The Domme Intern

Chapter 2 Just an Innocent Foot Rub

The next morning was Wednesday. Emily wore a pair of her new, sexy, black high heels with sheer stockings and garters. Of course, her garters weren't visible but, just feeling the belt hugging her hips and knowing she wore them, made her feel sexy and confident. Her goal was to keenly observe the CEO's reaction to assess whether he was interested in her feet or if she had simply hoped he was interested.

The moment she stepped into Mr. Harris' office his eyes darted down to her feet, before he even said hello. She noticed a slight but definite grin at the corners of his mouth as he drank in her undeniable sex appeal. Steve himself was unaware of his subconscious reaction to Emily's display of sexuality.

They exchanged typical morning greetings and Steve directed her to setup at the work table again. She pretended to not notice as he watched her walk across the room. She placed her laptop bag on the leather couch, extracted her laptop and setup at the glass work table like the previous day. She turned her laptop on. This time she intended to keep her shoes on because they were, after all, part of her plan.

Soon Steve sat down at the glass table, directly across from her. She waited for quite a while then she would occasionally adjust the position of her feet, causing Steve to look each time. Despite the fact that he had relieved his sexual urges just twelve hours prior, he felt himself getting aroused again. He wasn't rigid but he could feel wetness from precum at the tip of his penis.

After a couple hours her laptop signaled that it was in low power mode. It was time for Emily to test Steve again. She wanted to see if Steve would play her games. She said, "Oh shoot, my laptop is going to die. Can you get the power adapter out of my bag for me?" She was pointing to her laptop bag on the couch.

She smiled to herself when Steve dutifully stood, stepped over and found the power adapter, then returned to her. She smiled up at him and said, "Would you be a peach and plug that in for me?"

He looked at her and she was pointing at the glass table. Through the table, he could see the power plug on the floor, near her feet. She waited to see if he would take the bait.

"Sure," said Steve. He handed her the laptop end of the power adapter which she plugged in, then he lowered himself to his hands and knees and moved under the table. He had to reach past Emily's high heel encased feet to reach the plug. She didn't move and he couldn't help but look at her sexy feet wrapped in sheer black nylons and black leather straps. From his close-up point of view he could see through her sheer stockings that her toenails were painted red.

He steadied himself with one hand beside her foot and used the other one to plug in the cord. While he was distracted with the plug, Emily moved her foot over to the back of his fingers and pressed his hand to the floor with the flat sole of her sexy shoe.

After just a moment she said, "Oops, was that your hand? Sorry, that's my bad. Are you okay?"

Steve moved out from under the table and said, "No problem, I'm fine."

He stood and said, "I could have gotten a wood work table with power plugs built right into the top but I like the look of the clear glass table in my office."

Emily smiled and said, "Well, that would have been more convenient for powering my laptop but I agree with you, I like the look of this table, too. Besides, I have you to get on the floor and plug in my laptop for me."

He looked at her and she was grinning mischievously. He chuckled nervously at her bold comment and said, "Uh yeah, right." He felt his penis stir in his pants. For just a moment he wondered if she had stepped on his hand intentionally. He quickly dismissed the idea and silently reminded himself, "Respect her. She doesn't need you lusting after her, and, you're a married man!"

That evening Steve arrived at home to find the house empty. His wife usually made dinner throughout the week so it was a bit unusual. He found a note on the kitchen counter from his wife, "I'm having dinner, last minute with Lisa. Leftovers are in the fridge."

"Huh," said Steve to himself, "She sees Lisa more than me."

He warmed up some leftovers and sat down to eat. He immediately began thinking about Emily's sexy shoes. He wondered if he could find some pictures that looked like them so he googled, "Sexy heels". He spent a couple minutes looking at photos of pretty models in sexy high heels. He decided it was a little perverted so he closed the pages and started reading the news. As he scrolled, an ad appeared for high heel shoes with a photo of a sexy young woman. Of course his mind went right back to Emily then he said aloud, "What the hell? Is my phone reading my mind?"

He locked the screen and set the phone down on the table. Suddenly there was a gentle rap, rap at the front door. He walked over and answered the door. It was Lisa. He was a little surprised and said, "Lisa, hi."

