"Well Simon," Claire concluded, "that just about wraps things up. As I said I will write to HR this afternoon and advise them that you will be moving onto a permanent contract with us and given your outstanding performance I will also make sure that they move you to level 2 on the pay scale instead of level 1 as normal.”
Simon was delighted and made no attempt to play it cool with his new boss.
"That's wonderful Miss, thank you."
Claire found his tendency to call her 'Miss' rather endearing, and a possible indicator that he was by nature a submissive. Something about the way he said it, almost as if he was dying to add 'tress' on the end of it every time it passed his lips.
"Excellent," said Claire rising from her seat and moving around the desk. "Welcome aboard, I'm sure you will do very well here."
Simon gripped the side of his chair and started to get up, when he heard Claire speak again.
"Actually Simon, before you go... there was just one other matter I wanted to talk to you about..."
She gently pressed down on the young man's shoulder to indicate that he should stay seated. Then she leaned back so that her ass was resting gently on the edge of her desk.
"Oh...?" said Simon looking slightly worried.
Claire cut an imposing figure in her business suit, the dark material giving little away about her sexy body beneath. No one would ever guess that both her upper arms were heavily tattooed, that both her nipples were pierced or that she had a butt plug wedged inside her even as she spoke.
"Yes..." continued Claire, folding her arms. "It's just that I've noticed when I'm around, you often seem a little… distracted. Which strikes me as odd because your manager tells me you are very focussed and dedicated. Obviously I understand it's nerve wracking to have the 'big boss’ looking over your shoulder, but I think there's more to it than that.... isn't there?"
Simon gulped and looked sheepish.
"I don't understand Miss," he said as innocently as he could muster.
Claire smiled knowingly.
"I’ve also noticed that you have a tendency to look at a certain part of my body when you think I'm not looking... isn't that right?"’
Simon started to sweat and shake his head gently from side to side.
"Oh don't worry Simon, I'm not offended, just curious to know... do you have a foot fetish?"
Claire smiled at Simon who was now resisting with every fibre of his being the temptation to look down at his new boss's gorgeous feet.
He licked his lips, paralysed with fear and anxiety. He'd jerked off thinking about Claire's feet countless times and now he was being called out on it; on the day she made him permanent!
"It's okay Simon, I'm not judging you... I can't tell you how many men I've known who love nothing more than to suck on my pretty toes. I'm just curious to know why you would be so interested in MY feet, I mean, I'm old enough to be your Grandmother."
Simon looked shocked at this revelation.
"But... you can't be," he stuttered.
"You're 22, according to your file? I'm 56, so yes... quite possible... if unlikely."
"But... I thought you were, I don’t know… just over forty," Simon looked genuinely astonished.
"Oh Simon, flattery will get you everywhere... "
Claire gripped the edge of her desk and lifted her right foot, holding it straight out in front of her, daring Simon to look at it.
"Are my feet so much prettier than the girls your age Simon?"
Simon glanced at the foot dangling just a few feet from his face, it looked magnificently pedicured, with beautifully painted nails and Claire had on his favourite pair of sandals. He’d noticed that Claire had a wonderful collection of heels, all chosen for their ability to perfectly show off her wonderful feet.
"They are beautiful Miss," Simon admitted guiltily, trying and failing to look away.
Claire smiled inwardly, another boy ensnared into her web of submission.
"Thank you Simon. Would you like to… touch them?"
Simon looked at her nervously.
"Maybe you should take my shoe off so you can see my pretty foot properly. Would you like that?"
Simon looked petrified and his jaw shook slightly as he answered.
"Yes Miss..."
"Go on then, gently take it off and then tell me why you like my pretty feet so much that you have to stare at them every time I come into the room."
Simon reached out with a trembling hand, and clumsily tried to undo the tiny buckle that held Claire's sandal in place. Eventually he managed to release the fastening and carefully slid the shoe away revealing the object of his affections.
"Now Simon, I want you to put my shoe down and then I want you to support my foot with your hand and tell me why you can't stop thinking about my perfect feet."
Simon reached out again and placed his hand underneath his new boss's arch to support it, then took a deep breath.
"I... don't know what to say Miss... I.... I've always had a thing for girl's feet, ever since I was a boy. They are so beautiful and.... sexy, especially yours."
Claire purred as she listened to the boy explain himself.
"But why my feet particularly Simon, surely girls of your own age have pretty feet too?"
"Yes Miss, but... most girls tend to wear trainers these days... and the ones that understand, they just want to make money on Only Fans."
Claire raised an eyebrow, intrigued that this was even possible as she had never even considered it.
"Really Simon? Do you think I could make money showing my feet on Only Fans too?"
"Oh yes Miss, you could make a LOT of money. I'm certain of it..."
