TURNING THE TABLES

I ran a pretty tight ship at my downtown public relations firm. Some people called me a taskmaster but I don’t know how else to maintain a productive and efficient work environment. My partner, Gail Vernon, is a woman whom I’ve conquered on countless occasions; however, our relations have cooled somewhat owing to her knowledge of my other conquests at the office.

A financially successful man draws remarkable looking women to him like planets to a star. It’s a fact of nature and I may be so bold as to say that my staff was a collection of some of the most attractive women I’ve laid eyes on in this town. Gail was rather pretty; otherwise I wouldn’t have slept with her as often as I did. Not six months ago we took on a lovely young associate by the name of Veronica Patterson to assist in business which, to be perfectly frank, was booming. We were soon spending many evenings together during which she would cater to my every need; and I was a very happy man indeed. Under the three of us, and under me on numerous occasions, were our three secretaries Carol, Monique and Lisa, three fine specimens of womanhood, but all possessed of a great deal of malice as I would later discover. We’d also taken on an intern and a typist, both on a part-time basis, to help with the neverending overflow of work. I’d handpicked all of these young women to suit my professional taste, not to mention my aesthetic taste.

Gail would always tease me about my tendency to hire only attractive young women who might be thrilled to receive the attentions of an older and more experienced man. I don’t mean to sound boastful when I say this but, during the last six months, I’ve laid all of them except for the intern who’s professionalism apparently leaves no room for pleasure. I’ve always fancied myself a sultan who keeps a private room of women to gratify his desires; and, considering the current situation, I couldn’t say that I was disappointed with what I’d accomplished.

Unfortunately, some of the other women were not as appreciative of my sexual generosity as I’d imagined they would be. My advances to a number of my girls were rebuffed owing, apparently, to the fact that I’ve placed my affections elsewhere. I’ve disappointed a few women, namely my secretary Carol who, I suppose, wanted to maintain the illusion of being the only object of my desire. Such grumblings have manifested themselves in other forms and I was lectured by one of the secretaries for laying a hand on her behind, something which, until then, elicited no complaints. Fortunately, Lisa, Veronica’s secretary would still greet the friendly pat on the rump with a hearty laugh.

I may have made some enemies but I still had some friends; or so I thought. The knot of disagreement centered around my secretary Carol who told me that if I touched her behind again she’d tear off my balls. I was too shocked to fire her on the spot, but I felt, at the time, that I would be able to bring her back to the fold. Of course, for the first time in my life, I’d made the wrong decision, but I didn’t know that at the time. Her spirit of disagreement infected Gail’s secretary, Monique, in addition to the part-time typist. My work requests would be met with complaints that I worked them too hard and that they needed more time to complete the work. I don’t think they understood that a business doesn’t run itself but runs on sweat and tears. We would not be able to maintain our success if the office staff took it upon themselves to conclude that they were not going to work very hard. Monique even had the effrontery to ask for higher wages if she was going to be on her feet all day. I silenced her when I told her that she was free to find a better job at a higher wage.

I placed much of the increasing workload onto Veronica, her secretary Lisa and the intern, Rachel, who, as a result, began to work for us full-time. I was glad to see more of the Rachel and decided that the time was ripe to elevate our professional relationship into something more lively and meaningful. Unfortunately, my secretary and Gail’s secretary took her into their knot of disagreement before I really had an opportunity to charm her. Consequently, Rachel maintained a considerable reserve with me. It wasn’t long before Veronica’s secretary, and even the intern, turned against me by complaining that I made them work too hard and that I should hire some new employees to handle the work load.

I explained that it wasn’t economical to hire new employees if the current employees could handle the work load if only they worked hard enough. Lisa asked me if she could work with her shoes off because her feet hurt, but I told her that it would be unseemly for office staff to walk around n stocking feet and that she would never succeed if she couldn’t handle a little pain. This silenced her. However, that wasn’t the only complaint about sore feet. My secretary, Carol, claimed that her feet were sore from running around the office all the time; but she was in no position to complain now that I’d given much of her workload to the others. Nonetheless, Carol dared to inform me that if I worked them so hard that I could at the very least provide them with foot rubs. When I told her that her sore feet were her problem, she quickly responded that if I weren’t careful she’d make her feet my problem. I concluded that feminine problems must have made her irritable and let it go; this was my second mistake.

