Office Submission Falling Further

I sat in my office stunned. Brianna had just left, looking hotter than ever in her fitted, black dress with a metal zipper down the spine, black pantyhose, and knee-high, black, leather boots. Her brown hair was in a tight ponytail, as usual, and she had her normal, bookish glasses. Her frame was a bit larger, and more athletic, than the other female associates. She looked like a cross between an office professional and dominatrix. And she was my Associate.

Well, not "my" Associate. She was an Associate at the firm where I was a partner, and for the past week she's been helping me with a client. It was all normal, except for me constantly being turned on by her pantyhose, which she wore every day. I kept my obsession hidden, or so I thought until last night, when she told me she noticed my lingering eye. Instead of being mad, she leaned into my desires, allowing me to worship her feet and legs before having me get her off with my tongue and face through her pantyhose.

While I knew it was wrong, I couldn't resist her spell. I had never experienced something as complete as that. I had fully given myself to her. I had been fully immersed in her pantyhose-clad thighs and pussy, and it had been pure bliss. All my senses were overloaded as I worshiped this gorgeous, strong woman. While amazing, my act of pure submission to her, changed our relationship (not to mention what HR would say). This young Associate was now my superior, and she demonstrated it by making me do her work until late last night, while also cleaning her pantyhose and panties. She had then marched into my office this morning, as if to remind me that she was now the "boss".

I hid in my office most of the day. Mostly I was on calls, per normal, but I also avoided going to the floor for Associate help, trying to avoid that entire area. Instead I would e-mail people or focus on work I could do. In general, though, I was unproductive. I was tired from last night, having gotten only two hours of sleep and my mind continued to go to Brianna and what happened. While I knew that it was a bad idea, I was desperate to see her again, today's outfit making me rock-hard, as she likely intended, but I had no idea how to make that happen. I snuck peaks of her whenever she walked by my office, which seemed more often than normal today, wanting to feel and taste her dominant, leather boots and longing to have my head between her muscular thighs, her soft pantyhose caressing my head and moist pussy warming me. I needed to submit to her again.

Late in the day, the client Brianna and I had been working on last night got back to us. Our - Brianna's - idea had been successful, and the other party had given in to our client's demands. Given our work, they had another issue for which they wanted our support urgently. They needed us to prepare a memo for them by tomorrow about how to address the new problem.

Given the context, I knew I needed Brianna's help on this, so I had my assistant call her into my office. To my surprise, my assistant said Brianna was busy, but I could go by her desk if I needed something. I quickly jumped up and went over. She was standing by her desk when I arrived. With her heels, she was an inch or so taller than me, and her frame was around my size, but she exuded a power today that made me feel much, much smaller. I told her the good news, congratulated her for her great work, and asked her for help tonight on the new memo. She said "My pleasure, Max," and looked down at me with a sly smile.

After about an hour, she marched into my office again, closing the door behind her.

"I can't work out there with the others distracting me. I'm using your desk." she stated matter-of-factly.

I looked up at her quizzically.

She then continued, a bit impatiently, "Well, get up. I'm using your desk."

I stood up and picked-up my papers and laptop from the desk. She quickly sat down, set up her things, and began to work, ignoring me completely. Confused, I went over to the table in my office, sat down, and began to work from there.

After about 15 minutes, she asked me to grab her a water from the kitchen. I quickly complied, picking one up for myself. The office was mostly empty now. I returned, placing her water on my desk and sat back down at the table.

She was quiet for a minute, then looked out the window to the main office floor. After a couple seconds, she slowly stood up and walked over to me. My heart raced as she stood above me, emanating power. I felt small, weak, and slightly afraid.

Then she looked down at me and spoke: "You know, most of the other Associates have left. It's not really fair for me to be here. I think my pantyhose slave of a boss should be doing this work for his Mistress."

"L-l-Look, Brianna," I pleaded, my heart pumping even faster. "I-I-I'm happy to help you and d-d-do things for you, but I can't do all your work. Plus, you're really good at this. That's why I brought you in."

"Why don't you follow me over here, and we can discuss," she ordered, walking back to my desk chair. "And stay on your knees, Slave."

The dominance in her voice compelled me, and I followed my Mistress on hands and knees back to my desk. When we arrived, she sat down in my chair and motioned me under the desk.

