Humiliated, Serving The Boss

I was very lucky to secure the job in the small local office. I figured that it would only last as long as the mature age employment subsidy, but it gave me a chance to prove myself. The Office Manager, or Boss as she liked to be called, was Ms Eleanor Mills and I must say she was very attractive and very smart. As the junior, or "boy" as she called me, she immediately put me in my place. I was the hired help, the Girl Friday as she called my position, and that my casual, part time arrangement would last only as long as I was helpful.

The clerical duties were simple, somewhat repetitive as you'd expect, but well thought out and documented so I picked things up quickly. I hoped I was doing a good job, the Boss never said anything, but she'd only had to correct my work a few times and she'd increased my hours. As I sat directly outside her office, with my back to her door, it was easy for her to observe my work. It also meant I felt a bit like her secretary and some of my duties included running errands for her and making semi-personal calls, you know, like picking up her dry cleaning and booking appointments at the hairdressers and nail saloons. I did say she was attractive, didn't I? She was actually drop dead gorgeous. I felt like swooning each time I saw her.

In her office she had a deep pink rug under her desk and I'd noticed she liked to slip off her shoes and rub her feet through the softness of the rug. She'd noticed me looking at her feet. I was intrigued by her anklet, it looked expensive. Of course I was always quick to avert my eyes, I didn't want this wonderful woman to think I was a pervert or anything.

One day, and it was a Friday, the Boss called me into her office. It was getting late and everyone else had gone home and I was expecting her to dismiss me, or worse. Surely not? I'd been at the office less than a month. So I was a bit more nervous than usual. "How can I help you, Boss?" I boldly said in my most cheery voice, trying my best to be encouraging and keen.

"Girl Friday task number 20" Eleanor announced and I knew this was other duties as required. "I need you to book me in for a pedicure and foot massage."

"Yes Boss" and I scurried away back to my desk and started to make the call. It wasn't good. Her favourite salon had already closed and the other two in the area were fully booked with nothing free till next week. Oh dear.

Hesitantly I knocked at the door that said Eleanor Mills, Office Manager. There was a pause while I was kept waiting and then her voice telling me to enter. I gave her the bad news. She was not happy. "Is there anything I can do" I asked. "Not unless you can do a pedicure" she snapped.

Momentarily I went blank, but then I had an idea. "Please..." I started hesitatingly but soon got my confidence. "I can." Eleanor looked at me questioningly. "I can go to the chemist next door" I couldn't help but smile as I realised I could easily get everything I needed. Eleanor smiled too "A cleaver Girl Friday." I blushed and muttered I'd be quick. "You better be" she laughed. I foolishly stood there, not knowing how to ask the most important question. "Well go then" she said, her patience clearly having limits. "Excuse me, Boss, but what colour would you like?" "Surprise me."

A challenge. I knew I had to be quick so I couldn't spend too much time. I decided to go with a colour I would like: butter LONDON Pillar Box Red nail polish. I hope the Boss likes it too. That part over I pick out the other items needed for a pedicure. A sales assistant approaches me and I accept her help, probably getting up sold in the process, but it makes things quicker and I'm less likely to miss something out. I probably get a few thing too many as I soon need a basket. Initially I thought the foot bath was unnecessary, but then I realised I would need something to wash the Boss' feet in. From there I realised I would need a towel and foot scrub solution of some sort. The assistant told me I would need polish remover and then a base coat and a top coat. She looked at the polish I had picked out and asked me about it. I said I liked the colour and she just said "Oh". After that she had me add nail clippers, nail files, foot file and a variety of lotions. I was getting worried about the time and the cost so I just agreed to everything she suggested, hoping that I would know how to use them.

The Boss was on the phone when I got back and so I busied myself getting some warm water and reading about the labels. Eleanor was obviously enjoying her call, it seemed to be about someone's sex life. "Lovely talking to you, Kaye, I'll send him home as soon as he's finished. We must talk again soon, ... over coffee... lunch... sounds good. Bye." A shiver ran up my spine. Surely Eleanor wasn't talking to my wife?

