Kiss My Feet Emily #4
She was entirely uninhibited, her submissive nature finding its ultimate expression in the complete adoration of her master's feet.
Kaitlyn’s head fell back, her eyes closing as she abandoned herself to the sensation. Her left foot began to move on its own, the smooth, stockingless sole sliding up Emily’s inner thigh, rubbing against the wet, exposed lips of Emily’s pussy.
"Ah... you're so good at this," Kaitlyn panted, her left foot sliding directly over Emily’s clit, using the soft skin of her arch to apply a heavy, grinding pressure against Emily's wetness. "Look at you... sucking my toes while I use my foot to make you come."
Emily let out a muffled scream against Kaitlyn’s toes, her eyes flying open as the dual stimulation pushed her straight to the edge.
The heavy friction of Kaitlyn’s beautiful, smooth sole against her dripping pussy, combined with the taste of Kaitlyn’s skin in her mouth, was too much to bear.
Her body went entirely rigid, her toes curling tight into the wood of the desk as a massive, shattering orgasm ripped through her, her walls clamping down hard as she came violently against the bottom of Kaitlyn's foot.
The aftershocks of Emily’s orgasm left her trembling, her forehead resting against the cool mahogany desk as her breathing slowly leveled out.
Her mouth was still wet from worshipping Kaitlyn’s feet, and the sole of Kaitlyn’s left foot remained pressed firmly against her dripping, sensitive core, trapping the fading electricity of the climax.
Kaitlyn sat entirely still on the edge of the desk, looking down at the young woman with a gaze that had gone from intensely predatory to fiercely possessive.
The cool, detached manager from the daytime hours was entirely gone.
In her place was a dominant woman who had finally tasted absolute control, and the sight of Emily completely spent and broken open beneath her was intoxicating.
Slowly, Kaitlyn withdrew her foot, leaving Emily’s wet thighs shivering from the sudden loss of contact.
"Sit up, Emily," Kaitlyn murmured.
Emily obeyed on instinct, her limbs heavy and uncooperative as she pushed herself up into a kneeling position.
Her blonde hair was a beautiful, tangled mess around her shoulders, and her cheeks were heavily flushed.
Her dark gray pleated skirt was still bunched around her waist, completely exposing the vivid, deep crimson welt marks across her bare ass—the unmistakable signature of Kaitlyn’s discipline.
Kaitlyn reached out, her fingers catching Emily’s chin and tilting her face upward. "Look at what we’ve done tonight. Look at how beautifully you take my direction."
"I... I wanted it so badly," Emily whispered, her voice husky and entirely devoid of corporate pretense. "I've never felt like this before, Kaitlyn. I’ve never wanted someone to just... take everything from me."
"Because you belong under my authority, Emily," Kaitlyn said, her voice dropping into a dark, velvety register that sent a fresh spike of heat straight to Emily's core. "In this office, behind that locked door, your only job is to please me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," Emily breathed, her eyes locking onto Kaitlyn’s with absolute devotion.
Kaitlyn’s gaze drifted back down to Emily’s bare, marked thighs and then down to her own feet resting on the leather chair.
A wicked, experimental thought crossed her mind—a desire to test just how far Emily’s submission would bend.
At home, Kaitlyn always had to be the good, traditional wife, carefully managing her husband's expectations and playing the submissive role perfectly.
But here, Emily was a blank canvas, entirely eager to absorb whatever Kaitlyn desired.
"Get down on the floor," Kaitlyn commanded, her tone shifting into something sharper, cooler, and entirely unyielding. "On your back."
Emily’s pulse quickened. The cool air of the office hit her naked bottom as she slid off the edge of the mahogany desk, her bare feet meeting the soft carpet.
She lay down on her back right beside Kaitlyn’s executive chair, her knees bent and her legs slightly parted, looking up at the towering silhouette of her manager.
Kaitlyn leaned back into her leather chair, crossing her legs. Her bare, crimson-tipped right foot dangled directly over Emily’s face.
"You did a beautiful job cleaning my feet with your mouth, Emily," Kaitlyn said, a slow, dominant smile spreading across her lips. "But I want to see how well you can handle them when I’m the one in control. Spread your legs a little wider."
Emily complied instantly, shifting her hips on the carpet until her thighs were wide open, her wet, swollen pussy completely exposed to the dim office light.
Kaitlyn lowered her right foot, pressing the smooth, warm skin of her sole directly against Emily’s chest, right between her breasts.
She applied a firm, grounding pressure, pinning the young woman to the floor.
Emily let out a soft gasp, her hands instinctively rising to grip Kaitlyn’s ankle, but she didn't push it away.
She loved the heavy, humiliating weight of it.
