Illustration by Dirk Hooper
My mind was racing as I went back to my office. I had a little over an hour to worry about why Ava had asked me to come to her office. After getting caught staring at her, I didn’t imagine it was good news.
I had been with the company nearly as long as she had. She hired me and I’ve worked in her division ever since. When I wasn’t distracted by her I did my job well and we had developed a cordial work friendship. Obviously, I wanted much more, but there was no chance of that. I had to be content with looking at her when I got the chance, and feverish masturbation every evening.
I ate a cold ham sandwich and surfed the Internet on my lunch break. I tried to get that meeting out of my mind and worried endlessly about what Ava was going to say to me. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she had a project for me or something. I was sure that was all.
Ava was beautiful, and I always thought she was, but she had gone through an ugly divorce and it clearly hurt her for a while. She let her appearance go, gained some weight and wore clothes like armor. It was during this time I reached out to her and we even went to lunch together a few times. I almost had the nerve to ask her out, but I figured that it was a bad idea because she was my boss. There was just too much to lose if it went wrong, and why would she want to date an overweight underling anyway?
She shared a lot with me over that time. I’m a good listener. Soon, she was complaining to me about her ex-husband.
Then over the course of one year, she began to make some changes. It started with eye surgery to get rid of her glasses. She grew her hair out again. Ava hired a personal trainer. It wasn’t long before she was running in marathons. As she lost weight she updated her wardrobe. Her skirts got shorter and she bought those expensive stiletto heels. In a year she had refined her look in every way. She wasn’t just beautiful to me, she was beautiful to everyone.
We talked less and less as her lunches were filled with visits to the gym and interest from other men. I missed my opportunity to make more out of our visits. Now that she was hot, my infatuation with her was from a distance.
As my lunch break concluded I was convinced that she just needed my help with some work problem. I went to the public bathroom on our floor and brushed my teeth before I headed to her office. If she got close, I didn’t want her to smell my lunch.
Ava had a corner office that was large and private. When I walked in Ava was typing on her computer. She looked up and said, “Tim, close the door behind you.”
After shutting the door, I turned around to walk across her office. It was large with warm recessed lighting, a lounge area with leather furniture and an impressive cherry wood bookcase for a wall. Her desk was also cherry wood and took up half the width of the room. It was impressive too, but the word that came to mind right now was “intimidating.”
“Sit down Tim,” she said with a chill in her voice. I slowly found a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. It was soft and should have been more comfortable, but now I was worried again.
Ava moved her computer monitor to the side and leaned forward on her desk. Her cleavage was right there but I was in no position to be looking. She took a long pause before she spoke, “Tim, you’re a good employee and your evaluations are always positive, but there’s a problem we need to address.”
I nodded my head as my throat went dry.
“During the meeting today you were staring at my chest.”
My heart sank. I opened my mouth to speak…
She raised her hand, “There’s no use denying it Tim. Not only did I see it, but so did the everyone in the meeting. I’m insulted, and you’ve put me in a bad position here.”
“I-I’m so sorry,” I said. I couldn’t look up at her. This was bad.
“That’s not all Tim. There’s something else,” she emphasized as she rose from her chair. Ava grabbed a small stack of papers off her desk and walked them around the desk to place in my hands. I looked in horror as I saw all the websites I had visited at work over the past month. While most were innocuous, some of them were fetish sites, and of those, most were about female domination. She stood over me and let me stew for a moment as I flipped through the pages. When I looked up from the page it was slow and cautious.
She was looking down at me. I felt so small and embarrassed.
“Staring at me is one thing. It would be well within protocol to write you up for that alone. However, these websites are a violation of company Internet policy and subject to immediate termination… at my discretion.”
My mouth dropped open and I struggled to say something. I needed this job.
Ava grabbed the papers from my hands and leaned on the edge of her desk. She crossed her ankles and started thumbing through the log of websites. “What is ‘femdom’ Tim?”
“Oh… Ava, are you sure you want me to…”
“Let’s hear it, Tim. I want to know what’s so important that you would risk your job.”
“Well… it means female domination.”
“And that is…”
“No, I want to know.”
“It’s when someone is submissive to a dominant woman. It’s a type of relationship where the woman is completely in charge.”
“It often involves humiliation, corporal punishment, chastity, or service,” just talking about this was both excruciatingly embarrassing and, unfortunately, exciting to me. “Really, whatever the woman wants.”
