Pepper Potts

You'd just been hired by Starke Industries. You weren't an engineer or a scientist, you weren't smart enough for that. You'd just accepted the first available offer.

Your job was to be Mrs. Potts' assistant. Rumor had it that her last one didn't last a morning and quit because he couldn't stand the ordeal any longer.

At first you thought it was just a bad joke, but when you picked up your badge at reception you were wished good luck, as you were already her 12th assistant in twelve days.

You began to wonder if this was really a good idea, but you really needed this job. You arrived at her office a little stressed, but it couldn't be that bad.

You knocked on her door, and entered when she told you to.

"Hello Mrs. Potts, I'm your new assistant.

-Yes, and I see you don't have my coffee in your hands.

-Sorry, it's my first day, I didn't know.

-So don't waste any time and bring me one."

You then went to fetch her a coffee, you couldn't believe how she had treated you. She hadn't even said hello, or even looked at you.

You finally came back with her coffee, and went into her office to give it to her when she spoke to you:

"They didn't teach you to knock before entering!

-Sorry, I thought I didn't need to, as you were expecting me.

-Whether I'm expecting you or not, you knock before entering my office!

-Yes, Mrs. Potts, sorry.

-And next time be quicker, it doesn't take that long to get a coffee.

-Yes, Mrs. Potts, I understand."

You couldn't believe how tyrannical she was. You felt like no matter what you did, she'd never be satisfied. She then took her coffee and put her feet up on her desk, looking at you as if she expected something from you.

"What are you waiting for?

-I'm sorry, but what do you want me to do?

-Take off my heels and massage my feet. They won't massage themselves.

-What? I'm not a masseur, it's not my job.

-What is your job then?

-I'm your assistant.

-So who do you obey?

-You do.

-Well, now either you do your job or I fire you!

Then you understood why no one stays for long. She was a temperamental bitch who only cared about herself.

You couldn't risk losing this job, degrading and humiliating as it was, you needed the money. So you approached her, knelt down to be at the right height and took of her heels.

You were pleasantly surprised by the smell; you'd expected it to be unpleasant, but hers smelled quite good. You then began to massage her feet, doing the best you could. It was the first time you'd ever done this, so you were worried you might get it wrong.

You tried to see what she thought about it, but she was just writing on her computer.

All of a sudden, after you've been massaging her feet for 10 minutes. She straightened up and let out a groan of satisfaction.

"Mmm, that feels so good, keep up the good work.

-Glad you like it miss.

-For once, one of my assistants is doing a good job."

You were almost glad she congratulated you, even if it wasn't quite the job you'd hoped for. Your hand was starting to ache a little from rubbing her feet so much, and she noticed that you were starting to lose intensity, so she asked you:

"You can stop the massage, you've done a great job.

-Thanks, I did my best.

-Yes, now clean them, I've got an appointment in 15 minutes, I want them clean.

-But they're not dirty, and I don't have anything to...

-I'm the one who decides if they're clean or not, and to clean them you only have to use your tongue, so you can't use it to talk to me."

You didn't know what to do, you didn't want to lick that bitch's feet, but if you didn't you'd be fired and wouldn't get the money you needed.

You had ****, so you stuck out your tongue and approached her foot gently. You feared what it would taste like, but when you hadn't yet reached her feet, she reached out and wiped it on your tongue.

You put your head back and stuck your tongue in, surprised by the taste. If the smell hadn't bothered you, the taste was horrible. This irritated your boss, who began to raise her voice:

"Listen, if you don't want to work, get out of here, I don't need a loser as an assistant!

-No, sorry, I was just surprised.

-So hurry up, don't be a sissy and lick my feet."

You obeyed and began to lick her feet. It was humiliating, but you needed the money. So you licked her soles for about ten minutes, until she was satisfied, by which time the taste had become almost familiar and hardly bothered you anymore.

Then she looked at you with her superior air and said:

"Well, it wasn't so difficult after all.

-No, miss.

-I almost had the impression that you'd acquired a taste for it in the end. Now get under my desk, I need a footrest for my date".

You didn't ask yourself another question and obeyed. You went under her desk and she put her feet on your back. Her appointment seemed to last forever, and when it ended after 2 hours you could hardly stay on all fours.

But just when you thought you were finally free, she kept her feet on your back, and you realized she didn't want you to move. The end of the day was approaching, and you'd spent 5 hours on all fours under her desk with her feet on your back. You hadn't even been allowed to drink, which left you with the taste of her feet in your mouth all afternoon.

When she finally let you out, she told you what she wanted you to do to keep working for her:

"I must admit I'm rather pleased with your work today and I'm willing to let you continue to work for me.

-Thank you, it would be a great honor. (You didn't mean a word of it, you didn't have a choice).

-Fine, but if you want to continue you have to wear this."

She then presented you with a chastity cage. There was no way you were wearing this, and it was far too small for your dick.

"I refuse to wear this, I don't see the point.

-I know men, tonight you'll probably jerk off thinking about my feet that you loved to lick. Either way, it's that or you're fired."

You couldn't believe it, did she seriously think you'd enjoyed licking her feet? But you were stuck. If you wanted to keep your job, you had to accept.

"Fine, but I don't want to have to wear these on the weekends.

-All right, I'll take it off every weekend."

She said this just to reassure you, she wasn't planning on taking it off any time soon. So you pulled down your pants and she put the cage on you.

"Perfect! It's exactly your size, maybe even a little too big, even though it's one of the smallest models. Now you can go home, I'm counting on you. Just so you don't forget to do a good job, I'll keep your key around my ankle, so you'll always know who you're working for."

You spent the rest of the week massaging and licking her feet and acting as a footrest. When you begged her to release your cock at the end of the week, she refused, claiming you hadn't done a good enough job.

You spent the following weeks redoubling your efforts to convince her, licking her feet almost lovingly to prove your devotion. Always with the key that gave her so much power over you right in front of her eyes.

She never gave in when you begged, even when you demanded the wages she'd never paid you. She had tricked you, she had never officially hired you.

So you had to lick her feet for free every day, she'd made you her foot ****.