My partner Gail later took me to lunch to explain that the grumblings were being voiced in angry and vehement tones while I was away and that the women, even Veronica, were complaining to her that I took some perverse delight in working them too hard. I told Gail that it was my philosophy that if you don’t work hard you won’t succeed. She agreed but warned me that emotions at the office were volcanic and might erupt any day. She also mentioned that I could alleviate much of the disagreement by permitting everyone to work without shoes. I told her that a professional appearance is everything and that once everyone dresses down, the quality of the work deteriorates. Gail shook her head and told me that I couldn’t say she didn’t warn me. When I asked her to explain what she meant by warning me she just asked me to take it easy on everybody and that I’d even begun to order her about, treating her like the others. I sensed that she was going to complain about having been set aside so I could develop my relationships with the other employees, so I quickly changed the topic of conversation .

That week, the women said very little to me and I said very little to them. I would often walk by as they sat in groups and talked in hushed tones. I berated them for not attending to their duties and they dispersed to their respective work stations without talking back to me. It seemed that I’d finally stamped out this incipient rebellion by being strict and inflexible; unfortunately, I went the entire week without carnal knowledge of any of them and I found this extremely frustrating.

Friday began inauspiciously enough; however, it seemed that my girls were particularly friendly towards me and even quite receptive to my advances. A pat on a tender and gorgeous bottom was received with a courteous smile. It seemed that we would finally be able to pick up where we’d left off. Work got done without a single complaint; and Veronica invited me to her office at 5 for what I could only assume, at the time, to be the long overdue resumption of our carnal relations. Veronica drew me into her office, shut the door behind us and took me by the hand. She told me that she wanted to have a little fun now that Lisa had left for the day, since the two of them shared an office. She pulled me toward the center of the room, between the two desks and brought her mouth to mine.

We kissed briefly before she grabbed me gently by the lapels of my jacket and attempted to pull me to the floor. She then sat on my lap, facing me, and she gave me a prolonged and passionate kiss full on the mouth. She asked me to take off my jacket, which I promptly did. She then took her hands to my shoulders and pushed me to the floor; which I let her do. Still sitting on my lap with a leg on either side of me she proceeded to inch up my chest so that I could gaze up her skirt . She wasn’t wearing any underwear and before I knew it I had an erection that threatened to break free of my pants. She then grabbed me by the wrists and held them down over my head. Her breasts hung playfully over my face.

Veronica then screamed “ready.” I was in the process of telling her to lower her voice when the door burst open and the others poured in and threw themselves on me. Monique grabbed my feet; the part-time typist, Anne, sat on my ankles; Gail sat just below my crotch and Carol grabbed hold of my arms. I struggled to break free but there was too much weight on me. While the six of them held me down, I noticed that the intern was attaching rope to the legs of the desk just below my feet. I then looked behind me and noticed that Lisa was doing the same to the desk behind my head. I demanded to know what they were doing but Carol only told me to shut up and that I’d find out soon enough. Carol asked for the duck tape which the intern promptly passed to her. Carol tore off a long piece which she placed over my mouth so that I couldn’t speak.

She and Monique then took the liberty of calling me names like fuckface, motherfucker, little dick and smallcock. I was surprised by the filth that came out of their mouths especially since it was directed at me. Monique began to attach the rope to my ankles while Rachel helped. Lisa and Carol did the same to my wrists. I had to withstand a few minutes of verbal abuse before I felt the ropes on my ankles and wrists tighten. Carol said “alright” and everyone got up. All of them stood above me smiling and I was shocked to see Gail there as well. I struggled with the ropes but they were too tight. Carol wanted to know how it felt to be helpless; I was prepared with curses but I think they only heard a muffled shout; they laughed. Monique said that tonight the tables were finally turned and that they were now going to have a little fun with me. Lisa picked up one of the chairs and placed it just over the top of my chest. Carol then asked the others to take off their shoes and the sound of the black pumps, which I’d required as part of the dress code which also included tight shirts , short skirts and sheer black stockings, being thrown onto the floor. Carol looked over my face and asked me I had any objections to their being in their stocking feet. I attempted to speak through the tape but I couldn’t say anything. Again I heard laughter.

