[Modern Emotions] A Day at Work

Actually, I'm very clear about my own psychology. But I don't know if everyone's psychology is the same. I like femdom, I can be addicted, but I don't want to do it.

Initially, I didn't think about femdom at all. But I have a special fondness for women's feet. Actually, it's high heels; I have a fetish. I love the smell of beautiful women's high heels, the smellier the better, and I prefer older women. Of course, I won't say too much about that here. I wrote the following based on my own interests, so please take a look.

For many years, I've frequented high-rise buildings in the city, searching for high heels placed outside doors. My main reason for choosing this option is that high-rise buildings usually have elevators, making it easier to avoid crowds. But I always have to hide and wait outside the target door to see what kind of person the high heels belong to. I never pay attention to young people or those who obviously have no social status. Regarding shoes, I like the most traditional high heels, preferably dusty and smelly. One day, I stopped in a 19-story building. There was a shoe rack outside an apartment on the 11th floor. The woman of the house hadn't returned home yet, and there were some old shoes on the rack. I hid in a cramped, unmarked room, waiting for the owner's return. An hour later, the elevator chimed, and a woman in her thirties or forties emerged, her high heels clicking confidently. She held her head high, her gait rhythmic; she was clearly a woman with strong social skills—exactly what I wanted. The woman wore a grey suit, her legs peeking out from under her pencil skirt in flesh-colored stockings. The stockings were so realistic I could almost smell her scent. She changed her shoes outside, then deftly opened the door and went inside. I stood before her door, still able to smell her lingering mature scent. I hid the shoes in my pocket and went up the deserted stairs to retrieve them. They were black high heels, a traditional style, emanating a warm, damp scent. There were large black sweat stains inside the shoes, and a thin layer of dust on the surface. Clearly, the woman had worn them all day. I first took a shallow sniff; the smell was strong, and I was immediately aroused. I began to lick the shoes, cleaning the surface first, then the sole, and then inhaling the odor until my sense of smell was numb. Then I put the high heels back where they were and left.

The next day was my scheduled job interview with a company. I waited in the HR department for two hours before finally meeting the manager's secretary. The secretary, wearing red high heels and a business suit, led me to the HR department. I was stunned when I saw the manager. The HR manager, sitting in a black armchair with her legs crossed, was the same woman I had seen and smelled the shoes on her feet the day before. She was dressed the same as yesterday, lounging lazily in the armchair in her high heels. Under the desk, I could see her full legs in flesh-colored stockings and her slightly dusty black high heels. She was casually tapping her feet, showing no intention of talking to me. Seeing her imposing manner, my heart sank. I really wanted to crawl under the desk and lick her shoes again. The secretary quietly left, and the HR manager remained silent, glancing at some documents and taking a couple of sips of coffee. Then she placed her cup on the table.

"Pour some water," she ordered me. She seemed certain I would desperately stay at the company.

Normally, I wouldn't pay attention to someone with that kind of tone, but that day I did as she said. I went to get her cup.

But she coldly said,

"Change the cup. Didn't you see this is a coffee cup?"

I saw a paper cup next to the water dispenser behind her and went over to get her a glass of ice water.

"What job are you applying for?"

she asked coldly, still not looking at me.

"Technical Director… Manager."

"Technical Director," she glanced at me sideways, "is already taken." "Already taken? Manager, take a look at my documents."

"I said you're already taken… are you willing to do any other work?"

"What kind of work?"

"Forget it. Our company's recruitment is basically full. You can leave." I should leave. Because the company showed no sincerity, but I could smell the mature woman's scent emanating from the HR manager and see her high heels swaying back and forth. Suddenly, I lost my mind. I knelt down, but my heart pounded with anxiety. I was afraid her reaction would embarrass me. Thankfully, the manager remained motionless in her armchair, still browsing through some documents, seemingly oblivious to my actions. My thoughts were no longer about finding a job; I simply wanted to lick the manager's high heels again. Seeing her lack of reaction, I grew bolder. I crawled under the desk, kneeling. I curled up at the HR manager's feet, my face almost touching her shoes. The sour smell from her shoes wafted into my nose. Then, the manager's swaying foot touched my face. She lifted her foot and stepped on my face. Involuntarily, I turned my face and began licking the sole of her shoe. But she kicked me away with her foot, reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me out. My face was pressed against her full thighs, the gritty texture of her stockings arousing me. The hem of her skirt brushed against my face, fueling my fantasies. I began licking her stockinged thighs, my eyes sneaking peeks under her skirt.

"Slap!" The department head slapped me hard across the face.

"You lowly dog, you dare lick my legs? Come here." The department head grabbed my hair and pulled me under her skirt. "Smell it properly," she said, letting out a fart. My nose was pressed tightly against her crotch, inhaling every last bit of her fart. Everything was dark before my eyes, my nose touching something soft. I was now the department head's dog. Indeed, I had to inhale every fart she let out. This subservient feeling made me reckless. I carefully licked the department head's genitals with my tongue; her genitals were very erotic.

