The office

The fluorescent lights of the office flickered as you stepped into the empty space, the air thick with an unusual tension. It was after hours, and while most employees had gone home, you had been summoned back by Amy for what she called a “special session.” Your heart raced with both dread and anticipation, the thrill of humiliation lingering just beneath the surface.

You entered the conference room, where a long table dominated the space. The polished surface gleamed under the harsh lights, and you noticed three chairs positioned at the end of the table. Amy stood at the front, dressed in a tight pencil skirt and a crisp blouse that hugged her curves. Her black stilettos clicked against the floor as she paced, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Welcome, Tom,” she said, her tone playful yet commanding. “Tonight, we’re going to explore some new ways to emphasize your… submission.”

As you stood there, trying to gauge the situation, the door swung open, and Eleanor and Emily entered. Both women exuded confidence, their outfits deliberately chosen to enhance their allure. Eleanor wore a fitted blazer that accentuated her height, paired with thigh-high black boots that made her legs look even longer. Emily sported a sleek dress that hugged her curves perfectly, with strappy heels that made her walk even more commanding.

“Looks like we’re all set for a little fun,” Emily said, smirking as she glanced you over. “Ready for some real consequences if you mess up again?”

You swallowed hard, nerves fluttering in your stomach. The previous humiliations lingered in your mind, and the prospect of facing these powerful women again filled you with a mix of excitement and dread.

“Tonight’s theme is all about focus and obedience,” Amy declared, her tone turning serious. “We’re going to test how well you can follow orders. Every mistake will come with a consequence.”

You nodded slowly, the weight of her words settling in. “What do you have in mind?”

Eleanor stepped closer, leaning against the table. “We’ve prepared a series of challenges for you, and they’ll become progressively more humiliating if you fail to meet our expectations.”

Amy clapped her hands together, clearly excited. “Let’s start with something simple. I want you to organize the office supplies in alphabetical order on this table. But there’s a twist: you’ll be blindfolded.”

“What? How does that even—” you began, but Amy cut you off.

“No questions. Just do it.”

Reluctantly, you accepted the blindfold as she tied it snugly around your eyes. With a mix of apprehension and anticipation, you felt your way toward the supplies.

As you fumbled around, trying to grab the items, you could hear the three women giggling softly. You tried to concentrate, but without your sight, the task quickly became overwhelming.

“Come on, Tom! It’s not that hard!” Eleanor teased. “You can do better than this!”

Your hands shook slightly as you grabbed a stapler, a pack of pens, and a roll of tape, but as you reached for another item, you knocked something off the table. It hit the floor with a loud crash.

“Oops! That’s one mistake,” Amy chimed in, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Eleanor, care to deliver the first consequence?”

Eleanor stepped forward, a wicked grin on her face. “I think you need a little reminder of your place.” She reached down and picked up one of her thigh-high boots, holding it out for you. “Kiss my boot, and maybe you’ll be forgiven.”

You hesitated, the humiliation crashing over you like a wave, but you knew better than to defy them. Slowly, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against the smooth leather of her boot. The scent of her foot lingered, and you felt a strange mix of shame and exhilaration coursing through you.

“Good boy,” she praised, clearly enjoying your submission. “Now, get back to it.”

You returned to the task, still blindfolded, but the pressure was mounting. You struggled to maintain focus as you shuffled through the supplies. The giggles of the women echoed in your ears, heightening your embarrassment.

With each additional item you mishandled, the stakes grew higher. You tripped again, sending a stack of paper flying across the floor, and the sounds of laughter only intensified.

“That’s another mistake, Tom! What a clumsy little thing you are,” Emily taunted, her voice oozing with satisfaction. “Eager to be humiliated more?”

“Please, no more,” you mumbled, the sock gag still echoing in your mind, but your plea fell on deaf ears.

“Eleanor, it’s your turn again,” Amy said, a glimmer of excitement in her voice.

Eleanor stepped closer, her boot hovering just inches from your face. “You know the drill. This time, kiss both boots—one for each mistake.”

With a heavy heart, you complied, kissing the first boot before moving to the second, feeling the heat of humiliation radiate through your body.

“Now, let’s see if you can redeem yourself,” Amy said, lifting the blindfold from your eyes. “You’ve got one more chance. Finish organizing these supplies without any more mistakes, or else we’ll add a little spice to your consequences.”

You focused intently, determined to get it right this time. As you meticulously placed the items, you felt their eyes on you, judging and relishing every moment of your struggle. Finally, as you placed the last item down, a wave of relief washed over you.

“I did it!” you declared, hopeful for praise.

“Not quite,” Amy said, smirking. “You missed one crucial detail: the way you presented yourself while doing it.”

“Excuse me?” you replied, bewildered.

With a grin, she revealed a pair of women’s heels—sparkly and towering. “We’re going to put these on you. It’ll help you feel more in touch with your feminine side while you work.”

“No way! I can’t—” you protested, but Amy was already strapping them onto your feet.

“Too late,” she chuckled. “Now you can try walking around the office like a lady while we enjoy the show.”

You stumbled, trying to regain your balance, but the heels were much too high. The laughter echoed through the room as you took awkward, tentative steps, feeling utterly ridiculous.

“Looks like someone is struggling,” Eleanor teased. “Maybe a little encouragement will help.”

With that, the three women surrounded you, each taking turns pushing you off balance or teasing you as you tried to navigate the room in the high heels. You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you struggled to maintain your composure.

“Every time you trip or fall, you have to kiss our feet,” Emily declared, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

As if on cue, you stumbled again, falling forward and landing at Emily’s feet. The humiliation of the moment washed over you, and you pressed your lips against her foot, kissing the soft fabric of her sneaker.

“Good boy,” she said with a satisfied smile. “Now get up and keep moving. We’re not done yet.”

With every step, you felt the laughter and taunting grow louder, and you knew you had entered a world of submission that was becoming harder to escape. The desire for humiliation twisted inside you, feeding into your submission as you moved awkwardly around the office.

Eventually, the three women decided to have some fun with you. They instructed you to get on all fours and crawl across the floor while they watched and laughed.

“This is so cute,” Amy remarked, her tone dripping with condescension. “Look at our little office pet!”

“Maybe we should get you a collar,” Eleanor suggested, her grin wide.

With a mixture of shame and exhilaration, you complied, crawling and submitting to their whims as they commanded you. The power dynamic shifted, and you found yourself falling deeper into their control.

After what felt like hours of crawling and kissing their feet, Amy finally spoke up. “I think we’ve had enough fun for tonight. But remember, Tom, this is just the beginning.”

As you lay there, humiliated but strangely exhilarated, you realized this new chapter of your life was only just beginning. The boundaries of humiliation had expanded, and you were left craving more.