Carol then asked me if I had any objection to their resting their hot, tired feet on my face. I tried to urge them to stop this charade, and to promise them that they would no longer need to wear shoes at work, but I heard only a loud moan come from my mouth. Carol laughed and said that she was glad that I had no objections. She turned to the others and asked them who wanted to go first. I heard cries of “me,” “let me go,” and “let me” before hearing Carol ask Gail if she wanted to start. Gail said that maybe she’d watch for the time being. Carol responded by saying that as the boss Gail should go first and that since it was her idea to begin with she should be the first to benefit from it. I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t imagine that Gail would suggest that they humiliate me in this manner. Gail said O.K. and sat down on the chair. Monique sat behind me and squeezed my head tightly between her knees. I could see Gail looking down at me and there was a faint smile on her face. She said that she was sorry but that considering how I’d been behaving that I’d asked for it. I attempted to plead with her but again I couldn’t make myself heard.

Gail lifted her knees until I could see the soles of her black stocking feet above my face. As she wriggled her toes I noticed the pink of her polished toenails through the sheer stocking. She slowly lowered her feet until they almost brushed my face. I could already smell the heady aroma of her sweaty feet but I wouldn’t say that they smelled unpleasant. She slowly pressed her feet onto my face and cupped the toes of her left foot over my nose until it was completely buried in her toe groove. I could see the tips of her polished nails directly in front of my eye. She proceeded to rub the other foot over my cheeks, up to my forehead and then down to my chin. She playfully wiggled the toes which she’d placed over my nose and then giggled. I heard laughter coming from the others. Carol told me to take a deep breath through my nose but I tried to ignore her.

Carol then told me not to enjoy myself too much and even made so bold as to remark that I’d een put on the planet to sniff their sweaty, smelly feet. Carol then told me to sniff harder and, for the first time that evening, someone called me footboy. Gail pushed her foot up against my nose before lifting it off and replacing it with the other foot. I inhaled deeply as I really didn’t have much of a choice because of the duct tape. I noticed that she started to roll her stocking from her left leg down to her ankle, ultimately pulling it off at the toes. She wriggled her bare toes a bit and then replaced her stocking foot with her barefoot. I found the smell of her barefoot quite tolerable; but I knew that Gail took care of her feet and usually kept them very clean. I must say that she had beautiful feet, as far as feet go; they were soft, neatly pedicured and freshly painted; small and rather delicate. I would have gladly rubbed her feet but I think I would still have declined the opportunity of being forced to smell them. Anyway, she removed her other stocking and placed her other bare foot on my face. Some of the others laughed when Carol, once again, demanded that I show Gail some respect by sniffing harder.

Damned if I was going to do that, but every time I held my breath for a long period of time I would have to breath in all the more deeply. I decided that I was better off taking quick, regular short breaths. Gail continued to rub her feet all over my face, keeping my nose busy with the toes of at least one foot. She rubbed the underside of her bare toes under my nostrils as well as the tips of her toes. During this time, she was smiling as much as she used to when I would reluctantly but passionately perform oral sex on her.

I would estimate that between 10 and 15 minutes elapsed before Gail said that she had enough and pulled her feet from my face. Veronica remarked that she should have a go, especially since she was second in command. Veronica practically pushed Gail off the chair and then sat on it, pressing her stocking feet firmly on my face. I didn’t realize how fortunate I was to have Gail’s feet on my face until I received my first whiff of Veronica’s feet. The smell was strong and I almost chocked on the odor; however, I wouldn’t say that they smelled foul. They smelled like feet might smell after a long day at work so I wasn’t surprised. I think I objected most to the fact that Veronica seemed to relish the freedom of rubbing her feet on my face. She seemed to be trying to force her toes up my nose and did so with undue enthusiasm.

I noticed, through the stockings, that her toenails were unpolished. I suppose it could have been worse as her stocking feet had been drying for about fifteen minutes now; and dry feet are preferable to moist sweaty ones. Veronica demanded that I sniff harder and Carol seconded it. I continued to take small almost imperceptible sniffs but Veronica was getting frustrated. She said that she went out of her way not to wash her feet for two work days and she wanted to hear me sniffing her toes so that her effort would not be in vain. Carol commanded me to take a deep sniff and laughed before telling me that I had no manners and that I didn’t know how to treat a lady. Veronica continued to rub the toes of both her feet over my nostrils. I continued to breathe inaudibly.

