The following morning I arrived for work exactly on time just as she had said I should. I had dispensed with the suit in favour of a smart but casual look. Mrs... what was her name? It dawned on me that although I had eaten her pussy the previous day that I didn't even know her name.
"Good morning Jo..." she began to greet me as she lifted her head up from the box of multicoloured ribbons on the counter then stopped short. "What's this!!!" she exclaimed while flicking the back of her hand towards me.
"I thought that...." I began to say. Ok I wasn't dressed in a suit but I wasn't worth the distasteful look she gave me.
"STOP!!!" she shouted at me and raised her palm towards me for added effect. "You do not think anymore. A tie will always be worn for work. My customers expect nothing less. You are a disgrace but lucky for you I have a tie in the back room." She turned away from me and barked for me to follow.
Quickly chasing after her I saw today that although she was still dressed in black that she wore a pair of what looked like jodhpur pants instead of a skirt. I watched the full globes of her ass clench and unclench with every step she made. Damn she looked good, whom am I kidding because she looked better than good. To my teenage eyes she looked the epitome of sex on legs. I felt a familiar pulse from my prick.
'The storeroom looks as old and dusty as the shop itself' I thought to myself as I scanned around the cardboard box laden shelves. Suddenly she spun round to face me clasping a tie in her hand. "Here this will do for now."
As I reached out for it she purposely released her grip on it before I had a chance to take it from her. "You clumsy boy pick it up." She calmly said. This bothered me more than the scorn and shouting she normally laid on me. If anyone else had talked to me like she did I would have soon told him or her which cliff to jump off. But this woman was different to anyone else I had ever met before. She didn't just demand respect she also expected it like it would be second nature. Now I know that it sounds like she is a dominatrix but it isn't quiet like that. The closest I can come to is that we follow our mothers orders without a second thought, and although my boss is harsher I don't feel that there is any malice behind her words... well at least I hope not.
Dropping to my haunches I went to pick the tie up. I instantly regretted gasping out loud and I had to quickly put my hand onto the floor to balance myself as my eyes saw for the first time what she wore on her feet. They were of course made from the same kind of shiny black patent leather that she was fond of wearing, but these were also open toed. I hadn't noticed any lines through her jodhpurs when just moments ago I had been ogling her ass. So that must mean that the black nylon stretching over her toes were pantyhose and not stockings. My heart began to beat faster and seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as I fought the almost irresistible urge to kiss those gorgeous painted feet.
The tinkling of the little bell above the door in the store dragged me kicking and screaming back to reality. "Ah a customer. Hurry up boy and make yourself presentable." She grinned down at my upturned face before she waltzed past me into the store.
She knew what she was doing. She knew she was teasing me to distraction. Yesterday, after eating her offered pussy like a starving puppy, she knew she had me hook, line and sinker. I hastily knotted the tie around my neck and after adjusting my iron hard prick into what I hoped was a less noticeable position I followed after her.
"Ah so this is the young man you were telling me about Rosemary." Smiled a woman just as buxom as my boss.
"Yes this is him." She replied back "He doesn't know how things work around here yet but he is eager so I will soon have him whipped into shape."
"Yes. Yes I can imagine you will dear." They both shared a laugh at my expense that didn't help because I was blushing so much.