"Ready, Boss?" I tentatively asked. "I need to remove your existing polish first please." She looked at me and indicated for me to get under her desk. It was a bit awkward, but it meant she could keep on working. She'd kicked off her shoes and her bare feet were there before me, closer than I'd expected due to me cramped position. There was a fragrant, almost heady aroma and I breathed deeply to savour it and also to calm myself.

Cotton-balls and polish remover worked a treat. Next was the foot bath. As I crawled back with it Eleanor told me to stop, stay there. All I could see was her feet and the bottom of her grey leggings. I must of gasped when I saw the leggings come down and off. "Takeoff my anklet and be careful with it." "Yes Boss" and my trembling fingers found the catch. "Pass it to me, boy." I looked up and could see her hand as well as her bare knees. As she reached down her knees parted slightly and her thighs became visible and I tried to sneak a look up her skirt, but it was too dark. I felt guilty for trying to invade her privacy and was determined to make up for it by giving her the best pedicure I could.

Gently I placed Eleanor's lovely feet, now free of polish, into the foot bath and I added the foot scrub and scent and started to rub her feet. I spent a good amount of time massaging her feet and didn't stop until she told me that was enough.

After drying her feet I carefully trimmed and filed her toenails and used the foot-file on a few rough spots. Next I applied a base coat and then crawled out. Would the Boss be pleased with my choice of polish colour? Best ask before I apply it.

"Excuse me, please Boss" "What is it?" I held out the colour I had selected. "Is this okay, I... I wasn't sure." "It'll do fine, it was close to what I had on, how very observant of you." It was almost as if Eleanor giggled and I blushed and took the polish back and crawled back under her desk. The time had been well spent as the base coat was now dry.

Once I had the gorgeous red polish on her toes and blew on the gently to help dry them. My lips were very close and I was tempted to kiss her feet, but was worried I would smudge the polish. That would never do.

I applied a second coat and again blew gently on Eleanor's lovely toes. The cotton wool I'd placed around her toes kept them spread and I found it quiet erotic to look at her toes, spread before in their seductive red polish.

Eventually it was time for the top coat and then removing the cotton wool after a final blow job on Eleanor's ever so cute tootsies. I was feeling quiet dizzy and confused and very excited as I massaged lotion into my Boss' feet as I finished her pedicure. I didn't stop until she told me.

As I went to crawl out she told me to stay where I was. I watched as she put her leggings back on and then her anklet. Finally she slipped on her heels and told me come out.

I stood there before her as she looked at me, her eyes penetrating. I looked down at her feet. All I could think was did I do okay? Please say something...

"Eh, please..."

"What is it? Forgot something?" I was suddenly frightened.

"Thank you for letting me give you a pedicure, Boss."

Eleanor smiled and said "You're welcome." After a pause she added, somewhat seductively  "Anything else?"

"Please Boss, may I kiss your feet?"

I blushed and feared I had said the wrong thing, but she gave a sly smile. "Okay."

I felt I had died and gone to heaven.

Kneeling, I bent and delicately kissed each foot, being careful to kiss, not slobber. After doing this, and still on my knees I looked up at Eleanor. She was looking down at me "You may go now."