Carol called me inconsiderate and said that she knew how to make me behave. She called the others over and whispered a few words to them. I heard some giggling before they disappeared. I soon felt the weight of two of them sitting on my left leg. I could feel the pressure on my ankle disappear as the rope was taken off. They brought that leg toward the other leg and someone held my ankles quite firmly. I then felt someone fiddling with my belt and then I could hear my pants being unzipped. Hands quickly and roughly pulled my pants down my legs. I knew that, at the time, I had an almost bestial erection and I felt my cheeks redden for shame of having it revealed to all of them. Carol whistled and said that she’d never seen my penis looking so splendid. They giggled as they pulled my pants and shorts off one leg and continued to giggle as they retied my ankle to the table leg and returned me to a spread eagle position. I soon felt slight pressure on my balls as a smooth, springy cord was would tightly around the top of my balls. I also felt something wound around the base of my cock.

A few minutes elapsed before a sharp tug on my cock and balls made me wince. Carol said that it worked and they all laughed. Carol then said that if I didn’t do as I was told that they’d give the cord a good tug and that if I was bad they’d pull on my cock and that if I was really bad they’d give my balls hell. They continued to laugh uncontrollably at my predicament. Monique then said that they could now make a real foot sniffer of me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so humiliated. Almost all of them have seen me naked but I’ve never been forced against my will to reveal my nakedness to all of them at once. I was mortified but when Veronica told me to take a deep breath, I inhaled long and hard. Veronica accepted that and said that that was more like it. I continued to sniff her smelly feet like I’d never sniffed before. The others laughed at my enthusiasm.

Veronica rubbed her stocking feet, from toe to heel, all over my face, but, like Gail, she spent the entire time with the toes of at least one foot pressed firmly up against my nostrils. After ten minutes, she said that I just wasn’t sniffing hard enough anymore; with that I felt a sharp tug at the base of my still erect cock and then loud peals of laughter. Veronica then said that my sniffing was abominable and then I felt another sharp tug on my testicles that made me wince and gasp for air. I took a deep breath which seemed to satisfy her. Carol then told her that she was running out of time and to try it with her bare feet before it was too late. Veronica pulled off her stockings one at a time and cupped the bare toes of one foot over my nose. I’d never really notice her feet before but they were larger than Gail’s, maybe size 7 1/2. She clearly took care of her feet and was in no need of a pedicure. Her toes were long compared with Gail’s little toes, and Veronica wriggled them quite energetically even after fifteen minutes of rubbing them in my face.

Carol then told her that she’d had enough and that it was her turn. She called me footboy which drew chuckles from the others. Veronica removed her feet from my face, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath but I couldn’t get the pungent foot sweat smell from my nostrils. Veronica stood up and told the others that it was great fun and that she wished that they’d thought of doing this to me sooner. Carol sat down and held her stocking clad feet above my face. Her feet were larger, maybe size 9, and as she wriggled her toes I noticed through the hose that her toenails were painted bright red. Carol asked me if I could smell them already, which I could even though she held them a foot away from my nose. She said that hadn’t washed her feet for several days in eager anticipation of this moment. It was an overpowering musky smell that was faintly cheesy. Carol then asked me if I remembered when I told her that she’d make her feet my problem.

“Well,” she said “now my feet are your problem;” and with that she pressed her warm feet firmly on my face and I was overcome by the smell. It wasn’t so bad that I wanted to throw up but unpleasant enough. Carol noticed my discomfort because she laughed and said “Enjoy them that much?” The others laughed too. She then told me that I could do better than that. I then felt a sharp tug at my cock and I then breathed in the odor of her feet as if I were breathing in the fragrance of fresh flowers. She told me that that was more like it as she stretched and wiggled her toes over my nose. Five minutes into this she began to pull off her stockings. She soon replaced her stocking feet with bare feet and I was relieved to be forced to sniff something that smelled far more pleasant than her stocking feet. I took a few deep breaths in appreciation but I was soon appalled with myself at feeling gratitude for being given the opportunity to sniff Carol’s smelly bare feet. She continued to rub her feet over my face and I notice the red on her toenails was so bright it was blinding.

I could make out large muscular feet that might belong to a dancer. I shouldn’t forget to mention that she lectured me, during this time, about how important it was to allow them enough time to take the pressure off their feet and that it was cruel of me not to allow them to take off their shoes because their feet got extremely hot and sweaty. She then told me that things were going to change and that from now on I would be required to give foot rubs whenever called for and that they would be working in their stocking feet from now on.