Lisa said, "Hi Steve, I'm just dropping off a pair of shoes that Sarah wanted to borrow."

Steve said, "Okay well Sarah is uh, she's not here."

Lisa said, "No, it's fine, I'm just dropping these off. I'll see you later. She handed the yellow high heels to Steve.

"Okay, bye," said Steve.

"See ya," said Lisa as she walked away. Steve closed the door.

He looked at the shoes in his hand. They were yellow high heels with red soles. He muttered, "Why does Sarah have to borrow shoes? She can just buy them."

He set them down on the floor next to the front door and turned away. He stopped and looked back at them. He thought to himself, "Those would look good on Emily."

Then he turned away and said aloud, "Damnit, I can't stop thinking about her."

An hour later Sarah returned home. As soon as she walked in Steve said, "Lisa dropped off some shoes for you."

Sarah said, "Oh good."

Steve said, "Honey uh, I thought you were with Lisa tonight?

"Ah, I see the confusion," said Sarah, "Different Lisa. Tonight I was with yoga Lisa, these shoes are from fashionista Lisa."

"Makes sense," said Steve. He thought for a moment and then said, "If you want yellow high heels, why don't you just buy them."

"Oh honey," said Sarah as she patted his chest, "You need to pay more attention to shoes. Those yellow high heels are Christian Louboutin. They cost over a thousand dollars."

Steve's eyes popped wide open and he said, "Wow, you should definitely borrow them."

She smiled, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Good call sweetie."

He smiled at her and hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her into an embrace. She said, "I'm tired, I'm going to bed.

He said, "Sounds good, I'll be there in a few."

Sarah said, "Oh honey, sorry but I'm exhausted. Maybe this weekend okay? You can take me out on a date," she gave him another quick kiss, this time on the lips and said, "Maybe you'll get lucky."

He smiled and said, "I like the sound of that."

She smiled, then turned and walked away. A short time later Steve was lying in bed next to his wife. She had already fallen asleep. He was thinking about what a strange day it had been. His wife of over two decades seemed more and more distant each day.

Then his intern, whom he had just met the day before was overtaking his thoughts. And the shoes. What was with the shoes? First Emily stepped on his hand, then he imagined kissing her feet, but that was far from all. His phone was feeding him advertisements for sexy shoes, then shoes were showing up at his front door.

Not surprisingly he had grown erect. He slowly touched and caressed his manhood as he imagined Emily in his office. He wondered, if he imagined hard enough, could he have a dream about her? He thought about her sitting on his couch and taking her shoes off. He pictured himself on the floor in front of her, rubbing her sexy feet.

The next thing he knew, his alarm was blaring. He reached over and killed it. He looked over at his sleeping wife. His cock was rock hard in his underwear. "Damn," he thought. No dreams.

Occasionally he would masturbate in the shower but he made a conscious decision to abstain. He decided to save himself for his "date" with his wife that weekend. Soon he was on his way to work.

Emily intended to continue playing with Steve but she needed to avoid moving too fast. She reasoned that she had the entire summer to toy with Mr. Harris. Besides, she wasn't even sure how far she could, or would go. She simply wanted to experiment and have some naughty fun.

She wore her other new pair of black heels. They were slightly more risqué than the previous day. They were taller with sharper heels and thinner straps that revealed more of her feet. She planned to gauge Steve's reaction to her shoes to decide her next move.

Once again, she casually walked into Steve's office and placed her laptop bag on the couch. This time Steve definitely stared at her feet. It was obvious that he liked her look.

She took out her laptop, intentionally leaving her power adapter in her bag. She powered up and connected to the large screen on the wall and got started. She kept a close eye on Steve. As expected he was very interested in her shoes. Eventually her laptop signaled low power with a large blinking icon on the screen.

"Oops," said Emily, "Battery is low again." She looked in Steve's direction with her not so innocent smirk.

To Emily's delight, he stood and retrieved her power adapter from her laptop bag without being asked. He unrolled the cord as he walked over to her. She looked up at him blankly as he held the device. He thought to himself, "I should just hand this to her and sit back down." But then he looked through the table at her sexy shoes and legs. Deep inside, he wanted to crawl under the table, next to his sexy intern's feet.