Claire wiggled her toes slightly
"Interesting..."
She left that hanging in the air for a moment before she continued.
"Tell me Simon... and I want you to be honest now. How many times have you jerked off thinking about my pretty feet."
Simon bit his lip nervously, paused for a moment and then finally summoned the strength to answer.
"So many times Miss... I don't even know how many."
"Really… I imagine you'll jerk off again tonight thinking about them too, won't you?"
Simon nodded gently, completely humiliated by his admission.
"Well, since I can't stop you doing it, and really.. why would I want to, will you do something for me?”
“Anything Miss,” cooed Simon.
Claire wondered what Simon’s definition of ‘anything’ really meant, but it was far too early to be exploring that avenue, so she let it slide for now.
“Good. Well, it would make me very happy if you did it at 10 o’clock, that way I can think about you doing it while my husband eats my pussy and makes me cum. Will you do that for me? 10 o’clock and not a minute before?"
"Yes Miss," said Simon eagerly.
"Good boy. Now before you go I'm going to let you kiss my foot... just for a few moments, so that you have something to think about when you're jerking your cock for me later. Okay?"
"Thank you Miss," Simon whispered hoarsely, his breathing ragged.
Claire watched as Simon tentatively leaned forward and placed his lips against her bare skin. She absolutely adored having her feet worshipped especially by a new, nervous footboi.
"Does that taste good?" she asked.
"Yes," Simon half moaned as he delicately kissed across Claire's instep.
"This will be something to think about later when you're cumming for me won't it?"
"Yes Miss," groaned Simon, sounding like he was two strokes from cumming in his pants already.
"You know Simon, I can't tell you how many times I've watched a new boy kissing my feet and it never stops exciting me... but you know what I really like? I like when they take my whole foot in their mouth and let me fuck their face with it. It's so fucking hot..."
"I can do that Miss," begged Simon. "I can do that whenever you want."
Claire laughed wickedly.
"Oh, I know you'll do it... you’re dead keen. But you've got to earn that kind of pleasure, you're only just at the beginning... and I don't want you getting too excited, so..."
She pulled her foot away slightly and then said, "I think you should put my shoe back on now Simon, you need to get back to work."
Simon tried to hide his disappointment as he retrieved her sandal from the floor and carefully slid it back onto her outstretched foot.
"Thank you Miss," he breathed, "that was wonderful."
"Thank you Simon, I look forward to your quarterly appraisal, but in the meantime I hope you'll treasure this moment and honour it accordingly."
"I will Miss."
"Good, well...off you go then."
Simon stood up awkwardly, painfully aware that his cock was rock hard and tenting his trousers.
Claire couldn't help but notice and smiled as she watched him trying to cover it up as he made his way to the door.
'What a sweet boy', she thought to herself, 'I shall have some fun with that one.'
She returned to her desk and sat down, then picked up her phone and flicked across her screen to find the app for her vibrating butt plug. She tapped on the display and a second or two later felt the plug in her ass whir into life. She groaned softly, opened her WhatsApp and clicked on 'David'.
CLAIRE: 'This plug you bought for me is amazing. I really want to touch myself now.'
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations coursing through her body until she felt her phone buzz and vibrate.
DAVID: 'Have you been corrupting young boys again?'
CLAIRE: 'Yes.'
DAVID: 'Another footbitch?'
CLAIRE: 'Yes.'
DAVID: 'You're terrible. Will punish you later.'
CLAIRE: 'Can't wait.'
Claire let her fingers slide down between her legs and spread her thighs so that she could rub herself through her lingerie.
CLAIRE: 'I'm so wet. Please can I make myself cum Daddy?'
DAVID: 'Daddy? You really are horny aren’t you?’
CLAIRE: ‘SO FUCKING HORNY!’
DAVID: ‘Don’t you dare!'
CLAIRE: 'But I'm so horny after watching him kiss my feet and this plug is making it even worse.'
DAVID: 'Good. I want you climbing the walls by the time you get home. Make sure the plug is on for at least 10 mins every hour. On HIGH!'
CLAIRE: 'That's so mean.'
DAVID: 'I don’t care. You can touch yourself as much as you want… but if you cum without permission you know what will happen!'.
Claire shuddered as she remembered the last time she disobeyed her husband, he’d tied her to the bed and then whipped her pussy good. She didn't want to go through that again.
DAVID: 'You’re going to be grateful you wore that plug all day today, I want you to cum hard with my cock balls-deep in your ass tonight... so you better do as you’re told.'
"Oh fuck," moaned Claire as she fought the temptation to slide her fingers into her panties and bring herself off. She looked at the clock and sighed loudly, it was only just after 12. This was going to be a very long afternoon!
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