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I have a foot fetish. I write erotica. The two often combine but not always. I hope my stories excite you when reading as much as they excite me when writing and dreaming up new ideas.
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Lily Phillips: Businesswoman cum dominatrix - part 2

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Lily Phillips: Businesswoman cum dominatrix - part 1


“Okay, Rachel, send him in,” I told my secretary. “And make yourself scarce for the next 30 minutes. I’ll take any calls.”
She nodded and motioned for this junior employee, this young man who’d almost cost my company thousands by being careless, into my office. Now it was time for him to pay for his mistake.
There was no time for pleasantries. "You know you messed up big-time, right?"
He nodded, meekly. I wonder what he was expecting. I suspected he had no idea that the way I keep this ship so tight is by controlling and dominating my employees – particularly those with a penis.
"You must be punished. Do you understand?" I snapped.
Just a nod, again.
I flicked a switch to close the blinds. A whirring noise was followed by a click as they reached their final position. I looked him up and down. Mid-20s, I reckoned, short blond hair, average build, average height. Blue eyes, big nose.
"I run a tight ship here. I don't like mess-ups. I haven't time for nonsense."
"Understood," he mumbled. "Look, I apologise for..."
"Shut up. I know, I've heard it all before. This is simple: do as I say, follow my rules, and then fuck off."
That shocked him. His eyes widened as I beckoned him to come towards me and I smiled – ever so slightly – before telling him what to do next. "On your knees, boy. You can be my footrest for a bit."
Down he went, obediently getting onto all fours and shuffling into position under my desk. I scraped the heel of my black leather boots across his back before settling with my calves resting on the small of his back.
I made a few non-urgent phone calls and typed out some emails, occasionally shuffling my feet, crossing, and uncrossing my legs.
“Right,” I announced. “You see this heel?” I waved it in his face and motioned with a hand to for him to swivel round.
More nodding. I love these boots. Super comfortable, with a four-inch heel that make me tower over most men and feel powerful. I gently moved it towards his face and whispered, “Suck it. Slowly. Make it nice and clean.”
Understandably, he was hesitant as he sucked. It felt good to have this young man doing my bidding and performing whatever task I liked. It always felt good to have a man at my feet...

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