"Keep your hands at your sides, Emily. Don't touch me unless I tell you to," Kaitlyn ordered softly.
Emily dropped her hands back to the carpet, her fingers curling into the fabric of the rug.
Slowly, Kaitlyn slid her foot down Emily’s torso.
The smooth arch of her foot dragged over the silk of Emily’s blouse, the pressure heavy and deliberate.
Emily watched in a trance as Kaitlyn’s beautiful, bare foot moved past her navel, down the front of her pleated skirt, and finally made direct contact with the dripping, hot skin of her pussy.
Kaitlyn didn't use her fingers this time. She used her toes.
With a practiced, torturous precision, Kaitlyn began to curl her crimson tipped toes around Emily’s sensitive clitoris.
The soft, smooth skin of Kaitlyn's digits gripped and pinched the swollen bud, sending waves of intense, localized pleasure straight through Emily’s lower abdomen.
Emily let out a loud, ragged moan, her hips arching off the floor as she tried to push herself harder against the soles of her manager's feet.
"Ah... god, Kaitlyn! Please," Emily cried out, her head rolling side to side on the carpet.
"Shh. Stay still for me," Kaitlyn murmured, her eyes locked onto Emily’s face, reading every spasm of pleasure. She shifted her heel, burying it deep into Emily’s core, while using her toes to ruthlessly manipulate her clit. The wet, friction-filled friction sounds filled the space between them.
Kaitlyn’s foot was becoming thoroughly drenched in Emily’s slick, sweet arousal.
The sight of her own bare, manicured foot completely dominating her new hire's most intimate space was driving Kaitlyn’s own desire to a breaking point.
For weeks, she had admired Emily from a distance, hiding behind spreadsheets and corporate jargon.
Now, she had the girl entirely at her feet, weeping with pleasure from the simple touch of her toes.
"You're so wet, Emily," Kaitlyn whispered, her voice rough with her own building arousal. "You’re painting my sole with yourself."
"I want to... I want to come again, mistress," Emily pleaded, her eyes glassy, her body trembling on the verge of another massive release.
"Not yet," Kaitlyn said, a cruel, beautiful edge to her voice. She suddenly pulled her foot away, leaving Emily stranded at the very peak of her arousal.
Kaitlyn stood up from her chair, her bare feet stepping into the wet patch on the carpet. She looked down at Emily, her breathing ragged, her heart pounding beneath her silk blouse.
"Get up, Emily. Strip the rest of those clothes off," Kaitlyn commanded, her hands moving to the buttons of her own blouse. "The desk is clean, and I am done waiting."
The sound of the rain outside had grown into a steady, rhythmic roar, completely insulating the corner office from the rest of the world.
Emily didn't hesitate. Standing on the plush carpet, her limbs still tingling from the residual sting of the leather portfolio and the agonizing tease of Kaitlyn's toes, she began to strip.
She unbuttoned her silk blouse with trembling fingers, letting it fall to join the discarded hosiery on the floor.
Next came her dark gray pleated skirt. She stepped out of it completely bare, save for the intense, dark red welts crisscrossing the pale skin of her buttocks.
She stood before her manager entirely exposed, her chest heaving, her swollen pussy glistening wetly in the low lamplight.
Kaitlyn was already stripping off her own silk blouse and slip.
For the first time, Emily saw her manager completely naked.
At thirty-six, Kaitlyn’s body was mature, elegant, and breathtakingly toned.
Her breasts were full, her waist narrow, and her skin bore the golden tan of someone who maintained a pristine exterior.
But looking into Kaitlyn’s eyes, Emily didn't see the corporate executive.
She saw a woman entirely unburdened by her secrets, a dominant force finally unleashed.
"Look at you," Kaitlyn murmured, her voice raw as she stepped into Emily's space.
She reached out, her cool palms flattening against Emily’s bare hips, her thumbs lightly brushing the outer edges of the angry red marks she had carved onto the younger woman's skin.
"You are absolute perfection, Emily. Every inch of you."
"I am yours," Emily whispered, leaning her forehead against Kaitlyn’s bare shoulder, inhaling the deep, intoxicating scent of jasmine, amber, and the warm musk of skin.
"I’ve wanted this since my first week. Every time you spoke to me, every time you corrected my work... I just wanted to be closer to you."
Kaitlyn let out a low, shuddering breath, her arms wrapping tightly around Emily’s naked back, pulling their bodies flush against one another.
The sensation of their bare breasts pressing together, their nipples hardening against each other's skin, sent a jolt of electricity straight down to Emily's thighs.
"You have no idea what it has been like for me, Emily," Kaitlyn confessed, her voice dropping into a fierce, quiet hiss against Emily's ear.