As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.
As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18 and none of their actions are illegal in my country of residence.
Too good to be true. Chapter 03.
For almost the first time in his young working life, James looked forward to going into the office.
The events of the last two days - so opposite in how they had affected him - had his brain muddled. He was careful to be on his best behaviour at all times and checked to see that none of the NON-Design staff were around when he opened and closed doors, left things in the kitchen or passed through reception. He did not want to block anyone walking through or leave dirty crockery in the sink. All in all, although he had not realised it, James had become a nicer person, even though he had always tried to be kind and helpful.
Simon had been in a good mood too, until he arrived at work and spoke with Sarah.
"I'll have to take a raincheck on tomorrow night," she said, her eyes looking at the ground rather than him. "Some friends are coming in from out of town and we will probably go out dancing. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?"
James had seen this look and recognised the tone of voice enough to know she was not being totally honest with him. He had no idea why she had changed her mind so quickly, but she would say nothing more. 'Oh, well! Looks like I am going out with Louise, he thought'.
He reached the office and found James there and told him the news. James commiserated with him, but said he was sure they would have fun with Bron and Louise. "I hope so," Simon replied, "at least I might get a hold on those fucking huge knockers."
James said nothing!
Ben had arrived a bit later that Thursday having been to see a prospective customer first, and it was almost 11am when he finally arrived. He had received a text message from Diane, asking him to call in to her office to see her, before he started work. She had not advised why.
As usual, Diane was on the phone when he arrived, so he waited at the door. A woman he didn't know went into the office while he waited and opened some files on Diane's desk. Clearly this work was related to the phone call as they pored over the paperwork, pointing things out as Diane spoke on the phone.
After a few more minutes, she indicated he should come in and pointed to the little table and chairs they had sat in when discussing Ben occupying the building. He was trying not to listen, but obviously he heard some of what they were discussing. It was about a building, that much he understood, but the numbers - in the hundreds of thousands - were very surprising.
Diane settled back in her seat and waved for Ben to cross the room to where she was, and, to Ben's horror, indicated he should kneel down. "Kneel!" she said, indicating again with her finger that he should kneel by her feet. She offered a "Hold on a moment," comment to the person on the other end of the phone and spoke to Ben.
"Take my shoes off carefully and massage my feet please. They feel a bit tight today!"
Ben looked at her, then looked to the other woman, then looked back again, just in time to see her face turn into a frown, and her finger reinforcing where he was expected to be. The other woman took no notice of him, not even looking up from the paperwork file she was reading through. Ben dropped to his knees and carefully removed her shoes. At least they just had one strap to undo, not various straps and buckles, like some of the ones his wife had worn.
He could tell he was going red as he started to massage Diane's right foot. He had an idea how to do it from his married life but was not sure if she needed the same rubbing style, he was used to giving. He started on the instep and smoothed around the sides, before gripping the heel with one hand and the ankle with the other. There was no cream to use, so he just kept the pressure light. He took quick glances to see if Diane was giving him any further guidance, but she was concentrating on her phone call. The other woman spoke to Diane to give information about whatever they were discussing, but never looked at Ben, nor said anything.
It took another 10 minutes for Diane to wind up the call, giving Ben time to do both feet and consider her calves and thighs. Her thighs were big, muscled and looked very strong; he would not want to get caught between them, he decided.
The other woman passed over the last document from her file and Diane signed it, then handed it back. As the woman turned to leave, Diane spoke loudly "STAY!" The woman stopped, but Diane said "oh sorry, Ally, I meant him. I will see you later with the last of the costs." Ally indicated that she would be back in a couple of hours or so.
Ignoring Ben, Diane went back to working on whatever it was, humming to herself as she wrote. Ten minutes later, Ben was still kneeling by her feet and had sunk down a little so he was sitting rather than kneeling. He also found from this position that he could see up Diane's skirt again, but this time, as well as bare skin, he could see some bright red panties tight over her pussy. As Ben started to fidget because neither position was comfortable, it caused Diane to put her pen on the desk and look down to him, at her feet.
"That will not do! Go and get some cream. Sarah has some in the reception desk. Make sure you tell her exactly what you want, and why. Remember the cakes - never assume!"
Ben twisted around to stand up and turned to walk down the stairs to the reception. Sarah was surprised to see him again - he had only been in the office for about 25 minutes - and even more surprised with his request. She knew Diane liked playing games with men, but they rarely stayed around long enough for her to get used to them. This one seemed to be very 'agreeable' and his sons had been nice and polite to her in the first few days they had been there.
"Which one do you want?" she asked, "Think how you reply............!"
Ben considered the question and decided to ask Sarah which she would suggest - "How many are there?"
"Well, there are 3," she replied, and I really do not know which one Diane would prefer. Probably best if you go back up and ask her. You will need to take the stairs as the engineer is working on the elevator right now!" Ben couldn't see him but took Sarah's words to be true. He walked over to the stairs and climbed back up, 2 at a time. He arrived back at Diane's office to find her in conversation with Bron and Louise.
"Sorry, Diane! Which of the creams would you prefer - there are 3 different ones."
"Oh, right. Hmmmm.... What are the scents?"
Ben realised he had not asked Sarah, who had just said there were three! "Oh, sorry, I forgot to ask! What flavour would you prefer?"
Bron and Louise looked at him, a hint of a smile on their faces.
"I cannot remember what the choices are either! Best go and ask her.!"
Ben looked at her, and decided not to argue as she did not look as happy as her daughters did. He turned and walked back to the elevator, then remembered it was out of action. He turned and went through the door to the stairs and returned to the reception.
"I remember you said there were three different ones, Sarah. What are the scents? I never asked!"
Sarah looked at him with that same smile on her face from when he had brought the wrong cakes. "I know!" She said, displaying her bright smile. "They are in that cupboard by the window, over there..." she said, pointing to a small unit by the entrance door. Come on, let us go and see."
They walked over to the unit which was only about 18inches high and had a small cupboard at the bottom and a drawer at the top. Sarah advised they were in the cupboard, probably near the back and suggested he would probably find them easier if he kneeled down and looked in. He could see three bottles, right at the back, and reached in for them. Two were white with an orange flip top lid, the other blue with a dispensing nozzle.
Camomile and Watergrass? Very odd, he thought. Mandarin Orange and Peach? That sounded nice. Patchouli! Oh, that does not sound nice, remembering his mother had worn Patchouli fragrance and he hated it.