The department head was clearly a woman with a high sex drive; she didn't rush to abuse me, but instead made me perform oral sex on her. She was outside, pulling my hair, her full legs clamping my head tightly. I felt like I was nothing more than the department head's sex toy. I licked the department head's genitals hard, and soon sticky fluid seeped through her underwear. I couldn't see the color of her underwear, and I struggled to pull it open with my tongue, licking the department head's thick pubic hair vulva with gusto.

"Eat," the department head commanded authoritatively.

Hearing this, I began to suck the department head's fluids in large gulps. The department head didn't moan with pleasure, but instead sneered coldly. After a while, my face was covered in fluids.

"Lick downwards." I didn't even realize what licking downwards meant, and just stuck out my tongue to lick. I felt a dryness there, and there was a fecal smell. I turned my head away, and the department head clamped me even tighter with her full thighs, laughing loudly... The next day, I went to the company as scheduled, becoming the department head's assistant.

But I saw something unexpected. I pushed open the door, and the blinds were open. As instructed yesterday, I casually closed the door behind me. Upon entering the hall, I was shocked to see the HR manager's aloof secretary kneeling in the spot I'd been sitting in yesterday, polishing his shoes. The manager, engrossed in his phone call, glanced at her coffee cup, and I quickly made him some.

The secretary, kneeling under the desk, had her buttocks sticking out high, the heels of her high heels protruding flat. Under her very short skirt, I could already see her white underwear. But she didn't care; she was diligently polishing the manager's shoes.

I respectfully served the manager coffee. But the manager stood up and went to the window, admiring the view below. The secretary quickly crawled out, kneeling to his feet, and continued polishing his shoes. "Kneel down and crawl over

,

" the manager was calling me. I quickly knelt down, went to his feet, and took the silk handkerchief from the secretary.

"Lick," the manager commanded. So I lowered my head and began licking the manager's shoes. The secretary seemed well-trained; she obediently clung to the manager's raised buttocks, inhaling deeply, and I could hear her long breaths.

I peeked up and saw the minister's hand pressing down on the secretary's head, his buttocks squeezing forcefully against her mouth and nose. The secretary didn't dare utter a sound, her hands flailing wildly in the air.

I stopped watching them and focused on licking the minister's high heels. Just then, a phone call came in. The minister walked to the sofa and sat down to answer the call, and we quickly scrambled over. The secretary knelt beside the minister's legs and began massaging them, while the minister crossed his legs. She stepped on my face with the sole of her shoe, and I understood. I started licking the sole of the minister's shoe.

The minister spoke to the person on the phone for a long time, and I noticed that the minister's words were very humble, which surprised me slightly. After finishing the call, the minister said to the secretary, "Take off my shoes." The secretary carefully took off the minister's high heels with both hands, and the minister stepped on my head with her foot.

"Smell," the minister commanded the secretary, and the aloof young secretary obediently buried her face in it. I saw her chest heaving violently.

"Does it smell good?" the minister said coldly.

"Smells good." The minister said, "Please let me smell it a few more times."

"Hmph. Smells good?! You slut, actually trying to seduce the general manager. You better smell good." "I wouldn't dare. Minister. I love smelling your shoes the most."

"Hmph, really? Get in here." The minister said, opening his legs, and I saw the minister's black underwear. And the wisps of black hair peeking out from the edge of the underwear.

The secretary hesitated for a moment, but the minister remained calm, lying on the sofa, his sweaty feet stepping on my head. The secretary did indeed crawl into the minister's black pencil skirt.

"Slut. If you want to seduce the general manager, serve me well first." The minister said, squeezing the secretary's head tightly, sneering coldly.

"The secretary was obviously giving the minister oral sex, her ass sticking up high, right in front of my head.

"Lick harder." The minister said, pulling on the secretary's long hair.

I saw the secretary's head bobbing up and down, like a dog looking for food.

My face was right in front of the secretary's buttocks, and I was already aroused. I stuck out my tongue to lick the secretary's exposed underwear and found that her genitals were already wet. After

the secretary licked for a while, the minister stood up, grabbed the secretary's head, and pulled her onto his buttocks. "Now crawl inside and lick my asshole."

The secretary had no choice but to try to bury her head under the minister's skirt, but the minister's legs were closed, and she couldn't get in.

"Beg me," the minister commanded

. The secretary hesitated for a moment, looked at me, and whispered, "Please, minister... let me... let me... lick your asshole." "Slap!" The minister slapped the secretary hard across the face.

"Say it again."

"Please, minister, let me lick your asshole." The secretary's voice was slightly louder.

"Slap!" Another slap. "You slut, you slut who licks my asshole and you want to seduce the general manager? Haha." "I wouldn't dare, minister, I'm only fit to lick your asshole."

"Lick." The minister ordered. The secretary carefully lifted the minister's skirt, revealing the minister's black underwear and garter belt.

"Come here and give me oral sex." The minister grabbed my hair and dragged me over.

So the secretary and I took turns serving the HR minister with our tongues.

