He tells you

"Clever of you to think of crawling Lisa," he says looking at you with cruel interest. "You look good on your knees."

"I thought you would like it sir," you murmur, looking up at him from under half lowered lids, still holding his ankle and pressing yourself against his foot.

"Who told you?" His question surprises you, and for a moment your eyes widen, looking up at him. "Come now Lisa, you don't have to think about that. Who told you to crawl?"

"Umm, I met another secretary in the washroom...Amanda...she says you make her crawl."

"I see. What else did she tell you?"

"That you've fucked her. Fucked all her holes. And that she's got you eating out of her hand."

"Did she? And what do you think Miss Lisa? Do you think that getting my cock shoved in you means I'm eating out of your hand?"

You drop your eyes, pressing yourself against his foot, your heart beating harder.

"No sir. It means I'm eating out of yours," you whimper, and bend your head to lick at his shoe, wriggling at the joy of your complete submission, your utter degradation.