I heard some of the others say “Here, Here” and then giggle. And to ensure that I didn’t overwork them, Carol said that anyone would now have the opportunity of getting their feet sniffed by me between 5 and 6 p.m. after work. I heard cheering. Carol also said that there would no longer be a dress code except for the fact that I would not be able to wear anything more than a skimpy jock strap which she would bring to work on Monday; and that if I attempted to flout these rules, my cock and balls would answer for it. Again I felt a sharp pain in my testicles and I let out a long moan. They laughed. Carol asked me if this was acceptable. I attempted to tell her how I truly felt but I couldn’t say anything. She told me that she’d take that as a yes and everyone cheered. The others had already begun to rub their feet over my bare legs and even up my shirt.

PART 2

After fifteen minutes of sniffing Carol’s feet, she then told the others to take off the rest of my clothes. The rope was removed from one of my wrists as my shirt was unbuttoned and pulled up over my head along with my undershirt. They pulled my hand out of the shirt and reattached it to the table leg. A couple of the others promptly placed their stocking feet on my chest and began to rub my chest, stomach and arms with them while a few others continued to rub their feet over and between my legs. Carol then asked Monique if she wanted a turn. Carol stepped away and Monique took her place, placing her rather long, narrow but delicate stocking feet over my face, covering my eyes.

She said that she hadn’t washed her feet for two days and that she hoped I might enjoy them. The smell was powerful but nothing quite as rank as the smell of Carol’s stocking feet. Monique wiggled her toes through the sheer black sheath of her stockings and she begun to rub the tips of her toes under my nose. I noticed that her nails were painted a soft pink. She took a less vigorous approach than Veronica or Carol and used long sensuous strokes over my cheeks and nose. She rubbed my nose and chin against the ball of her feet and told the others that it felt wonderful. Carol agreed and said that my nose and chin probably gave a better footrub than my hands. Monique continued to rub her feet over my nose and squealed with delight. I’d never seen her in such ecstasy since I placed my hand between her legs on the plane during the last business trip. She enjoyed me like this for about fifteen minutes or so, during which time she removed her stockings and rubbed my face with her long smelly barefeet.

Lisa then asked if she could have a go. Monique pulled her feet from my face and stepped away as Lisa hopped into the hot seat. Always a tease, Lisa held her feet above my face and wriggled her toes as she slowly lowered them to my nose, caressing my nose with the big toe of her left foot. She then brought her big toe to my nostril and carefully plugged it as she rubbed her other stocking foot over the rest of my face. I noticed small feet with little plump toes and that the toenails were unpolished. I didn’t really notice much of a smell but felt quite relieved that Carol’s stockings were no where near my face.

I might not have been breathing very hard because she said that it wasn’t fair that I took deep sniffs with the others and not with her. I felt a sharp pain in my cock, followed by two sharp pains in my testicles that almost made me tear. I promptly took a succession of deep breaths until Lisa had been mollified. She slowly rolled off her stockings and I spent the next twelve minutes or so sniffing her bare heels, soles and toes. Just before Lisa finished, the door swung open and a young woman I’d never seen before stepped inside. She looked at me and then spoke to Carol saying that she couldn’t believe that she was really serious about this foot-sniffing business. She sat down somewhere and I heard her say that she wouldn’t mind having a go. Carol told her to take her shoes off and that all good things came to those who wait. Lisa told this woman to be sure to rub the balls of her feet over my nose and chin because it was quite relaxing; and Lisa did just that.

Carol then told Lisa that her time was up and Anne, the typist, stepped over me and sat on the chair. She placed her feet on my chest and slowly brought them up my neck and onto my face as Carol held my head tight between her knees. As Anne brought her toes up to my nose I noticed that the nails were painted black, or maybe dark red; but it was hard to make them out through her hose. I was again relieved to sniff toes which were musky without being fetid, strong smelling without smelling foul. I breathed in the odor as she playfully wriggles her long toes over my nose. As Anne amused herself, I heard the other woman mention that this would be good for the bachelorette party she was planning next weekend.

She said that her friends would probably really go for the stripping and foot sniffing, though they might probably pass on the genital torture. Carol responded by telling her that I’d be free that weekend and that I’d be more than happy to lend myself out for the amusement of a group of women. This woman asked Carol if she was sure that I wouldn’t mind if a group of strangers pulled off my clothes and rubbed their feet all over my face and Carol said “certainly not.” By this time, Anne had removed her stockings and was rubbing her bare feet all over me; it turned out that her nails were painted black, in stark contrast to her pale skin. I’m sure that everyone had their feet on me because I felt cool, flat flesh being rubbed all over my body, head to toe; and I would occasionally feel the pinch of toes curling over my flesh so I was literally covered in the feet of eight women.

