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It was a bleak and dreary afternoon.
Somewhere in the midlands, in a foreboding office building, another unfair monthly performance appraisal was about to take place.
There was a knock at the door...
"Enter." said Mr Lloyd.
A portly, pot-bellied, middle-aged management type; Mr Lloyd sat squalid behind his grimy office desk. He was an arrogant, officious sort, and he loved his work...
The door slowly opened and Miss Karma lithely glided into the stuffy, oppressive office room.
She was wearing a loose black blouse, leather mini-skirt, fully-fashioned stockings, and a pair of black, thigh-length patent leather boots (with 5 inch stiletto heels). Her outfit was kinky, yet somehow conservative...
Mr Lloyd extended a hand, gesturing towards the vacant chair in front of his office desk.
"Be seated." he ordered.
Silently, and with an erotic elegance, Miss Karma made her way over to the empty chair.
As she did so, Mr Lloyd looked her up and down, drinking in her exquisite figure with his bleary eyes. He paid particular attention to her shapely legs and the sublime contours of her shiny boots...
Miss Karma then slowly reclined into the high-backed swivel chair, and with effortless, cat-like movement, crossed her legs.
She yawned...
Mr Lloyd cleared his throat.
"Now you have finally arrived we can begin your first monthly performance appraisal Miss Karma. It is not uncommon for new arrivals, such as yourself, to have below average statistics in the number of customer enquiries undertaken. But not to have answered a single call is, frankly, astonishing! That alone is great cause for concern but your exorbitant lunch breaks and your flagrant disregard for the office dress code is utterly reprehensible!"
Miss Karma smiled.
"Oh? In what way, exactly, have I contravened this precious dress code of yours?" she purred. Her voice was soft and smooth, like syrup.
Mr Lloyd took a deep bursa escort breath.
"Well, to be specific, it has been noted by multiple managers that not only are your skirts unfeasibly short, but your choice of - er..."
"Yes?"
Miss Karma couldn't help but smirk.
"...Um, footwear is completely unacceptable." Mr Lloyd mumbled as he shifted uneasily in his seat.
With deliberate slowness and with great care, Miss Karma, placed her booted feet up onto Mr Lloyd's desk and crossed them neatly.
"You mean like these boots I'm wearing today." she sighed.
Not a little unsurprised, Mr Lloyd became flustered.
"Look here I - er..."
"Do you like them?" she breathed.
Mr Lloyd's heart was now pounding wildly, his mouth had become dry, and he felt a definite stirring in his loins.
"They're very nice." he croaked.
Miss Karma expertly tilted her boot-clad feet this way and that, affording Mr Lloyd as full a view as possible.
She made a suggestion.
"You may kiss them if you like."
The pounding of Mr Lloyd's heart had now reached fever pitch. He could not stand the anticipation a moment longer. Clearing his throat once more, he rose unsteadily from his seat, leant forward over the desk, and gently kissed the toe of each boot.
Amused, Miss Karma then made a further suggestion.
"Why don't you come out from behind that desk of yours? Come, kneel before me."
Within seconds, Mr Lloyd was on his knees before her. His dry mouth had now started to drool and the stirring in his loins had now become a hot throbbing. He could not wait for her next command, and yet, he had to.
Slowly, Miss Karma lowered her legs and turned her chair towards him. Now her boots were right in his face once more.
"Good boy." she said.
"Now, before we continue, you will call me Mistress and I shall refer to you as slave. Is that understood, slave?"
Her voice was now firm, yet infinitely bursa escort bayan seductive.
Mr Lloyd did not even look up from her boots when he replied.
"Yes Mistress."
"Very good slave. Now lick my boots."
Without a moment's hesitation, he devoured her boots with his tongue. Careful to stay below the knee, he explored every part of both of her boots. His tongue darted hither and thither in a desperate attempt to cover as much surface area as possible. His appetite for leather was ravenous. Insatiable.
Mistress Karma was rather impressed by Mr Lloyd's wanton boot-worship technique and it wasn't long before she too got hot and horny. She was really starting to enjoy herself.
She laughed at him.
"You're a very good boy aren't you slave." she said as she arose from her seat.
She now stood over him. Putting one foot in between his shoulders, she applied a gentle pressure.
"Lie down, slave."
"Yes Mistress."
Under the pleasurable foot pressure applied by his new owner, Mr Lloyd sprawled himself out flat and awaited the inevitable.
He didn't have to wait long before he received her full weight, dispersed by her magnificent boots, upon his back. She was comfortably light.
"Who owns you?" asked the Mistress.
"Mm... You do Mistress!" came the reply.
"Good boy."
She took her time treading all over him; kneading his back and rubbing the side of his face into the grubby office carpet with her glossy boots. Mr Lloyd's feeble moans of pleasure were to her ears what a symphony is to a blind man.
She was getting even hornier now. She would completely subjugate this pathetic man at her leisure, she thought. And what's more, she would enjoy making him enjoy it.
For what seemed like an eternity she trampled him. But even the joy of domination could not alleviate her tired, sore feet. She dismounted her slave and resumed her seated position.
After escort bursa a brief rest she spoke once more.
"Roll onto your back, slave."
"Yes Mistress."
"Good."
Once Mr Lloyd lay supine, the Mistress planted one sole of her boots in his face. The other, she placed on his cock. She could feel it pulsing through both his clothes and her boot-sole. She giggled to herself, thinking of the amount of pre-cum discharge there must be and of what was to come.
"My appraisal of your worth as a slave will be decided before you are allowed to cum. You will have to abide by my terms, slave. Do you understand?"
"Ooh... Yes Mistress."
"Very well, slave. My terms are thus. You will promote me to a brand new position in your company. I shall work from home as an 'Outside Consultant'. And, I find it fitting that I should have a 6 figure salary to match my new-found lack of responsibility. Would you not agree, slave?"
"I'll have the contract drawn up by first thing tomorrow morning Mistress."
"Good, good. There is one other thing, slave."
"Mistress?"
"Moreover, I shall come into the office once a month to have my boots worshipped. By you, slave."
"Oh, thank you Mistress!"
"However, I will exact tribute of precisely half of your salary."
"What!?"
"And this will occur every calendar month."
"B-but Mistress, please, I - "
"But nothing! Slave. Now let us consecrate this covenant of ours with your worthless seed!"
Overcome by a perfect form of sadistic ire, the Mistress put heavy pressure on both her slave's face and cock. She began her rhythmic, grinding leg movements slowly, building to an exceptional, carnal crescendo.
Her slave suddenly arched his back as he climaxed. His orgasm was the strongest and most plentiful of his entire life. The sheer abundance of his thick, creamy seed had saturated not only his underwear, but his trousers too.
The pact had been sealed.
The slave's shame, complete.
Content that her ex-boss had been well and truly broken, Mistress Karma kicked him away from her.
"Now get the fuck out of my sight!" she rasped.
"Immediately Mistress." cooed Mr Lloyd as he scuttled out of the room...