Emily began tapping her shoe on the floor next to the power plug. At that prompting, he handed her the laptop end which she plugged in, then she looked up at him and waited.

Steve's heart rate increased and Emily could see it at his throat. He seemed nervous as he carefully lowered himself to his knees and crawled under the table close to her feet. He placed his hand flat on the floor, this time right beside her foot, and he used his other to plug in the cord. The fact that Steve was obviously nervous and had, once again, placed his hand on the floor, right next to her foot, emboldened Emily to further test him.

This time, as he plugged the laptop power adapter into the floor plug, she lifted her foot and placed her sharp heel against the back of Steve's hand. She looked away as if it was another "accident". She didn't press hard, she just held it on his hand, testing him.

Steve was nervous, but thrilled at the situation and he didn't want to ruin the moment. He finished plugging in the power adapter then froze, just looking at her sexy foot as she pinned his hand to the floor. Steve felt his cock growing in his pants. After a long moment, she began applying pressure. Her heel became very painful on the back of his hand but he didn't move or say anything. He simply sucked air loudly between is teeth. With the sound of air through his teeth, Emily looked down.

Emily said, "You know Mr. Harris, you need to be careful when you're on the floor, at my feet. I'm very likely to step on you."

He craned his neck in an attempt to look at her through the table which cast his gaze to the edge of her skirt. He could see the dark tops of her stockings. His already firming penis grew rigid, despite the pain in his hand.

She pressed harder and said, "Are you trying to look up my skirt Mr. Harris?"

"Oh, ow, ow! No, no Emily," he said. He was shocked at how painful her heel was on the back of his hand. He heard his own voice shaking in fear, or was it excitement?

"Keep your eyes down," admonished Emily. He nodded, turned his gaze back to her heel and watched as she twisted and crushed her heel into his hand. His mouth dropped open in silent protest. His heart was racing and he was trying to understand his own excitement.

Finally she lifted her heel, just above his hand but not out of his way. She waited a long moment, signaling that she was in charge, that her actions were deliberate and she could apply her heel again, if she wanted. Steve didn't move. Finally she moved her foot to the side and said, "You should get up, before Martha walks in."

Steve nodded, understanding the implication, that what just happened was inappropriate and should be hidden from others. He stood and his erection was prominent in his pants.

He looked at her and saw that she was looking at his crotch. His rigid penis was clearly outlined in his trousers. She looked up at him and smiled. She winked and said, "Just as I suspected, Steve," she turned away and busied herself with her laptop.

That was a pivotal moment for both Emily and Steve. Emily had confirmed that her CEO boss was a beta male or, at the very least, had submissive tendencies and was sexually excited by dominant women.

Not only had she called Steve by his first name but he was obviously sexually aroused by being stepped on, and she saw it. She made that clear with her comment.

Steve turned sideways and reached in his pocket to adjust his penis in an effort to obscure his arousal. It was too late. Emily had already seen the effect she had on him. He had never had such a thrilling experience. This gorgeous young intern had just crushed her sexy heel into his hand, obviously on purpose.

Steve was suddenly very nervous that Emily had laid bare, a deeply hidden desire in Steve's psyche. He had always been attracted to confident women but he never connected it with a desire to submit to them.

He changed the subject to the task at hand, "Okay uh, the board meeting is here, next week Friday at nine AM sharp so we have a week to prepare. We will meet in the conference room across the hall. Martha will be here and she'll take care of coffee and snacks in the morning and she'll have lunch brought in, then she'll be done for the day. I'd like you to attend and type up meeting minutes."

Emily raised her hand to her forehead in a mock salute and said, "Yes sir."

Steve rubbed the small red circle on the back of his hand where his intern had just crushed it. She was making it clear that his authority over her was fragile; possibly nonexistent.

He did not address her obvious lack of respect for his authority he simply continued, "I'll get the quarterly numbers early next Friday morning, just before the meeting. Once we get them you can put them in the presentation."

"Got it Mr. Harris," said Emily, smiling pleasantly. The rest of the day she acted like nothing had happened. The elephant in the room was, that Emily had demonstrated dominance over Steve and he had accepted it. She wanted to give him time to think, and wonder if she would build on her actions or just let it go. Of course she was going to continue but Steve would have to wait and see how.

