Heather's Foot Bitch - NEW! - Chapter 1

Heather, my boss, was the most lively, colorful and fun person. She was also very sexy, but not magazine style sexy. She had sex appeal, should I say. She was the kind of person to always laugh, always make jokes, always make people laugh. Oh she could be serious, but you know deep down she was on the happy side, and that she enjoyed spreading it. 

She was my boss, yeah, but I worked in a call center, on the phone, in room full of other people like me, on the phone, talking to customers. Her job was mostly to supervise us, make sure we would fool around too much between calls, and work the numbers at the end of the shift. She was a bit of a rocker, enjoyed that kind of music, like horseback riding and she enjoyed going out with us after the shifts, either to go clubbing and getting drunk or just to hang out. She wasn’t the big boss of the place, she, one rank above the lowest customer serve reps. She was part of the team. 

Me, on the other hand, even how hard I tried to get into the team, I was always a bit out of it, too shy maybe. I didn’t have the kind of personality that would stand out to her, she preferred other loud mouth people in the team, and as much as she tried to have everyone under one same team, there were a few of us, employees, who were just there for the money in and out. I, like a few others, was not in the “cool gang” she was kind of leading by her imposing presence, and the fact she was in charge. “Cool” employees would flock to her, even the new ones that got hired after me. 

I admired Heather, honestly, she was always well dressed. She had quality clothes, but few of them, always wore the same things each week, and sometimes, she would show us what she bought on the week-end while shopping, and it would soon blend in the rest of clothes she would wear again and again. She wasn’t rich, but enjoyed quality, and thus why she didn’t have quantity. 

Sometimes to fool around, she would treat the group as if they were children. She would go around and encourage the troublemakers to stop acting like kids and do their job. “Get on the phone! I want numbers, get some calls done!” etc. But she was never upset. She was balancing her way to be a good boss, with being a good friend with the group. But one thing she had as a fail safe mechanism, was the “Punishment Ladder”. It was kind of a half serious half foolish system that would apply punishments of various kinds depending on how bad employees would be. For instance, if an employee wouldn’t reach the target number of calls done during a shift, they would end up being given less easy customer files, so it would eb harder. The easy files and fun customers were given to the employees who had good performance. Therefore, if you fooled around too much, you would end up going down the punishment ladder. 

Some of the punishments on the list were as foolish as 20 push ups or sing a song during the break. Those were silly punishments to remind people who fool around too much to behave. But there were also serious punishments, for instance when an employee would not work properly or disturb others, they would be subject to 3 days suspension, or even just be fired. And she fired a few, so she was taken seriously. Heather knew how to be fun, and how to be respected, and the higher bosses of the company liked her a lot because she would make her call center both fun for the employees and productive.

Me, well, there isn’t much to say about me. I am a normal person, doing my job and as much as I admired Heather for her charisma, she also scared me a little. I think it’s because sometimes she would threaten me, or use the fact that I was a shy girl to actually take advantage of it and squeeze some more juice out of me. She would come to my desk between calls and say “Good Job Amy, good call, however, you need to work on the closings, you need to sell services. Look at my shoe, Amy. If you don’t want me to punish you and make you kiss my shoe, you better work on those calls. Got it?” To what I would nod and agree to, and then, she would laugh and say it was all a big joke. For me, it felt like she was dead serious, but she was joking. Not about the calls, about the shoe kissing part. Some time she would threaten to have me lick them. For reasons unknown, she would always threaten me using her shoes as a mean of punishment. 

Now, she didn’t always wear the same shoes every day but maybe 2 or 3 pairs always came back over the days, depending on her outfit of the day. At some point, it all got me ending up looking at her shoes, since she would talk about them all the time. She had a pair of mid high heels loafers with a square heel and a zipper on the side, some kind of leather loafers of high quality, with a rubber sole. They looked comfortable for her tiny size 6 feet. But it made me think a bout schoolgirl shoes. She wore them a lot, and they had dust near the sole. She also had a pair of leather knee high boots, light brown, with a low heel. They looked like horseback riding boots but they weren’t. They were 300$ good quality boots, that of course got worn out overt the years, but she still liked them. The third pair she would sometimes wear were black wedge loafers, a bit more chic, she would wear them with a skirt or nice clean pants. Overall, comfy shoes for work. Nothing fancy, nothing aberrant, nothing out of the ordinary, just…Heather’s shoes. 

“Amy, come over here.” She said once, it was after dinner, we were a small group doing late calls. I took off my headset and walked to her desk. “Amy your numbers are down.” She said, looking at her computer screen. “Are you okay?” she asked. 

“Yes, Heather, I am just tired, I guess.” I said back. 

“Why don’t you come clubbing with us tonight, maybe it’ll loosen you up a bit. You’re too stiff, Amy. Too shy, you get to get out of that shell and start living a bit more, don’t you think?” She said. 

