissive whine. "Let me serve you. Let me make you feel good."

Ammalia's smirk grew into a full-blown smile. "As you wish," she said, her tone still playful. She lifted her hips slightly, allowing Eleonore to slide her hand beneath the skirt. The cool air hit her hot, damp skin, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Eleonore's hand found the waistband of Ammalia's panties, her trembling fingers hooking into the fabric. She paused, looking up for permission. Ammalia nodded, and with a sense of reverence, she pulled them down, exposing her bare sex. The scent of arousal was heavy in the air, and Eleonore felt her own need spike.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Ammalia's pussy was shaved clean, the pink flesh glistening with excitement. She leaned in, her mouth watering as she kissed the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to her center.

"Good," Ammalia murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Now, don't disappoint me."

Eleonore's heart raced as she positioned herself between Ammalia's legs, her eyes never leaving the glistening wetness she was about to taste. With trembling hands, she parted her secretaries thighs further, her mouth watering at the sight of her swollen clit peeking out from the folds of her labia. She leaned in, her breath hot against the delicate flesh, and took a tentative lick.

Ammalia's gasp was all the encouragement she needed. Her tongue grew bolder, sliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling it swell beneath her ministrations. She could taste the sweetness of her arousal, and it was intoxicating. The power dynamics had shifted so dramatically that she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

Eleonore's eyes closed, her mouth moving in slow, deliberate strokes over Ammalia's pussy. She could feel the muscles in her secretaires thighs tensing as she grew closer to her climax. Her own breathing grew more ragged, her own desire building with every passing moment.

Ammalia's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, pushing her closer to her clit. "Faster," she ordered, her voice tight with need. "Make me come, you little slut."

The words sent a bolt of electricity through Eleonore, and she obeyed, her tongue moving in rapid strokes over the sensitive flesh. Ammalia's hips began to rock against her face, her breathing growing more erratic. "Yes," she hissed, "just like that."

Eleonore could feel the muscles in Ammalia's legs tighten around her shoulders, her body poised on the edge of release. She sucked and licked, her own breathing growing ragged with the effort. The taste of her secretaries arousal was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she found herself craving more.

Ammalia's hips began to buck, her movements growing more urgent. "Yes," she moaned, her voice a **** whisper. "Right there."

Eleonore's tongue flicked faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on Ammalia's clit. She could feel her boss's thighs tighten around her head, the muscles in her legs quivering with need. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses filled the room, mingling with Ammalia's gasps and moans of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," Ammalia breathed, her voice strained. "You're so good at this."

Eleonore's heart swelled with a strange mix of pride and embarrassment. She had never felt so exposed, so utterly at someone else's mercy. But the way Ammalia's body responded to her touch, the way she writhed and moaned, was a potent aphrodisiac. She pushed aside any lingering doubt, focusing solely on bringing her secretary to the brink of pleasure.

Her tongue swirled around Ammalia's clit, feeling it pulse beneath the slick surface. She slipped a finger inside her, feeling the walls clench around it. Ammalia's breath hitched, and she knew she was close. With a final, **** flick of her tongue, she felt the tension in her secretaries body release.

Ammalia's back arched off the chair, her muscles spasming as she came hard, her juices flooding Eleonore's mouth. The feeling of her secretaries orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a heady mix of power and pleasure that made her own toes curl in her shoes. She lapped it up eagerly, savoring the taste of humiliation.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Ammalia looked down at Eleonore, who was still kneeling between her legs, her cheeks flushed and her mouth glistening. "Good girl," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You've learned your lesson well."

Eleonore looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never felt so exposed, so...used, and yet it was exhilarating. The taste of Ammalia's arousal still lingered on her tongue, and she couldn't help but crave more.

Ammalia's smile was one of pure triumph as she sat back in her chair, her legs still splayed open. "Now, tell you you serve and what you are"

Eleonore's heart raced as she looked up at Ammalia, her eyes filled with a mix of submission and arousal. "I serve you," she murmured, her voice low and obedient. "I am your foot ****."

Ammalia's smile grew even wider. "And what does a good foot **** do?"

Without hesitation, Eleonore leaned forward, her mouth once again wrapping around Ammalia's toes. She began to suck, her eyes never leaving her secretary. The taste was now familiar, yet it only served to fuel her desire more. The power dynamics had shifted so dramatically that she could feel her own orgasm building with every suck and lick.

Ammalia's eyes narrowed with satisfaction as she watched her boss in this compromising position. "Good," she murmured, her voice a low, seductive purr. "This is your new life when we are alone.At my feet worshipping them with your mouth ."

Eleonore's eyes widened slightly at the declaration, but she didn't protest. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking over the tips of Ammalia's toes. The sensation of the nylon against her nose and the taste of Ammalia's skin was oddly thrilling. She had never felt this way before, never wanted something so badly that it made her kneel and serve.