The part of you wants to rebel, but you also don't want to disappoint Jenny. You are too embarassed to fight back, so
you just start to crawl under the desk.
"Good boy. Now take off my heels and start rubbing." Denise orders you with satisfaction.
"Yes, Ma'am." you answer meekly . You slowly pull down the shoes and notice that her feet are kind of sweaty.
You can even see the wet spots on the insoles. Slightly foul aroma hits your nose. You don't want your face to be closer to her soles.
You grab her right foot, it is clearly moist from sweat, but despite your revulsion you suck it up and start massaging.
"Congratz Jenny...you have won the contest...the money is yours. I think he should rub my feet every day for 1 hour...is it okay with you?
"Thank you Denise, of course it is not a problem." Jenny is delighted...she is the biggest winner in this situation after all.
"Also..." Denise continues "I want to see the proof that he really is doing all the things mentioned in contract like eating from your heels
or sleep with your dirty pantyhose in his mouth and face buried in shoes. Send me a picture tonight...I can't wait to see it! Don't worry..
I will send your slave back to you in an hour."
"Sure thing." Jenny answers and leaves as you continue with your work. Your hands are all covered in Denise's foot sweat and the smell
is violating your nostrils
"Do you think my feet stink, Rob?" Denise suddenly asks you.
"Yes, Ma'am they do." You answer slightly irritated.
"That's good. You better get used to it. It is the smell of your defeat." She teases you
"I have won... bitch...your only friend in the office has made you her slave...and now you also have to serve me.
You really are pathetic."
You know she is right. You just want to escape this hell...but you are too afraid to lose your job.
Besides...you have signed the contract that made you officially Jenny's slave. You notice that contact with their feet had made you
more submissive...you feel like you are losing all your self-esteem.
"I will help Jenny train you." Denise continues "When we are done...you will worship the ground I walk on" your biggest enemy keeps degrading you
"You will beg me to let you lick my sweaty feet."
You can't believe your ears...this woman must be mental. You are really upset that Jenny has left you alone with that monster. You will
never willinglly serve Denise's feet.
After full hour of massaging her sweaty feet she finally lets you go. The smell has totally overwhelmed you as you rubbed every inch of her feet like
a mindless servant. You feel betrayed and decide to face Jenny...but on your way you bump into Candice.
"Look who we have here...it is Jenny's footslave!" She laughs loudly
Shit...everyone already knows what happened...your reputation is all gone.
"What do you want?" you ask. You are so tired of this situation you don't want to talk with that nerdy bitch.
"You better be more polite or i will report to Jenny, bitch!" Candice snaps but you just ignore her and keep going.
You will regret this!" You hear her voice from behind.
You finally reach Jenny's desk and confront her:
"Jenny...why did you..." but she cuts you off:
"Quiet! You forget yourself, slave...remember when you want to speak you have to kiss my feet until you have my persmission."
"But...Mistress...someone will see me!" you panic
"Don't worry..everyone knows you are my footslave...there is no point to hide it. So now lay back under my desk so I can use your face
as a footstool." Jenny orders you casually...you are taken aback by how she is perfectly normal with this situation.
You know she is right...you agreed to be her slave, so you do as you are told. You lay down on your back under her chair...and watch as she
takes off her shoes and her bare feet invade your face. Your vision went almost totally black. You realise that her feet are much better than Denise's.
They are not as sweaty and the smell is more bearable.
"Don't think, Rob...just obey and become more accustomed to my feet. It is for your own good." Jenny calms you.
You lay there broken with redhead's feet on your face, but suddenly you hear steps...
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