She clicked her tongue, “What you do on your own time is your business Tim, but surely you don’t think it’s appropriate to look at sites like that at work?”
“No… no, no, no… I shouldn’t have ever done that. I’m so embarrassed. If you’ll forgive me I promise to never do that again,” I looked up at her, but she was still looking at the pages.
Ava sat the pages down on her desk and leaned forward, she was inches from my face. I could smell her perfume this close, she told me long ago it was Elizabeth Arden Provocative Woman, and it was intoxicating. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
She emphasized every word of this next sentence, “I want to hear you beg for your job.”
I took in a sharp breath of air. I felt my cock swell in my pants. Was she fucking with me? Was she serious? I really needed this job. “P-please don’t fire me, Ava. I won’t ever do it again. I need this job. Please!”
An almost imperceptible smile curled at the edge of her lips as I debased myself in front of her, “That’s not bad Tim, but I’m still not really convinced. I need more from you.”
I still couldn’t tell if this was serious or not, but I knew for sure that if she wanted to fire me that it was well within her power and she had every right to do it. I also knew that this job would be very difficult to replace. It didn’t really matter if this was for real. And, I knew one more thing–Ava having this level of power over me was making me scared, and aroused, at the same time.
“What do you need from me, Ava?”
Ava deliberately sat up on her desk, crossed her legs and dangled one of her stiletto-heeled shoes in front of me, “I want you to push that chair away, kneel down and give me a foot rub. If you do well enough, you can keep your job.”
Without hesitation, I got up, scooted the heavy chair to the side and knelt in front of her. I had imagined doing this many times and nothing ever prepared me for the feeling of really, actually, doing it.
Her foot was about chest-high. I gently took her expensive shoe off and laid it on the floor. I wanted to look up at her, but I knew that was wrong, even if she didn’t know what was proper in a BDSM relationship. I concentrated on the task at hand.
I cupped her heel in my left hand and began to run the base of my right hand slowly up her arch. I could feel the warmth of her foot through the soft nylons she was wearing. I pushed deeper into her arch with the meat of my hand, working from her heel to the ball of her foot. An audible sigh came from her as she began to relax.
Using my thumbs I worked her arch vigorously and then spread out to the ball of her foot and her heel. As I rubbed, the smell of her foot became more pronounced. The intimacy of smelling her feet in this way was absolutely thrilling. As she relaxed more, I could feel my cock grow in my pants. It was unavoidable. It felt like destiny.
More than anything, I wanted her to enjoy what I was doing. I have never put so much effort into a simple foot rub. I wanted to show her that I took this very seriously. My job was important, but nothing was as important to me as making Ava happy right now.
I manipulated her toes and gently rolled them individually with the tips of my fingers, then rubbed her foot all over, between my hands to finish. I looked up at her for approval. She said, “Now the other,” and re-crossed her legs so her left foot was in front of me.
Everything I had done before was repeated. I was careful to not rush anything. Touching her, and hopefully pleasing her, was everything to me. Kneeling before her was a dream come true. Near the end, my heart was beating so fast that I could feel it in my chest.
When I was finished, I carefully put both shoes back on her feet and sat quietly waiting for what came next.
Ava took in a long deep breath and let it out, “That wasn’t so bad, Tim. I suppose you can keep your job. For now.” She stood up and walked back behind her desk.
“Get up and put that chair in the right place,” she said with increased conviction.
Standing up, I moved the chair back to its original position. Ava laughed.
“I guess you enjoyed yourself,” she said while staring at my crotch. My cock was tenting against my pants.
“What I want you to do is return to your office with your erection and get to work. No more surfing websites. No more staring at me. I want you to work harder than ever before, Tim. Do you understand me?”
“Then get back to work. Now.”
I turned around and sprinted to the door. That walk from her office to my office was going to be embarrassing as hell with my swollen penis. I prayed that no one would see me on my way back.
“Dominatrix Boss: A BDSM Tale” by Asher Lake is available now through Amazon.
About Asher Lake
Two decades of real-life experience, as both dominant and submissive, fuel Lake’s narratives with real scenarios, real training methods, and authentic emotions.
It is the author’s greatest desire that Lake’s work will excite those who are in the community and inspire those who are interested to explore further. Asher Lake is a professional writer, who has been published as a poet, a comic writer, and has written articles for many major publications.
“Dominatrix Boss: A Femdom Tale” is Lake’s debut novel and is working on a follow-up right now.