get back to work

It's a miracle you manage to get any work done at all for the rest of the morning.

All you can think about is going back into Mr. Brown's office and prostrating yourself before him.

At around 12:30, a new e-mail pings up on your screen from Vanessa.

Oh fuck, I forgot about her.

It reads:

"Where are you bitch? Don't think you can back out of our deal. Not unless you want everyone in the office to know what a submissive little slut you are. Every guy here will be expecting your 'services'.

Come and see me, NOW!"

Great...

Abandoning a half eaten sandwich, you make your way towards reception. Even now, the buttplug rubs your insides pleasantly as you walk and your thoughts drift back to Mr. Brown.

Vanessa is sat nonchalantly at her desk when you arrive, no-one else is around at the moment.

"Oh look, my little play thing is here. Don't be late again you whore".

Her words are laced with venom.

She's right though, I am a whore...for Mr. Brown.

"Right, since I have been on my feet all morning delivering reports, your task today is to massage my feet while I sit here and rest".

"In front of everyone?"

"No, you stupid slut, you're going to crawl under my desk where you won't be seen. I even put down a rug for you because I'm so nice".

She pulls her chair back and points to the small space beneath her desk, it is completely enclosed on all sides except where she will be sat. You know that no-one will be able to see you in there.

"Ok Vanessa".

Glancing around to make sure you are still alone, you crawl under her desk and she sits down, pulling her chair close to the desk and practically squashing you into the small space.

With her blocking your view, it's surprisingly dark under the desk. All you can make out are her legs and feet.

"Get on with it" she hisses.

"You don't have all day".

Resigned to your fate, you reach forward and undo the buckles on her shoes, slipping them off her feet.

Starting with her left foot, you slide your palm under her foot and support her heel with one hand whilst starting to gently massage the sole with the other. You slowly rub your thumbs up and down, pressing harder towards the ball of her foot.

Next you apply direct pressure to the arch of her foot, rotating your thumb in circles. Then you take each individual toe in between your fingers, squeezing them lightly.

"Ummm, that's nice sissy".

Ughh, this is so degrading.

You keep this up for a while, hearing muffled voices from somewhere above you as Vanessa talks to clients. The shame you feel burns even hotter.

Swapping to her other foot, you try and mentally zone out and think of something more pleasant. Of course, you immediately start to think about Mr. Brown.

I can't believe how nice his cock tasted.

He came so hard... I made him cum.

How am I ever going to swallow it all?

How am I going to fit that beast in my ass?

You have no idea how much time has passed when Vanessa pulls her foot from your hands and pushes her chair back.

"Good news sissy, you're done for the day".

Finally.

"Mr. Brown came by earlier looking for you. He left a message for you to meet him behind the office on the playing field. I'm sure you're eager to get back to him".

Pulling yourself out from under the desk, you stretch out and crack your back.

Man. It's good to be out from under there.

Intrigued by what Mr. Brown has planned next. You head out the front door and cut through the car park to the back of the building.