Chapter 12: The Lakehouse
Samantha walked into the office just behind Joe. He didn't notice her. 'From today, everything would change,' she thought. She was quickly reminded of Joe's situation as she noticed Natasha walk past Joe with disgust on her face. She was an intern in the legal department and was also very young. Natasha was deeply infatuated with him. Now, she walked like she didn't want anything to do with him.
She went to their cabin and settled on her desk. Maya was already working. "You know, people are looking at him weirdly," she said. Maya hummed and nodded. "How would he talk to his seniors, now?" Maya shrugged. "You don't care?" she asked.
"No," she turned to her.
"You should show some concern for him."
"You have to learn this, Sam," she said, "A slave's problems are below his mistress. If I show concern for his feelings now, where would that end? Do I have to think about his feelings while he was doing my work? Or when I punish him?" She looked at Joe who was nodding.
"But,"
"Tsk, tsk," Maya shook her head and she stopped speaking. Sometimes, Maya had this authority you just can't help but concede. She had once seen the Vice President of the company mumble before her. She swirled her chair around and said, "Come, Joe, let's practice positions." She emphasized his name, probably to let her know that she was only using it because of her request.
Joe stood up and quickly walked to her. "Kneel," she said immediately. He did so. He straightened his back, placed his hands on his knees, and waited. Samantha sat there baffled and also worried that someone might walk in on them. He stayed in that same position as the minutes passed. She could only imagine how much that would hurt his knees. She felt an increasing distaste towards Maya for making him do this. Then she remembered how she made him crawl to clean her floor. She thought this was not any different from what she made him do the other day. And she was reminded of Maya's words earlier, 'A slave's problems are below his mistress.' She didn't appreciate the usage of the word 'Slave' but she decided she had to be less sensitive when it comes to him.
"Display," Maya commanded after what felt like hours. He spread his legs wide, still kneeling, and linked his hands through fingers at the back of his head. She noted that if he was naked, he would be fully exposing himself. She made him wait like that for a few more minutes before ordering, "Endure." He readjusted to only balance himself on his toes. It was like a crouch but if you only crouch on the toes of your both feet. The hand position hadn't changed, they stayed at the back of his head. 'This is the most painful of all,' she thought. Maya must've thought the same too because she didn't even make him stay like that for a minute. "Footstool," Maya said raising her feet off the floor. He got on all fours and lowered himself. He slanted his back and put his face down with his cheek touching the ground. She realized Maya intended to use his face as her footstool as she lowered her foot on it. The heel of her shoe dug into his cheek. He opened his mouth to brace the impact but the more he opened his mouth the more the heel dug into his cheek. He didn't make any noise but she knew it hurt him. She crossed her leg over her ankle leaving the other foot just over his neck. Maya shifted her feet from time to time. Samantha felt hot. She knew she shouldn't feel like that. She wanted to pleasure herself but decided otherwise. Seeing all this, she felt she wanted to do these things to him. Maya looked at her and raised her eyebrows.
"Fine, you win. You can let him go, now," she said.
"Why would I do that?" she smirked, "You know, it is so advantageous to have your colleague as your footboy. You can use him where ever you want. So, I'm using him," Maya said.
Samantha nodded. Samantha pleasured herself thoroughly after going home from work. The days continued with almost the same routine at work. Joe would complete his work quickly and they would practice these positions. She learned more positions from their practice. She also noticed Maya liked more of the foot stuff than the shoe thing. She always had her toes in his mouth whenever she could. She could understand the pleasure when a warm mouth covered her bare toes. But for her, domination with her shoes signified power and control. So, she liked shoe fetish more. She also made a deal with Maya. She would get him for like two hours in the evening every day and one day on the weekend. Every day, she made him clean her shoes, wash her clothes including her delicates, and if possible, her house too.
It was not any different on Thursday evening. Maya had rotated her chair to the side and had Joe kneeling in front of her. She had her one stocking-clad foot on his shoulder and the other, barefoot, in his mouth. She dipped her toes in and out of his mouth. She craned her head back and said, "Sam, his tongue is wonderous," she let out a soft moan. None could hear it outside, at least she hoped that. "If he can do this with my foot, just imagine what he can do there," she signaled to her crotch.
Samantha couldn't imagine it because of Harry, of course. But she had to commend his skills. She could see that he was becoming very proficient in his work. Every tap, every lick, and every little swirl was intentional and wonderful. Yesterday, she did make him lick her barefoot. Before that, he seemed a little hesitant to smell her feet but that had quickly passed. Now, she looked at him, twirling his tongue around Maya's toes trying to taunt her. She clenched her fists on the keyboard and her toes curled involuntarily in her stilettos.
"Ahm," she cleared her throat. Maya didn't respond but she could see the corner of her smile. Joe was openly smiling at her effort.
"Maya?" she called.
"Yes, Sam," she said not looking at her.
She gulped and said, "Can I?"
This time she looked at her. She said with a smile, "Can you what?"
"Can I?" she signaled toward Joe, who was still sucking on her toes.
"I don't understand, dear. Can you be more specific?" she was grinning now.
Samantha sighed and said slowly, "Can I use him?"
"Oh, that," she said, "Sure, you can. Slave, mistress Samantha wants to use you. Be useful."
"Maya?" she called warningly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call him a slave. It is a force of habit," she said. Joe's transfer from Maya to her didn't happen quickly enough. They had some weird ritual going on. First, he kissed her barefoot before putting on her stocking over her leg. Then, he kissed her both stocking-clad feet. He put on her shoes and kissed them. Then, he kissed them again, twice on her each shoe before leaving her. He didn't get up onto his feet. He just crawled toward her. She was heated up looking at him do that. She exchanged a smile with Maya.