Meeting the boss.

I make it to the fifth floor and make my way to the directed office. As I make my way I continue to notice the bizarre choice of foot wear my fellow employees are wearing. Seeing this around the office already felt odd enough on its own. To hear that this is actually part of the actual dress code though boggles my mind even more. Before long I make it to Mrs. Fitzgerald's office in no time. "Enter" A feminine voice calls out from behind the luxurious doors. She's expecting me. "I open the door to be greeted by Riley Fitzgerald, dressed in a proper red business blazer and dress skirt while her bare feet are propped on her desk. "You must be Ms. Lexington. Please come in, Come in darling." She calls in a welcoming tone.

"Thank you so much Mrs. Fitzgerald. I must thank you again for this position." I say as I take a seat in the deep black leather chair before her desk with a matching ottoman in front of it. "I feel though I must ask about the strange dress code this company has." I begin before being cut off by her. "Of course darling. First things first though prop up those feet of yours so I mat get a good look at them." She commands as if she weren't asking much. Without even thinking of it I rest my feet on the ottoman, as if to display them for her. "I-I think there may be some mistake. I am supposed to be in accounting." I try to protest as she kneels before my feet, looking at them lovingly. "Oh there is no mistake Ms. Lexington." She begins as she begins to feel my feet up. "You see at Foot by the Foot, we have managed to secure our ever so extensive fanbase by ensuring there is no shortage of beautiful women's feet to admire at our own pleasure. To make sure everyone is compliant I made that sign which everyone is required to look at before entering the building. It calms the men, excites the women, and keeps any lawyer types off the company's radar." As she explains her intricate business strategy she continues to massage my feet gently. I should be protesting everything here, her informal grasps, her brainwashing scheme, her harassment of my feet. Yet strangely I hang on her every word, lost in form of bliss I never knew existed.

Before long she bites down on my big toe. "AHHHHHHH" I moan shocked by the sudden rush of ecstasy. As her teeth press against my toes, my body is awash in so much pleasure I swear I could have almost came from the sensation alone. "Hmhmhmh kind of a light weight, when it comes to pleasure aren't you?" Shes asks me as I try to regain some form coherency. "You have such a beautiful pair of feet Brenda. So I expect you to follow our rules. NO Pantyhose, or other typer of leggings. You may wear normal socks, but only if the reach up to your knee or thighs. and open toed shoes only. You have to share your beauty with the rest of us so we can give our clients feet so sexy, the will blow their loads from the look alone. Do I make myself clear?" She asks after explaining the dress code to me. "YES ABSOLUTLY MA'AM I WILL ALLOW THE COMPANY MY FEET." I shout off mindlessly, still overwhelmed by my sudden pleasure. "Good. You may take the rest of the day off to manage your wardrobe. I'm sure a woman of your stature will need it. Fear not though I will make sure you get paid for the full day." she explains to me. "You may go now." She says as I see myself out of her office.

Once the doors shut behind me, I jump back to reality. Never in my life did I imagine such a mind control scheme to be real. I begin to contemplate telling the authorities about this. That is till I look at the damp ring around the toe she bit. As my daze locks on to the subtle bite mark on my leggings, my mind is awash with memories of that incredible pleasure her bite on my toe left. It was then I realized I had no time to bother the cops with whatever it was I was thinking of. Mrs. Fitzgerald was right. If we are to give our reader what they truly desire then my coworkers need to see me in a proper attire. I could use some new clothes to help with this, as well as someone to help me pick them all out.