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Foot Worship

i enter Your Domain, i sign my slave contract and i am ordered to strip, i do so, shaking as i remove the last of my garments.
i hear You laugh as You witness how small my penis is, i am ordered to my knees!
i obey without question and place my head on the floor, i hear Your heels clicking on the hard concrete floor as You walk to Your throne.
"Remove My right shoe" is Your command. i do as i am told, fearing punishment, i immediately smell the beautiful aroma of Your delicate feet as i remove the left shoe!
You stand up, walk around behind me and use Your unshod left foot to kick me hard in the balls. i scream with pain and enquire what i did wrong. "I ordered you to remove My right shoe and you remove My left, you idiot, you will pay further for that later, now do as you were told and remove the correct shoe before I really lose My temper with you!"
i do as i am told, my balls throbbing and stomach aching from where i was kicked, i can't believe how stupid i was to have made such a silly mistake!
The shoe is removed and again the beautiful aroma hits my nostrils and i get a stirring down below which hopefully cannot be seen by my Goddess! i await my next instruction when You pull me by my hair into an upright position and You see that i have become aroused!
"you will pay for that, too later!" You say and push my head back to the floor.
"Begin worshipping My right foot"
i do as commanded, kissing each toe, then each part of the upper foot, down the instep, kissing the heel, and finally the outside of the foot.
"Stop!" You cry "Let's take a look at you now!" i stay down, fearing if Mistress sees my full erection i will be for it! "Up you piece of shit!" you command, "Insolence in addition to stupidity, your punishment list is getting longer!" i lift my body and Mistress sees my full erection! "you clearly have no self-control, do you, even when I have you doing the most humiliating of tasks. you disgust Me, you should be ashamed!"
"Now carry on with what you were doing, and if the erection is still there when you are done then I WILL DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT"
i resume worship, this time Mistress lifts her foot from the floor and i begin sucking each toe as if it was a small penis, thank goodness Mistress doesn't know about my secret desires to suck real cocks i think as i am performing this task!!!
i then use my tongue to clean the sole of her right foot as it has got dirty from walking around barefoot.
"Stop!", You say, "now worship the left one!"
i begin, and repeat the process i performed on the right, kissing each toe individually, kissing the entire upper part of the foot up to the ankle, then kiss the incredibly shaped instep and around to the heel, before finishing off the top of the foot by kissing along the outside edge!
"Now suck!" i am ordered and again i suck each toe individually and clean in between the toes with my tongue before finishing by cleaning the left sole with my tongue
"Stop!" You say, "time for an inspection, if you are still erect I will kick You between the legs until the erection is gone, now stand up!"
i stand as commanded and my small erection is still there.
"I warned you, spread your legs wide and put your hands on your head!" i do as i am told
"this could have been avoided if you showed some self-control, be thankful I am showing you some mercy by not putting my shoes on, if it ever happens again that is exactly what will happen, for every cry of pain, you will receive one stroke of the cane after I am done with your erection, is that clear?"
"yes Ma'am", i say
You move behind me, i have no idea what is happening and expect to be kicked, but instead You place a hood over my head. Suddenly i feel a pain in my groin as the first kick is delivered, i didn't expect it and i cry out and collapse to my knees
"That's one stroke for the cry, and two strokes for not maintaining the position" but You didn't say that i protest!
"OK, then I'll double it, I now owe you six strokes of the cane! Now get up and get back in position for an inspection!"
i stand, spread my legs and put my hand on my head, surely my erection has now gone
"Oh dear", You say, "still erect, I shall carry on!"
The next kick catches me on the penis but misses the balls, and i feel a sting and my penis projecting upwards, i stifle a cry but maintain the position
"Seven strokes owed", You say "and I think we shall try a little rapid fire!"
"what do You mean?", i say
"Did I say you could speak? that's now nine strokes owed! you are not learning are you?"
The next kick comes hard in the balls, followed by three more in a row, again i scream out as the pain hits and collapse to the floor writhing in agony
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, unable to maintain the position for the 2nd time is triple the punishment for a repeat offence, so that's now fifteen strokes owed, plus one for the scream, actually it was a loud scream so we'll round the total up to 20, now get up and time for another inspection"
i rise to my feet with a searing pain deep in my stomach and feeling my balls swollen, now sure that the erection was gone as i was unable to feel it, i resume the position with my legs spread
"Better but not there yet I'm afraid! this is not good, not good at all, you have bruised My foot now so I cannot kick you anymore, you will pay for that I can assure you!"
"i am sorry Ma'am" i say
"you will be, for bruising My foot I will double the punishment and sentence you to 40 strokes of the cane, to be delivered without mercy! Now get back to your cell and await your fate!"

Rough Treatment of My Useless Foot slave

Bound at the wrists with a silk scarf, the restraint is tight and soft. I order him to shine up My pointed stiletto heels. It look far too easy for him, and this is no fun. I must push his limits. See how far he will go for Me.
I grab roughly at the scarf around his wrists, and add to this some fluffy metal lockable handcuffs. I squeeze them tight around his already crossed wrists, making it impossible to move. his balance will be difficult to find with his wrists so tightly bound behind his back.
he tries to struggle, so I make My way around the back of him, to his upraised buttocks. They are almost begging to be beaten. I take the cane, and order him to count the strikes with Me.
"1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!"
The last "thwack!" comes down hard, leaving him with several red stripes across both buttocks.
I watch him struggle as he tries to clean My shoes. I laugh at him. he is so stupid. Unable to keep his balance, he wobbles and shakes with the tension of trying.
I take another scarf and wrap it around his face. he will be able to see and hear a little through the sheer material, but not much. he must concentrate hard to hear My instruction.
At the first mumble of a "Pardon, Mistress?" I bend over and take the back of the scarf.
"I said, lick harder. Lick more. Do not hesitate. Do not stop." and I pull up n the scarf and drop. Using him as a shoe shining puppet. My silly, brainless, dickless, shoe shining puppet. I tug him left, and then right, pull up, and back. I hear him moan as his unbalanced form struggles against the movement. I smile as I watch him. My new toy.