I’m sure that the other woman was helping herself because she mentioned something about this being a lot of fun, though I couldn’t see much with my head clamped between Carol’s knees. Every now and then, someone would tease me by pressing her toes into my balls or wrapping them firmly around my penis and squeezing it. I felt sure that I might explode at any moment but struggled not to. I wanted to warn them but there was nothing I could say. It was just as Lisa was finishing that someone made the fatal mistake of giving my penis a vigorous succession of squeezes with her toes; and with Lisa’s toes still cupped gently over my nose I began to convulse with reckless abandon. It had been over a week since I’d felt the caresses of a woman and I must have made a fine mess. I heard Monique say that it was disgusting and that she got it all over her toes. She told the others she was going to the bathroom to clean up and Carol told her to bring paper so they could clean me up. Carol then remarked that I was very bad and I felt four sharp tugs in my testicle region which made me want to scream. I could feel a tear fall down my cheek. Carol told me not to do that again.

Carol then told Rachel, the intern, that it was her turn. Rachel giggled as she sat down and quickly pressed her black nylon feet over my face. It was a potent, musky odor, a very strong foot smell, which greeted my nose. Rachel said that she hadn’t washed her feet for days; but I was so relieved to be sniffing feet that smelled neither fetid nor cheesy that I inhaled deep. Her feet squirmed and she said she was ticklish. Lisa then told her to rub the ball of her foot over my nose, which Rachel promptly did. I noticed that she closed her eyes before telling the others how wonderful and relaxing it felt. Her feet were large for such a small woman and her toes were long and supple. She soon made good use of them as she manipulated my nose with them. It wasn’t long before her stockings were off and my nose was cupped by bare toes with unpolished nails.

Fifteen minutes of this brought her turn to an end and the woman I’d never met before sat in the seat as Lisa placed my head between her knees. Unlike the others, this lady was wearing black fishnets and quickly lowered her toes, the nails of which were painted with white polish, onto my face. The odor was sharp and I could distinctly detect the smell of leather and stale foot sweat. She began to rub the ball of her foot over my nose while she rested the toes of her other foot just under my nostrils. She said that it felt great and to be sure to invite her when they did it again. This lady, who was something of a talker, then said that while a bachelorette party is a good excuse to tear mean’s clothes off and to observe the male nude, it’s a far better opportunity to have their feet fully appreciated by a man. She then went on to say how this reminded her of a time in college when she and several female friends of hers played a practical joke on a male student who’d had sex with them and dumped them.

They lured him into a dormitory room, overpowered him, stripped him naked and tied him down. They didn’t do anything with their feet though she wishes they’d thought of it; but they took turns sitting on his face with their crotches over his nose. They made him smell between their legs before grinding their cunts onto his nose as if they were squeezing juice from an orange. Carol said that she liked that idea and that she was glad that that woman mentioned it. The others laughed. Carol then asked anyone if they would like to orgasm on my face. I heard frenzied shouts of “yes,” “god yes,” and “let’s do it.” Carol then told the woman to finish up so they could start phase two. Monique had recently returned from the bathroom and they cleaned up the mess that I’d made. The woman finished her session with a few playful wiggles of her bare toes as she’d removed her stockings just five minutes into her turn.

Carol then yelled for a free for all and before I knew it if got dark as they piled their feet onto my face. I didn’t know whose toes I was smelling at a given moment because I couldn’t see; but the scent changed every few seconds; there were changes in textures and in the varying degrees of coolness. Five minutes of frenzied chaos elapsed before Carol yelled phase two. The other woman told them to fix the tape on my mouth because I would have trouble breathing through my nose when they sat on my. Monique held my jaw up and the other woman pulled off the tape, tore it in half and reapplied it vertically to the middle of my mouth so I could breath through the sides of my mouth. Carol stood up and I saw her pull off her panties. She removed the chair and then sat on my face. Her skirt covered my face and for a few minutes I couldn’t see a thing.

