As a secretary in a bustling firm, I’m expected to maintain a prim and proper business appearance at all times, per my boss’s, a partner, strict instructions. He’s notorious for his meticulousness, even critiquing minor details like wonky stocking seams. Yet, when the office clears, he adopts a submissive demeanor, offering to straighten them himself.
During office hours, I play the part of the meek assistant, enduring his tirades and theatrical displays in front of our colleagues. But once the last person leaves, the dynamic shifts. I saunter into his office, commanding him to lie down. I remove my heels, placing my feet on his face, ordering him to inhale their scent. Our encounters aren’t always sexual; it’s more about asserting my dominance, humbling him from his lofty position.