Task For Foot Worship slaves

I have just had My feet pampered and painted by my sissy slave mel. Here are some photos.
foot worship subs, slaves and sissies, here is your task.
Spend some time looking at the images of My feet. Imagine you are with Me now, knelt at My feet. I am forcing you to worship them. Write to Me at Blog@Mistress-Eleanor.com to tell Me how you worship My feet. I will add the best worship stories to My blog.

Birthday Shoes

New shoes, size 3, peep toe snake skin leather with a 6 inch heel. Perfect for kicking, trampling, & heel worship.
Kneel down at My heels and beg Me to punish you. Or be My pet, sitting by My heels waiting to be reassured that you are perfectly obedient and My property.
I will push the shiny slippy heel into your mouth, and deep in your throat, fucking your mouth and forcing you to suck like a little slut.
Bow you head low to My feet. Kiss My little toes. Feel the roughness of the snakeskin on your tongue. Lick the soles of My shoes, and slide your tongue all the way up the heel in total submission and Worship.
Shoe Fetishists: Photos sold to order by request. Send Me a tribute for this. Send Me the shoes or boots that will be sure to have you on your knees.
Email requests to: Mistress@Mistress-Eleanor.com

Forced Foot Worship

The contract is signed. he is Mine. I make him undress and fold his clothes neatly. he kneels naked in front of Me, his little maggot cock starting to grow. This will not do. I put on a hood so he won’t get distracted from his training. I bind his wrists together, and force his head down to the floor. I take a firm grip of My triple leather stinger, and spank him firmly across the buttocks. I can see his full testicles quiver, and I know that his penis is not as it should be.
I drag his body upright, and stand before him. Taking a black rope, I begin to tie his cock and balls. I take the rope over his shoulders to tie his wrists & arms, then his ankles, before finally, tying his still semi erect penis and throbbing balls with the last of the rope. “Head down!” With every inch of movement, the rope tightens. With his head on the floor, I kick apart his feet. “Wider!” I slap his balls with My spanker, even a light slap on his stretched skin makes him wince. Another two harder blows, he cries out this time. I spank his bottom for this.
I sit on My throne in front of him. Pathetic. More training required for this sub. “Now, kiss My feet.” I watch his struggle to get upright enough to reach My feet. I tell him to “Suck My toes.” and force his head down onto them, My toes in his mouth. Struggling to balance in this position, he whimpers as he obeys My orders. I kick his face to shut him up, and rest My feet on his back and watch him trying to impress Me. he doesn’t. he is such a stupid, pathetic little shit. I already know he will need more training, more discipline, more punishment.

Worship My Pretty Little Feet

As he kneels before Me, I lift up My foot, and have him remove My shoe to reveal My pretty feet and painted toe nails. “Now, kiss them. They are to be worshipped fully and totally. Pay My feet your full attention. Do not look up.”
Kisses cover every toe, and he works his way all around the top of My foot as it rests on his knees. Straining to bend, as he kisses it all over. I am seated and give him orders to remove the other shoe. I rest one foot on his shoulder as he leans in to kiss the toes of My other foot.
I order him to “Stop.” And he lowers his head submissively. I get up and walk around him to take a seat upon his bare back. From there I put My feet underneath him. “Kiss them!”
With My full weight on him, it takes effort to work his kisses all over My feet. I grab his wrists and pull his arms behind his back. I adjust My position to sit on his hands, challenging his ability to keep balance. I am pleased that the worship does not cease or slow, and I receive no complaint. It is a test that he passes as his knees withstand the pressure of My weight pushing down onto the concrete floor.