I soon felt something wet and rough on my mouth and I could smell the pungent fishy smell of her snatch as she slowly pressed my nose inside of her. She asked me if it smelled nice before she began to grind her body over me as if she were trying to have sex with my nose. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I could see everything: black hair surrounding a gaping hungry mouth as Carol brought it to and from my face. A good eight minutes elapsed as she rubbed herself against me and with increasing rapidity and ferocity. I heard Monique say “You go girl” and laugh. I could hear plenty of laughter from the others and it wasn’t long before Carol uttered a moan and arched herself off my face. My face was soaked with juices which tasted just as they smelled. Carol waited a few moments to catch her breath before standing up. Monique said that I was a mess as she removed her panties and proceeded to press my nose into her vagina, begging me to sniff hard before attempting to get off on my face.

Six more women and a couple of hours later they finished. They wiped me clean and Carol said that she hoped that I’d learned my lesson and that I’d modify my behavior accordingly. Monique then asked for the camera and began to take pictures of me on the floor. She said that the pictures might come in handy if I ever attempted to get back at them. I felt a few last tugs on my cock and balls before I felt the cord removed. The women got dressed, slipped on their underwear, stockings and shoes before untying my hands. They began to clear out and I had enough time to pull the tape from my mouth, wipe my face and tell them that they were all fired. It felt like a feeble response to what had happened and hysterical laughter only heightened my embarrassment. I wasn’t prepared to admit it at the time but I did quite enjoy the experience and found it intensely gratifying.

Needless to say, Monday rolled by and I arrived at work only to be jumped on, stripped naked and asked to wear a skimpy jock strap which concealed nothing. I had trouble getting to my work as I was too humiliated to really think clearly. At lunch, a few of them came into my office demanding foot rubs. They explained that if I didn’t behave I wouldn’t get my clothes back and they might send my pictures to some people. I did as I was told and rubbed the feet that were shoved in my face. Several hours and several footrubs later, five o’clock rolled around and before I knew it, five of them were in my office demanding that I sniff their feet.

They kicked off their shoes, threw me on the floor and took turns pressing their feet in my face, accompanied my much giggling. Once they were through with me they let me up off the floor and I noticed it was 7 o’clock. I got nothing done, I was behind on my work, and I’d spent a good portion of the day with female feet jammed in my face. Before long they told me not to forget the bachelorette party on Friday and that apparently those women were looking forward to the experience, especially after hearing about how I’d been behaving lately. They told me that my clothes were in the closet before laughing and stepping outside.

I’d concluded that my ambitious plans of building a public relations empire had been shattered. I could no longer think about my work and the others spent most of their time gabbing and reading magazines. There wasn’t much I could do but I still wanted to come in to work and I did, knowing full well what to expect. The following days were very much like Monday and the rest of the week followed a certain pattern. I had no plans to attend this party on Friday but once I got dressed and made to leave, the girls muffled me, tied me up and left me in my office, They then told me that the bachelorettes would be arriving shortly and to make them feel at home.

That would turn out to be an even more raunchy and intense experience with female feet; but that’s another story. Suffice it to say that my life had been completely turned around. the girls ceased to call me Sir but now referred to me as footboy and footsniffer; they told me that I’d been put on this earth to serve as their footstool and not to create a public relations empire. Before being tied up and left for the perverse pleasure of excitable and horny women I’d been asked by my fellow workers to lick their soles clean. They told me that in the coming weeks they would require that I give them foot baths with my tongue. They even told me that I was becoming quite a skilled foot sniffer and laughed. I thanked them since they now required such courtesy of me. I thank them every time they shoved a foot in my face, at least since Tuesday when they mauled me furiously for not thanking them. They drew blood and I still have scratch marks to prove it. Anyway, my life was no longer mine and each of my co-workers had copies of my house keys.

The first home visit took place on Thursday when Carol and three of her friends dropped by to pull off my clothes and to force what seemed to be rather dirty, smelly feet in my mouth for me to suck. I could expect more visits in future, not just by women at the office but be complete strangers appalled by how I’d treated my co-workers. A woman even called the office and spoke to Carol while I was within hearing distance. This woman wondered if I’d be available for a foot session with some women. Carol cheerfully told her that I would be available anytime. I couldn’t believe it but I was being prostituted for the benefit of women who had a secret desire to humiliate a man. Anyway, things got worse, beginning with the bachelorette party when about ten women converged on my office to give me an experience I would not soon forget. So, yes, I got my harem, but at what a cost. Nevertheless, if someone asked me if I were happy I would probably surprise myself by saying yes.

THE END

This story is taken from:

http://www.geocities.ws/smellmyfeetshesaid/stories.html

Special thanks to: Byron

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