“Yeah, I guess.” I replied, shy. 

“Or maybe you prefer to lick my shoes clean?” she said, leaning back into her chair and plopping both feet, legs crossed up on her desk. I looked at the soles of her shoes, dusty and worn. She was wearing her black leather heeled loafers that looked like schoolgirl shoes, with jeans. 

“Okay.” I said, completely dominated by my boss. I don’t know why I said that. I was trying to say that it was okay, that I would work harder, but it came out at the wrong moment and it felt like I was saying okay to lick her shoes. 

“Okay!” She said back, and crossed her arms. I was about to turn around and walk to my desk top get to work, but she added: “Start with the soles.” I frowned and suddenly realized that everything got confusing and that she thought I said okay to lick her shoes. But then again, I looked at the shoes, and I felt dominated, so I leaned down and started to lick the sold of the nearest shoe, on her desk. I stuck my tongue out and tried to avoid eye contact with her. She didn’t say anything after a first lick, so I gave the shoe a second lick, catching all the dust on my tongue. She then helped my reach for the third lick, by moving her foot backwards a bit. Then I made eye contact, tongue full of dust in my mouth. 

“You know I was kidding, Amy, right?” she said. “Why did you actually lick my shoe?” she asked. 

“I huh…Well….”I gulped, and swallowed the dust in my mouth. 

“Did you just swallow the dust you licked off my shoe sole?” She asked. I turned red, I don’t know why I did that, I had no control, she was dominating me, I felt completely at her mercy. She had me in her grasp. “Amy, that was weird, okay? But, to each their own, I guess. Maybe it’s best if you go back to work now.” She said, putting her feet back on the ground. 

“Yes, Heather, I am sorry, I just…” I didn’t know what to say. I backed off. I felt stupid. 

“But you’re staying after the shift, You’ll finish the job while I turn in the numbers of the day.” She said. I nodded and quickly walked away from her desk and along the aisles towards mine. I felt so stupid. The most horrible feeling I got, that deep down belly churning sensation of being an idiot, was when I realized she didn’t mean me to stay after shift to finish the calls, but to finish licking her shoes. 

I couldn’t focus on work for the rest of the evening, and I made a pretty bad performance with my calls, unable to sell any of our services, being hung up, etc. When everyone left, after giving Heather high fives, there was only me and her left in the vast room full of cubicles. I walked to her desk and couldn’t make eye contact. 

“Get down her under my desk and get to work.” She said, without even looking at me. She was crunching numbers on a big file on the computer and I just felt that dominating feeling again. So I walked around the desk and crouched. Then I turned and laid on my back, squirming myself under her desk at her feet. I saw she had her other shoes and boots under there, all scattered. It smelled like old shoes and feet, and suddenly, I got both her feet planed right on my face, with her shoes on. “Lick.” She ordered from above. I stuck my tongue out and licked her shoes soles clean, the best I could. She would move her feet over on my tongue, and sometimes just rest them there. The soles became clean after a while, but she just kept using my face as a footstool. Then something unpredictable happened. She kicked off her shoes and planted her both white socked feet on my face. They smelled so strong, so powerful. They smelled like foot sweat, and leather, and cotton that had a glimpse of soap left. Her feet on my face like that I froze. I was feeling bad. But I couldn’t move. I could only smell her feet like that under her desk my face under them. 

After a while, Heather said: “Are you comfy down there?” And I just nodded under her feet. After another 20 minutes she removed her feet from my face and told me to put her shoes back on. I did what she told me, and put her shoes on, she rested her both feet on my breasts and looked down at me. I expected her to fire me, or just laugh at me but she instead just stared, probably both intrigued at my weird behavior and the fact I would obey her no matter she would order me to do. He had me in her little pocket and she knew it. “You know that you’re my little foot bitch now, do you?” she said. I nodded, again, frozen inside, feeling unable to fight back or anything like that. “You see the boots behind you?” she said. I squirmed my head and looked at the discarded knee high brown boots, that were dirty. “I stepped in mud yesterday, it all dried on the soles. I want you to bring them home tonight and clean them, and bring them back to me tomorrow.” She said. I nodded. “Now get the hell out of here.” She added. 

I quickly grabbed my chance, stood up, picked up the boots along with my bag and made my way out of the office as quick as possible. That night, back home in my small apartment, I cleaned my bosses boots, and for reasons unknown, instead of using a wet cloth, I used my tongue, and swallowed the dried mud. I felt so humiliated. 

And for reasons unknown, I wanted more. The thrills I had that day with what happened with Heather, I wanted it again. I wanted it bad, it was so great it made me feel so stupid, so humiliated, I was in subspace, and it felt good. I wanted her to do it again, to dominate me again, but I wanted the next level of it. I was now Heather's foot bitch, and i couldn't stop thinking about it, with my mouth full of mud, like an idiot.