Audience of Absolute Humiliation
– Hello, Natasha.
– Hello.
– Are you crying? What happened?
– Ah, – my girlfriend waved her hand.
– Come on, tell me. At work?
– Uh-huh.
– Problems with the boss again?
– Yes. – The girl sniffled. – She scolded me for no reason. Without even figuring it out.
– And this isn't the first time.
– Not the first.
– I'll go and talk to her.
– You? Come on, Andrei, I'll somehow endure it.
– Well, this can't go on forever.
– I value my job.
– All the more reason.
Seeing that I was about to stand up for her, Natasha looked
at me with hope, and a sparkle appeared in her eyes.– But be careful, she's smart and cunning.
– Don't worry, I'll talk to her correctly, and only about the matter. I'll try to convince her that before getting angry, she needs to figure things out first. After all, you're a person, not some thing...
After kissing me, Natasha blessed me on my way.
On the way to my girlfriend's workplace, I was in the most determined mood. The taste of Natasha's kiss was still on my lips when I confidently knocked on the door of her boss's reception room.
– Galina Petrovna is busy at the moment, – the secretary smiled sweetly. – But you can wait for her...
Fifteen minutes passed, but my resolve didn't weaken. On the contrary, I rehearsed in my mind all the phrases I was going to say to her.
Another ten minutes passed. No voices came from behind my girlfriend's boss's door, no one came out or went in. What was she so busy with?
– Maybe I should go in after all? – I asked the secretary.
She pressed the intercom button.
– Galina Petrovna, there's a young man waiting for you here...
– Who? – an expressive voice sounded.
– How shall I introduce you? – the secretary turned to me.
– Uh... I'm a friend of your employee – Natalia Vershkova.
The secretary relayed this information to the boss.
– What's his name?
I gave my name.
– Last name.
I gave my last name.
– Regarding what matter?
She's asking a bit too many questions, – I thought. Although... It's her right.
– It's related to my girlfriend's work.
– A pause ensued.
– Alright. In five minutes.
Damn, have to wait again...
After waiting another five minutes, I got up from my seat.
– May I come in?
The secretary contacted the boss again.
– Can he come in?
– Yes, – came from the intercom.
The wait somewhat dampened my resolve, but I tried to put as confident an expression on my face as possible, after which I knocked on the door and entered.
A light scent of luxurious perfume lingered in the office, and quiet music was playing.
– Hello, – I said.
– Hello.
The young woman sitting at the desk gave me a casual glance.
– What do I owe the pleasure?
My girlfriend had warned me that her boss was smart and cunning, but she hadn't warned me at all that she was also devilishly beautiful. Casually switching to the informal "you," is she immediately trying to humiliate me? Well, let's see...
– You spoke very rudely to my girlfriend today, – I began.
The woman looked at me with an appraising gaze, smiled, and suddenly laughed. Her laughter was neither nervous nor artificial – it was the natural laugh of a self-confident woman, and it chilled my blood.
– Have a seat, – she pointed to a chair with her finger.
I sat on the chair opposite her, unable to take my eyes off her long curly locks, high breasts, and unusually expressive eyes. Her lips were painted with blood-red lipstick, her neck adorned with an expensive necklace, and diamond earrings hung from her ears. Her eyes looked at me, absorbing me completely. They looked mockingly and coldly, and I suddenly felt defenseless before this woman.
– Before scolding a subordinate, you need to figure things out first, – I tried to say as firmly as possible, but discovered my voice was slightly hoarse.
My girlfriend's boss smiled.
– Do you think a woman like me can be rude?
This phrase of hers hit the mark and disconcerted me: perhaps I had rushed with my arguments.
– Well, look at me: do I look like a rude woman?
– No, – I answered after a pause.
– Then why did you draw such conclusions?
I felt somewhat guilty.
– It's just my girlfriend...
– What about your girlfriend? Finish your sentence...
– She told me that you... scolded her.
The woman smiled again.
– I merely pointed out her shortcomings that were present. Perfectly calmly and correctly. Didn't she tell you she made serious violations?
– No, – I looked down.
The woman spoke little, but what she said shook me: she was right! The more I listened to her, the more I became drawn to her, the more I felt the justice of her words and the worthlessness of my own arguments – the latter were based only on a few non-objective phrases, said by my girlfriend in the heat of the moment.
This woman's sweet voice, her gaze, smile, and charms captivated me more and more. Her manner of carrying herself and her ability to defeat an opponent with a few calculated phrases hypnotized me. I discovered that she controlled me not only with words but also as if leading me through some invisible field, and my gaze followed her gestures.
After another one of her phrases, I couldn't bear it and fell to my knees before her. I crawled to this woman's feet and bowed my head before her.
– Please forgive me, – I stammered.
– Oh? For what?
– For coming to you with complaints without figuring things out.
Slightly lifting the toe of her boot, the woman placed it on my hand, which was pressed against the floor, and pressed down on it with it. I was immediately pierced by pain, but the pain was sweet. It somehow excused me before this woman, and I was grateful to her for it. I discovered that feeling pain from this woman was not suffering for me, but an honor. Soon the pain intensified: the toe of her boot began to press on my hand harder. I lay on the floor and gratefully touched her boot with my lips.
It was incredible, and I never fully understood why it happened and how she managed to process me so quickly: I, who came to this woman to put her in her place, was now lying at her feet and kissing her boots! Having defeated me in this way, she looked at me attentively and smiled sweetly.
– Do you like to be humiliated? – she asked.