"Now, pet, what was that about me doing work for you?" she asked teasingly, as she rubbed my head. "I am your Mistress and you are my Slave. You will do whatever I ask of you."

Being so close to her boots, with the long metal heel and strong, leather smell, I believed her. She then picked up her right boot and pressed her dirty sole into my face, the stiletto pressing against my throat, commanding: "If you agree to this, please polish my boots with your tongue."

I couldn't help myself. Kneeling in front of her. Her dominating language. The smell of her boots and pantyhose. And the physical domination of her dirty boot in my face, heel hurting my neck. I gave into my submissive desires and kissed the sole of her boot. I gave it more kisses and then took the heel in my mouth, sucking it, which earned a dismissive laugh. I worked my way to the top of the boot and began licking the leather until it shone. When I pulled up from the first boot, she then put the other in my face and I repeated the action, moaning as I did.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, looking up at her stern, brown eyes when I was finished, knowing I had just formally agreed to be her slave. "Thank you for taking me as your slave and for letting me polish your boots. The leather is so soft and smooth and smells amazing. I hope you like my work."

"Good job, slave," she said. "I like your enthusiasm."

All of the sudden I heard the door open, and the voice of another Associate, Alice.

"Hi M-, oh hey Bri. I didn't expect you here. Do you know where Max is? I finished the memo he asked for, and I wanted him to review it."

"You can just leave it here, Alice," responded Brianna. "Max is occupied on an urgent matter at the moment, but I will be sure he gets it."

"Uh, alright, I guess," said Alice.

I then heard her walking through the room, drop something on the desk above me, and leave. After I heard the door close, I looked up at Brianna in askance.

"Don't worry, Max" she assured me, "Alice didn't see anything. And even if she did, she probably would be too stupid to figure it out, that dumb cunt."

Alice was traditionally pretty. Very petite with flowing, blonde hair and always dressed well. The other male Associates all seemed to like her, so maybe that had struck a chord with Brianna. As a lawyer, though, Brianna was clearly better.

"Anyway," continued Brianna, "as I said, it is too late for me to be here, so I don't have time for anymore foreplay. Get in there and do your job, Slave."

With that, she opened her thighs and pulled my head in. To my surprise, my face was plastered right against her wet pussy. While it looked like she had pantyhose on when she was standing, her stockings were just thigh-high, and she wasn't wearing any panties. My endorphins exploded from being able to taste her directly, and my dick grow hard instantly. I slurped all that I could, like a dog drinking water while exploring her insides with my tongue, alternating sticking it insider her and looping around her soft lips. I realized that I was here to pleasure my Mistress, so I moved to her clit flicking it with my tongue as she held my head in tight and moaned. As she got closer, her strong thighs closed around my head like a vise, so I could barely breathe. I kept going, though, caring only about the desire to pleasure my Mistress. I was on the verge of blacking out, when I felt her hits start to shake, giving me some air. The shaking became more violent, and it felt like she was assaulting me with her hips her hips as she held my head in place. I continued to do my best to lick like a desperate junkie needing another hit, but she then pushed me away authoritatively and slide back in her chair.

I must have had a dejected look on my face, as she consoled me. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to worship me, Slave, and drink my nectar," she said. She then stood up, now towering above me, and continued, "and I expect the memo before I arrive tomorrow, just like today."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "Thank you for letting me taste you tonight."

I then leaned in to kiss her crotch from outside her dress, as on the prior night, but she put her boot on my chest and easily pushed me away.

"Kiss my boot," she commanded.

i immediately bent down and kissed her boot. While she made is seem like a punishment, I enjoyed having my lips on the supple leather again. Even the opportunity to demonstrate my submission to her felt good. As I kissed, she notices my still-hard penis.

"So, you really do enjoy submitting to your Mistress. Good. But I find men better when they are hungry," she said, and then shifted her boot down so the stiletto pressed against my penis, causing it to shrink and me to shriek quietly in pain. She then walked out of my office, unceremoniously, leaving the door open.

I slowly got up, checking to see if anyone could see. Thankfully, no one was in eyesight of my door. I quickly adjusted myself and sat back at my desk. It was another long night, as I had to review Alice's memo and finish Brianna's memo for my client. I managed to finish around 1am, and without any laundry, could go straight to bed, her tantalizing taste lingering in my mouth.