A haughty woman in long boots

The haughty beauty in long boots

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A fall rain washed away the restlessness of the city, and the slight coolness of autumn brought relief from the summer heat. The humid air made me feel exceptionally refreshed.
The numbing office life continued as usual. Having finished typing all the documents, it was already 11 a.m. I rubbed my throbbing temples, leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes to rest. Just then, the phone rang again. I picked it up: "Hello, this is the group office." "
Assistant Qi, Ms. Yang from the advertising company is looking for you!"
"Let her in."
A moment later, the door opened, and a tall, beautiful woman walked in. She was dressed entirely in black, wearing a tight-fitting long-sleeved top and a tight-fitting short skirt. Especially striking were her pair of shiny black knee-high boots, exuding elegance and allure. Her smooth hair was tied up, with a strand falling naturally across her forehead, highlighting the beautiful curves of her face. A pair of beautiful eyes glanced at me sideways, revealing a captivating gaze. Only then did I realize my lapse in composure.
"Please, have a seat." I gestured
for her to sit. "Thank you." She maintained her haughty expression and slowly sat down.
"What can I do for you?" I knew she was there to collect a debt, but I didn't say so.
"Don't you recognize me?" she said coldly.
"I'm sorry, I may not have seen you before. May I have your business card?" I tried my best to maintain the "authority" of the debtor.
"Alright," she took a business card from her bag and pushed it towards me with her right hand, "I think you should remember me, so you won't say you don't know me next time you come to collect your money."
"Oh," I took the business card and glanced at it, "You are Yang Yingchu, the deputy director of the advertising company."
"Remembered?" Her tone was so arrogant that it was hard to accept.
"Remembered." Under her cold gaze, I somewhat yielded, and my tone softened noticeably.
"Alright, I'll repeat myself." She pulled out a folder and slowly said, "Your company commissioned us to do a series of advertisements in July. The price in the agreement was 150,000. It's September now, why haven't you transferred the money to our account yet?"
"That's because..."
"Please don't interrupt me, I haven't finished! Please get me a glass of water!" Her sharp tone made me give in again, and I got up to get her some water.
I filled a glass of water at the water dispenser and brought it to her: "Please drink some water."
"Put it on the table. Look at this document. You promised to pay in full by the end of August. How can you go back on your word?" She held out a copy of the agreement to me.
I glanced back, but the glass in my hand slipped and hit her foot instead of the table, spilling the water all over her boots.
"What's wrong with you?" she shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I quickly apologized.
"Hurry up and find something to wipe it clean! These are genuine leather; they'll deform if they get wet!" she snapped.
"Yes, yes," I stammered, grabbing only my towel and handing it to her.
She didn't take it, still looking at the materials in her hand, glancing at me. "Hurry up and wipe it clean! What are you waiting for!"
I had no choice but to squat down and wipe the water stains off her boots. Those boots were truly beautiful; their soft curves accentuated the beauty of her calves, the slender heels gleamed, and the curve of her foot inside created an alluring dynamic beauty. At that moment, I was deeply captivated, inhaling the scent of leather, almost forgetting where I was.
"Alright, that's enough!" She pulled her foot back, checking the boots. "There are still water stains. How can you be so clumsy? You even spill water when pouring a glass! Someone like you wouldn't even be hired to clean toilets at my company!"
She was still very angry.
I remained crouched, looking up at her. "I'm sorry, Ms. Yang, if it really doesn't work, I can compensate you!"
"Compensate?" she sneered. "Just give me the money you owe! Go downstairs and buy me a bottle of shoe polish, this brand!" She wrote down the brand name of the shoe polish—a long string of English words—and threw it on the ground. "Go, hurry up!"
I bent down to pick up the paper, left the room, and rushed to the supermarket to find that brand of shoe polish. I searched several supermarkets but couldn't find it. Finally, I found it at a large department store; it was really expensive. I paid for it, and to save time, I took a taxi back to the company.
When I arrived at my office, she was already sitting at my desk, legs crossed, surfing the internet.
"Miss Yang, I'll buy them back for you."
"Hmm." She didn't even look at me. "Apply the polish."
"I..." I was somewhat dissatisfied with her attitude. It was certainly my fault, but it didn't warrant such humiliation. However, looking at her noble expression and alluring boots, my self-esteem almost collapsed, and the servility buried deep in my heart surged up. I actually squatted down to polish her shoes. She stretched her legs forward, extending them under the table. I couldn't reach her boots while squatting, so I had to crawl under the table to polish them.
At that moment, I knew that the difference between a slave and a normal person lay in this kneeling. I hesitated, unsure which path to choose. Should I hide my deep-seated foot fetish, or become a slave to this beautiful and proud woman? I was stuck.
"Are you done polishing?" She still didn't look at me.
"Not, not yet."
"Then hurry up and polish! You're as stupid as a pig!"
"Oh, yes." I crawled under the table on my knees and applied the shoe polish little by little to her boots.
After wiping, I crawled out, still kneeling and looking up, saying, "Take a look, can you see the water stains anymore?"
