Amber

You make no move to follow the Doctor's instruction, caught in Amber's eyes as she moves her hand up your arm, past your wrist, taking you by the elbow.

"Amber?" The Doctor buzzes the intercom again and Amber stands quickly, pulling you so close you smell the mixture of sweat and perfume on her lioness body.

"He'll be out in a moment. Quick!" She drags your forward, but you can't figure out why - until she gently but firmly presses on your head and guides you under her desk.

You crawl in on your hands and knees as the blonde amazon sits back in her office chair and wheels forward, hiding you completely. Up close, even through her tights you can see the tone on her calves, her thighs... your eyes inch upward, up to the hem of her skirt...

You hear the door to the Doctor's office open and you freeze. "Amber?"

"My apologies Doctor, he isn't here yet." She reaches forward one of her black heeled feet and presses it lightly against you as she lies.

"Very well. If he's a no show, that's it for me today." You wait patiently as you hear the Doctor gather his things, all the while lustily staring at the single muscular leg that strokes against you, feeling yourself get harder as you wait...

"See you tomorrow, Doctor." And with a subtle click the office door shuts. You wait... is he gone?

Above you, Amber leans back in her chair so she can see you underneath her desk, still toying with you with her foot. "You're even cuter from this angle."

You push forward to escape the desk - and are shoved back down by Amber's foot pressing against your chest. "Oof- ha ha, very funny. Let me-" You try again, but now with her leg flexed against you, you can't even move.

You squirm helplessly as her hungry eyes study you, a smile on her face as she gently reprimands you. "Ah ah. I like you down there. Did I say you could leave?"

With one foot pinning you, Amber removes the shoe from her other foot and stretches her toes against the nylon in the air in front of you. "Ooo, that feels so nice after a long day." Your eyes follow in circles as she rotates her ankle, cooing in theatrical relief. Even her feet are powerful...

"You know what would be nice? A massage. Why don't you show what your fingers can do for me, doll?" As she speaks, she robs her foot against your face, your cheeks, your lips... of course you want to make her feel good, so you delicate take her foot in your hands and get to work...

"Oh that's just divine, divine little doll. Keep going." You sit there entranced, massaging her feet, minutes passing, losing track of time as she rotates her ankle, your eyes following... "Dr. Carvigo loves to rehabilitate little no-confidence losers like you, but I, well... I find you're so much more useful this way. Don't you agree? Look at me."

You stare into her eyes and nod at her prompt. "Why build confidence when you could just serve me? But not just anyone can be my pet. You have delicate fingers, very attentive... but if you want to belong to me, I need to test your tongue-work."

She frees her foot from your hand and points it forward toward your mouth, slowly pushing it closer until it rests against your lips.

"Go on... lick."