The minute I spotted them under her desk my fetish kicked in. They were sexy red high heels and their allure to a fetishist like me could not be denied. I had walked into her office just after hours to drop off a file she needed. Susan Russo kept the heels in the office to wear but stored them under the desk when she left for the day. They were only worn in...
Author's note: This story takes place on the same day as my two other stories, "Getting Ahead" and "Something Afoot." It tells "Something Afoot in Washington" from an alternative perspective. ***** Chip had to make the best impression possible. He just had to. This was his first week interning in the office of Congresswoman McIntire, (District 1-CT). Firs...
I push open the door of your office, standing in the entryway, hands on my hips. "Thought you were gonna take me to lunch," I comment testily. You glance up at me, noting that I'm in mega-bitch mode and you'd best tread carefully. "Sorry. Things got crazy here. Armstrong left a huge load of work for me this morning," you say, waving your hand at the stacks...
The Power of Feet Chapter 1 Author's Note: I am listing this under fetish, but it has elements of mind control, if that is not your thing feel free to skip. I always welcome constructive criticism. Also, if you have ideas on where you would like the story to go, feel free to contact me. All persons are over 18 and events are fictional. It was a beautiful s...
Linda Lombardi breezes into the office, her steely look not easy to read and, as normal, leaves a trail of busy-ness and nervous energy in the team around her. She removes her coat leaving it, as always, on her PAs desk without any words but for her to hang up properly on the hanger in the wardrobe by her office door. I love watching her; she is so elegant...
I had worked with Lara for close to two years. We had joined our office at the same time. She was the sort of person that was easy to get on with. She was a couple of years older than me, with a good sense of humour, easy going and good fun on nights out. She was the perfect sounding board for my dating life and always had good stories and advice to give. An...
Leona Morimoto held her leather boot out to her slave as she sat on the desk. "On your knees, NOW!" She exclaimed. Her slave followed her orders as he dropped to his knees. He then began shining her red boot with his tongue as she watched in delight. "That's it slave, know your place." He licked the boot clean and then moved on to the other, leaving not even...
The wind howled against the windows of the office. Each gust blew waves of powdery snow, thick enough to obscure buildings just across the street. In the street below, a few souls brave enough to endure the weather scuttled hastily in and out of the coffee shop that faced our office building. Most shops had closed. The forecast predicted that the blizzard co...
My name is Steven, I'm 24, and I am a narcissist. Not in the psychological disorder way, but in the "I really want to fuck myself" way. I absolutely worship myself because I know I'm incredibly sexy. When I'm alone (which is most of the time) I like to jerk off in front of the mirror, admiring my gorgeous body and cock. I even take pictures and videos of mys...
My hands gripped the steering wheel as my car sped past the signs on the side of the highway. The miles were blurring together, landmarks were just background noise and despite being totally focused on the road, I was completely distracted by the thoughts going on inside my head. Hundreds of miles in my rear view with hundreds left to go and only my throbbin...