I shrugged, not knowing what to answer. I was afraid to admit to her that being humiliated before her was true happiness for me.
– Please, don't look at me like that... – I asked her, but instead the Mistress (yes, now she had become my Mistress) lifted the toe of her boot and directed it into my mouth.
Oh god, she likes to humiliate! – I thought. She likes it when people go crazy over her...
Realizing this, I immediately opened my mouth wider and clasped her boot with my lips: its toe sank deep enough into my mouth. I dared to raise my eyes and look at the Mistress to see her reaction, whether I had reacted correctly to this gesture of hers. The Mistress was probably pleased, as she laughed lightly and gave a sly shrug of her shoulders. I became so aroused that I literally froze; she, meanwhile, began to violate my mouth with the toe of her boot, pressing it against the back of my throat; saliva dripped from my mouth, and then I came slightly in my pants. Seeing my state, the Mistress smiled arrogantly.
– And what about your girlfriend? – she asked.
I looked down.
– She... she is unworthy of you.
– Oh? And you?
– Forgive me... And I am unworthy... I am unworthy... of the little toe on your foot.
The Mistress smiled. Taking off her divine foot, she wiggled her toes, and the delicate scent of her sole made my head spin.
– Then kiss my little toe.
After admiring her little toe for a while, I kissed it.
– What else are you unworthy of?
– I am unworthy... of your toenails.
– Kiss my toenails.
Mentally thanking her for this offer, I greedily began kissing the nails on her feet.
– More?
– I am unworthy of your heels.
– Kiss.
Crawling closer, I began kissing her heels.
– I am unworthy of your soles... – I continued.
The Mistress smiled. I stuck out my tongue, and she wiped the sole of her foot on it.
– Thank you, Mistress. I am unworthy of your armpits.
The Mistress made an arrogant grimace, lifting her upper lip and slightly flaring her nostrils, then lifted her blouse, after which I got on my knees and licked her armpits.
I was getting into the taste.
– I am unworthy of your panties, Mistress...
The woman lifted her skirt and spread her legs.
– Smell.
I brought my nose close to her panties and began greedily inhaling the delicate scent of her genitals coming through them – it was fantastic.
– Kiss, – she said, and I gently kissed the narrow strip of her panties.
– I am unworthy of your genitals. – When I said this, my voice trembled slightly with excitement.
The Mistress lifted her feet onto the desk and moved aside the strip of her panties.
– Then lick them.
– Thank you, Mistress, – I said, devouring her intimate place with my lips. While I worked with my tongue, she covered my head with her skirt and laughed quietly.
– It's nice to see such devotion, – she said tenderly, pressing on my head.
These words plunged me into a kind of madness, and with even greater zeal I began to lick her vagina.
– Yes, yes, Mistress! I am unworthy of your toilet, – I continued.
– Then be my toilet! – said the Mistress.
Trembling finely from the excitement that gripped me, I opened my mouth, positioning it in front of her vagina. After a few seconds, I felt the fantastic taste of her urine streaming into my open mouth, and I drank it all with pleasure.
– I am unworthy of your toilet paper...
– What's stopping you from becoming my toilet paper? – the Mistress asked quietly but authoritatively.
After these words, I moaned. I felt like a little toy in her hands, and she twisted me as she wanted. Sticking out my tongue, I licked her labia clean, after which I plunged my tongue into her vagina and sucked out her vaginal juices. Then the Mistress settled more comfortably in the chair and, placing her beautiful hands on her buttocks, spread them apart. She spread her legs wide and smiled gently. She nodded lightly to me, and I immediately understood what I should do.
Her entire intimate area was carefully shaved, and the opening of her anus looked divine to me. When I plunged my tongue into it, my head spun. My tongue entered her anus quite easily, indicating that the Mistress practiced anal sex quite often. At the thought that I was servicing her used anus, I went completely crazy; my tongue seemed to dissolve in it, and I diligently licked it from the inside.
Probably a few minutes passed when I felt a light push from my Mistress's foot: considering it enough, she pushed me away from her.
– Please forgive me, – I said, bowing my head and lying on the floor before her. In my service to this woman, I now needed to be restrained more than encouraged.
– I am unworthy of being a mat for your divine feet, Mistress... – I whispered.
– Be my mat, slave...
After the last word, I shook again. My aroused member swelled completely and, irritating against the floor, caused me a long and strong orgasm. In sweet languor, I began kissing the floor around my Mistress's feet, after which I turned face up, and the Mistress placed her booted feet on my face. She was an angel to me, something holy and divine. I felt infinitely grateful to her but didn't know how else to express it.
The Mistress rang a bell, and after a few minutes, the secretary brought her coffee. While she drank it, I lay meekly under her feet, the pressure of which on my face she sometimes increased. When the secretary took away the dishes, the Mistress talked to someone on the phone. She spoke briefly, and I could only guess that she had arranged a meeting with a lover.
– Stick out your tongue, – she ordered after hanging up.
I stuck out my tongue, and the Mistress wiped the soles of her boots on it.
– And now lick, – she ordered, and, changing position, I immediately began licking her boots until I licked them to a shine.
– Well, I think I'm ready now.
– I believe our conversation for today is exhausted, – she said, continuing to hold her hand near my face, and I continued to shower it with kisses.
– Yes, Mistress... yes...
Finally, the Mistress made a casual movement with her fingers, and I immediately fell to my knees before her.
– I ask you to forgive me once again, – I replied and, kissing her heels, crawled out of her office.