Later that evening Steve was home, having dinner with his wife. She noticed the red mark on the back of his hand and said, "What happened to your hand?

Steve panicked for a split second then he recovered, "Oh uh, I wasn't paying attention and I hit the back of my hand on the corner of my desk at work," he lied.

"Ouch," said Sarah, "You should be more careful."

Steve nodded in agreement. He realized that he was hiding the truth. He was well aware that he had allowed his hand to be stepped on and that fact should be kept secret. Why did he allow it? Further, why did he find the experience sexually arousing?

He turned that question over in his head but that just made his thoughts drift to the alluring Emily. Who was he kidding? He knew why. Emily was young and incredibly sexy. The turn on was, that she knew she was hot and she was obviously comfortable using her sexuality to her advantage. She wanted to step on him and he let her. It was as simple as that.

The next morning was Friday. Steve was getting dressed in their large master bathroom and his wife walked in. He said, "How come you're up so early?"

She said, "Oh, I'm going to the gym. I have a new trainer."

"Oh," said Steve.

She pulled off her tee shirt and slipped out of her tiny black thong. He admired his nude 45-year-old wife's, slim body and large, augmented breasts. Her dark brown pubic hair revealed the fact that her blonde hair was not natural. He walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. He felt her firm breasts press against his white tee shirt.

He slid his hands down her smooth back and cupped them around her firm, bare butt. He said, "I'm so lucky to have you."

She leaned back and smiled. She said, "Yes, you are, but you're not going to have me now big boy. You need to get to work."

He let her go and frowned. He said, "I know, dang it."

She made pouty lips and said, "Don't worry honey. It's date night, remember? I'll be your sure thing, if you get me a nice dinner." She smiled and shimmied back and forth causing her breasts to sway invitingly.

His face lit up and he said, "That's right. Tonight it is." She stepped back, blowing him a kiss as she stepped into the shower.

On his drive into work Steve was thinking about the morning. He wondered why Sarah would shower, before going to work out at the gym. He decided she was vain enough that she had to be "put together" all the time. Even while working out.

Steve got into work a little early and Martha was already at her desk. Emily was not there yet.

Steve said, "Good morning Martha."

She replied, "Good morning Mr. Harris."

He said, "So what do you think about Emily so far?"

Martha hesitated then said, "Well, honestly she seems, forward and overbearing for an intern."

Steve looked at her and said, "I say she's confident and that's a good quality to have for a young woman in the workplace today."

Martha frowned and said, "I think she should know her place."

Steve smiled and said, "That's the great thing about her. She knows her place and it's at the top. I predict that she'll be very successful."

Emily walked in and said, "Good morning you two."

Martha and Steve said good morning as well. Steve had grown accustomed to looking forward to seeing what she was wearing each day. This morning she was wearing a dark gray skirt with a matching jacket and white blouse. Her shoes were not Steve's favorite. They were the same shiny black ones she wore on Tuesday. They had a low heel and were not particularly interesting.

Emily said, "So what's on the agenda for today?"

Steve turned to Emily and said, "You remember Veronica Dover don't you?

Emily said, "Yes, of course, the marketing director."

"Right," said Steve. I'm going to have you work with her this morning on a new ad campaign I've request to be pushed out over social media."

"That's great," said Emily, "I'm well versed in all the major platforms."

"Perfect," said Steve, "Do you remember where the marketing department is?"

"Yep, I remember," said Emily.

Steve said, "Ok good, why don't you head over there and connect with Veronica. She said she could keep you busy until lunch."

"Sounds good," said Emily, "I'll see you later."

Throughout the morning, the interaction between Emily and Veronica did not go well. Veronica was not aware of many nuances of social media, especially some of the newer platforms. Emily had no problem correcting Veronica and explaining how to do things better. Veronica did not appreciate Emily's knowledge.

When they wrapped up, Emily could sense that Veronica was not happy with her. She decided to try and smooth things over by inviting her to lunch and said, "Would you like to join me for lunch in the cafeteria?"

Veronica was going to decline but she didn't want to seem petty. She faked a smile and said, "Sure, sounds good."