Me and the CEO

I have been living in Germany for 8 years. After completing my bachelor's degree, I went to this country and got my master's degree in communications, which took three years. After finishing my master's degree, I applied for various jobs and finally got a job as a personal assistant to the CEO of a company.

In this position, I was responsible for following up on the CEO's personal tasks and, in fact, being his right hand. From the most important tasks, such as coordinating his work appointments and meetings, to all the tasks related to the CEO.

Ms. Paula, who was the CEO of the company, was about 37 years old and is now 42 years old. She has an ordinary face but is tall (178 cm) with a German style.

When I was in this position 5 years ago, I was told that my base salary was low, but that I would be given more work over time and that my salary would increase for every new task that was added to my job description. For example, in the beginning, they drove themselves to meetings and visits, but after two months of driving, my duties were added to them, and it also affected my salary.

That's why I always tried to provide them with more services. On the other hand, they had felt like slaves to women for years. That's why I enjoyed serving Ms. Paula.

Since I became their personal driver, I spent 100% of my time with them. From early in the morning, when I followed them in the company car, to late at night, when I dropped them off. And I had a precise work and non-work schedule for them. For example, they went to tennis two evenings a week. Since I wasn't interested in tennis and didn't know how, I would wait in the yard and then drive them home.

After about 6 months, when we reached the hot season, I noticed that they were getting manicures and pedicures. And it was the first time I had seen them in sandals. They had very beautiful feet and long fingers. I was a little surprised when they did this, after I told them how beautiful their hands and feet were, I asked when they did this. I found out that they get massages on weekends and there is someone who goes to their house for this. They also know how to do pedicures and manicures. I said, "Good luck!" They were surprised and asked what that meant. I said, "I wish I could do these things for you." Mrs. Paula felt that I was saying this for her salary, but I was also saying this for her salary and because I enjoyed serving her. She said, "You have to know these things, it's not like that." I said, "If I learn, I can do them," and they said, "If you become a professional, yes." I went to two massage, manicure, and pedicure classes and I took these courses for three months. And I practiced regularly on the things they taught. After a while, I told them that I became a professional. They were very surprised, they said, when I explained that I was going to class on Saturdays to learn.

I was supposed to go to their house for a week and see exactly what the masseur did, and then I would try it. If they were happy, I would take on the job. I couldn't stand it. I was waiting for the weekend to come and go to their house, which I had never been to before. I had always been waiting for them from the outside. In short, that day came.

I went and saw an experienced man come and start working. I was full of enthusiasm, but I was more stressed about concentrating and learning everything he did. The massage focused on the back, shoulders, hands, arms, and finally the feet. After that man left, he asked me what I thought. I said I wasn't as professional as he was, but I would try my best to become a complete professional in a few months. And I asked them to trust me. I was supposed to do this once more so they could give their final opinion. Then they told me that even if they accepted, there would be no salary increase until I became a professional. When I said it didn't matter at all and I wasn't doing this for the salary. They suddenly got angry and thought they had other plans. They told me to get out of the house and not come to the company anymore. They wouldn't need me from tomorrow. No matter how much I tried to explain, they wouldn't accept it and I had to leave the house. I was very upset. I decided to call them the next day and explain, but they didn't answer my call. A few days later, I called again and then went to their house again but I didn't get an answer. Finally, I decided to tell them everything about female slavery and foot fetish. I prepared a one-page text on the subject and at the end I put three or four links to videos and articles and emailed them. But they still didn't answer. A week passed, I emailed again and said that I told the truth in the previous email and that I really needed this job. Because if I can't get a job in two months, I'll have to leave Germany and all that. Again, there was no answer. I decided to go to the company one day and wait for them to come and explain to them.

That day they came and they were driving themselves. I went to talk to them, but they didn't roll down the window. No matter how much I begged, it was no use, but when they went inside, they pointed at the guard and said something to him. The guard said that the lady allowed you to go to their office and talk to them. I had been unemployed for about a month and I had to do something anyway. Because when you lose a job, you can't really find a new job. Because you always need a letter of recommendation from your previous job, which I naturally didn't have.

In short, I got to their office. I told the secretary that I wanted to see the lady. The secretary called and Ms. Paula said that they didn't have time right now and that I should wait. I sat behind the door of the room for about five hours until the lady's lunch was brought. The secretary who brought the lunch for her was told that I could go in. In short.I went into the room and was quiet. Until they broke the silence and said, "If there's nothing to say, get out." I said, "Ma'am, you misunderstood." I didn't mean what you thought. I really enjoy serving you. I don't know if you read my email or not. What did they say? You wrote this nonsense? Lying to cover up a previous mistake is a bigger problem. I said, "I didn't lie." I enjoy serving women. They were sure I lied, so they said, "Let's do something. Tomorrow evening, I have tennis. You come there and after my game is over, in front of my tennis friends and everyone else, you take off my shoes and socks and lick my feet to get rid of their sweat and clean them. Just like those slaves in the clips you sent. If you do this, you can go back to work and serve me with a new job description. If you don't, you'll leave and not look back." Silence enveloped me. I didn't know what to say. On the one hand, I wanted to serve them and get my job back. On the other hand, this was the first time I could kiss and lick a woman's feet. And her sweaty feet in front of the rest of her friends. They said, "What, you've shut up??!! Isn't that what you wanted?" I said, "Why, but it's a little difficult in front of the rest of my friends." They said, "Think about it until tomorrow evening. If you want, you can be there at 5. And wait for my sweaty feet until 6.30 when our game ends." They said with a contemptuous smile. If you don't want it, nothing! I'm fine now.

I walked all the way home, which was about 2 hours, and I was thinking about what to do. On the other hand, I wanted to get my job back and serve the woman, on the other hand, I didn't want the rest of them to know about this feeling of mine. I was even sure that I would happily clean her sweaty feet with my tongue. But not in front of all their friends and the people at the gym. In short, I had a hard 24 hours, but I had **** but to accept it. I kept thinking that their cousin, who also came and went to the company, was seeing it and that the whole company would know. At 4 o'clock the next day, I got ready and went to their tennis club very neatly and ironed and I got there 10 minutes before 5.

The lady had arrived earlier than me because her car was there. When I got to the side of the court, I saw the lady coming out of the locker room. They were smiling as if they were happy. I lowered my head and my heart just burned for myself. For a moment, their very beautiful legs came to my mind and I was overwhelmed with joy, and for a moment, my eyes fell on the lady's friends, especially her cousin, and I became sad. Then, about half an hour later, the lady came towards me. I stood up and put my hand on my chest as a sign of respect. The lady extended her hand and I shook her hand, but her frown deepened a little and she held her hand up. I realized that I had to kiss her. I kissed her very calmly and calmly and the lady smiled and patted my head. They said, "Okay?" I said, "What should I say, ma'am?" They said, "Are you ready?" My feet are sweating, too. They'll be soaking wet in an hour. Will you do your duty in front of my friends? I lowered my head and said, "Yes, ma'am." He said, "What, you don't like it?" That **** in the clip was doing this with great enthusiasm. Don't you like it? I said, "Why?" Your feet are very beautiful. And I like them very much, but I'm embarrassed in front of everyone else. Because this is my first time and all. They said, "So how do you know you like them?" I said, "I already had this feeling about women's feet and I liked to serve them, and I really fell in love with your hands and feet when I saw them." He said, "Okay, then. Lovers have to go through hardships, and you have to start somewhere anyway." And the foot went away.