The minister's libido was incredibly long-lasting; even with my face covered in her juices, she still hadn't reached orgasm. But then she yanked my head away and said to the secretary, "Come here." "Now you lick my asshole." I crawled on my knees behind the minister's buttocks, a stench assaulting my nose. I discovered that the HR minister's anus was covered in thick, dark hair. "Give me a thorough cleaning of her anal hair," the minister told me. I took the minister's glossy anal hair into my mouth and carefully sucked on it. At that moment, I felt the secretary's head shake violently.

"Hahaha. Drink it."

I peeked and saw that the secretary's head was soaking wet; clearly, the minister had urinated on her face.

Noticing that I had stopped, the minister turned around and slapped me. I quickly continued sucking on the hair on the minister's anus. And then I heard the minister command.

"Lick it clean on the floor... you slut, lick the shoes too."

That morning, the secretary smelled the minister's shoes, drank his semen, I licked the secretary's underwear, the secretary licked the minister's anus, I licked the minister's anus, the secretary even drank the minister's urine, and licked the urine off the floor. This morning completely changed me; I believed many things I didn't believe before. But something happened in the afternoon that shocked me even more.

When I crawled to the lobby in the afternoon, I saw the noble HR manager kneeling in front of the sofa, taking off a man's shoes. She neatly placed the man's leather shoes in front of the sofa, then picked up his black socks, his hairy feet, and sniffed them hard twice.

"Your feet have become even smellier, Mr. Zhu."

"Hahaha," the man laughed smugly, as if smelly feet were a glorious thing.

Seeing me come in, the manager ordered, "Crawl over and lick the sweat off Mr. Zhu's feet. "

Good heavens, this is too difficult. I like licking women's smelly feet, but I absolutely cannot lick men's. This is too shameful.

"Come here, you filthy dog," the minister commanded, her head held high.

"Never mind. You come and lick my feet," General Manager Zhu said to the minister, then to me, "Go and call Xiaoling in."

Xiaoling was the minister's secretary, the pretty secretary who was only fit to lick the minister's asshole.

I hesitated. The minister's face was grim, but she still turned to me and ordered, "Go." I called the secretary in. As soon as the secretary saw General Manager Zhu, she swayed her hips and walked over, sitting down next to him.

The minister, who had been so arrogant yesterday, was now silently bowing her head and giving General Manager Zhu oral sex.

I knelt to the side, not knowing what to do. General Manager Zhu instructed me, "Come and take off Queen Xiaoling's shoes."

I did as she said and took off Xiaoling's shoes. General Manager Zhu took Xiaoling's red high heels from my hand and smelled them greedily.

At the same time, he pressed the HR minister's head down with his other hand. The HR minister's head bobbed up and down, sucking on General Manager Zhu's penis.

At this moment, Xiaoling suddenly slapped General Manager Zhu across the face. Panicked, General Manager Zhu quickly knelt at Xiaoling's feet. Xiaoling stepped on the HR manager's bowed head with her bare foot.

"You slut, it's time to settle the score from this morning," Xiaoling said viciously. She lit a cigarette and started smoking.

"Take my shoe and walk around the room three times," Xiaoling ordered the HR manager.

The manager obediently picked up Xiaoling's high heel and started crawling around the room, while General Manager Zhu buried his head in Xiaoling's crotch, licking it. Xiaoling smoked her cigarette, glancing at the HR manager out of the corner of her eye.

"Go get this slut's lunchbox," Xiaoling ordered me.

I brought the manager's lunchbox, and the manager, having already crawled around three times, saw that Xiaoling's cigarette had gone out and quickly crawled to the coffee table to pick up the ashtray. Xiaoling forcefully stubbed out the cigarette. She kicked the manager to the ground, then roughly shoved General Manager Zhu aside and stood up with her legs spread.

"Put it down," Xiaoling said to me.

I placed the lunchbox at Xiaoling's feet.

"You," Xiaoling nudged the minister with her foot, "come here and hold it."

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The minister crawled over and picked up the lunchbox with both hands, and Xiaoling sat on it.

"Make me drink urine? I'll make you eat shit,"

General Manager Zhu said with a smile. "Don't laugh, you have to eat too. You lowly dog," Xiao Ling scolded General Manager Zhu.

As she spoke, Xiao Ling had already defecated, and a stench filled the room.

"Come here and lick it clean," Xiao Ling pointed at me. I didn't lick Xiao Ling's anus because she was too young, not my interest. The HR manager was holding a lunchbox, at a loss, when General Manager Zhu slapped him across the face.

"Eat," General Manager Zhu ordered, while simultaneously cleaning Xiao Ling's anus. As I stood up to leave the office, I saw the HR manager's head buried in the lunchbox by the sole of Xiao Ling's high heels.

I left. But I became the HR manager's slave. To avenge her humiliation, she made me eat her feces every day. But I was willing. She was of a certain age, with plump legs, and incredibly smelly feet. Her shoes were always wet.

[The End]

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