She glanced at it briefly: "It's alright. Okay, it's noon, I should go. What do you think of my boots?"
Her haughty gaze made my servility erupt instantly. I knelt and confessed my foot fetish to her: "Your boots are so beautiful. It's an honor to serve you. If you don't mind, I'm willing to be your slave and shine your shoes forever..."
All my foot fetish thoughts were revealed at that moment. She glanced at me sideways, listening to my deep-seated adoration for her.
"Can you accept me as your slave?" After confessing all my feelings, I finally spoke my deepest desire.
Yang Yingchu glanced at me and said, "So cheap!"
"I'll be satisfied as long as you treat me like a dog." My self-esteem completely collapsed.
"Alright, I can consider it, but you have to find a way to pay this debt back and give me an answer tomorrow! This is a time to show loyalty, you'd better think it through." With that, she stood up to leave.
I knelt, blocking her path, and pleaded, "If I pay back this debt, will you really accept me?"
She smiled slightly and gently patted my head. "It depends on your performance." With that, she drifted away.
I knelt there, my mind blank. I didn't know if this fantasy becoming reality was a blessing or a curse.
That afternoon, I applied for a funding plan, but the general manager wasn't there, so it wouldn't be approved until tomorrow. After work that afternoon, I took Yang Yingchu's business card, returned to my apartment, took a shower, and lay down to rest.
I took out Yang Yingchu's business card from my pocket, thinking of her captivating eyes and elegant boots. My fingers and lower body unconsciously touched, and after a passionate encounter, I drifted off to sleep.
The next day, I arrived at the office and immediately called the finance department to inquire about the approval status of the funding plan. The finance department said the general manager's secretary had already notified all departments that the general manager had gone to Hong Kong.
I was frantic, unsure what to do. I turned on my computer and found my department's funding amount; there was 300,000 yuan in the account, but it was signed as "for the general manager's use." If I misappropriated this money, I might be fired. I hesitated.
At 11:00 AM, Yang Yingchu called.
"How's that funding?" Her voice was still cold.
"I...I've already submitted the funding application..."
She interrupted me before I could finish: "If I don't see the money by 3:00 PM, I'll think of another way." Then she hung up.
I was in a dilemma. At lunchtime, I didn't go back to my apartment or eat. I spent the entire lunch break in my office, dazed, with images of boots and bank account numbers flashing before my eyes. At 2:25 PM, I turned on my computer, logged into the bank transfer window, entered Yang Yingchu's account number, and entered 150,000 yuan as the transfer amount. My right hand hovered over the Enter key, hesitant to press it. I can't describe the feeling I had. Finally, I gritted my teeth and pressed Enter—the transfer was successful. From that moment on, my life took a 90-degree turn, just like the Enter key.
At 3:00 PM, I called Yang Yingchu on time.
"Ms. Yang, hello."
"Hmm, who is it?" Her voice was languid.
"It's me, Qi Ming."
"What's up?"
"I've transferred the money you requested to your account. Please check."
"Okay, goodbye." She seemed indifferent.
Hearing her about to hang up, I quickly said, "Ms. Yang, please don't hang up! Let me say something..."
"Wait for me downstairs after work. I have a meeting now!" She hung up after saying that.
After work at 6:00 PM, I waited for Yang Yingchu at the main entrance of the company building. It wasn't until almost seven o'clock that a red car pulled up and stopped. Yang Yingchu leaned out and waved to me. I got in and sat next to her, saying, "I thought you weren't coming. Did you receive the money?"
"Yes, I did." She didn't say much more and drove off.
The car pulled into a residential area and stopped in front of the garage of a duplex. She handed me a key: "Go open the garage door!"
"Okay." I opened the garage door, and she drove the car in.
We went inside, and she sat down on the sofa, placing her legs flat on the coffee table in front of her. She said to me, "Go turn on the TV and get me a glass of water."
I turned on the TV, handed her a glass of warm water, and stood beside her, waiting for her instructions.
"My feet are so tired, help me take off my boots!" she said lazily.
"Okay." I knelt down at her feet and helped her take off her boots.
She withdrew her foot. "I think it would be better if you knelt down."
"Yes." I knelt down, unzipped her right boot, and slowly took it off. A warm, leathery scent wafted towards me, making me momentarily dizzy. My nose involuntarily moved closer to the inside of the boot.
"Take off my socks!"
I removed her knee-high socks, the warm insteps also carrying the scent of leather. I was even more intoxicated. Only then did I carefully admire her pair of jade-like feet. They were very white and tender feet, with high arches, rosy heels, glistening toes, and soles so tender they seemed to be oozing water. The slightly long second toe made the toes even more dexterous. Just this one foot, and I was completely subdued from the depths of my soul.
Facing that beautiful foot, my whole body began to tremble. My lips began to dry, and my tongue longed to touch that skin, that taste, but my submissive instincts prevented me from doing so, because I needed her permission.
I asked cautiously, "Can I lick..."
"No!" she interrupted me. "Did I say you could lick me? I hate people who push their luck!
Get away!" She kicked me in the forehead with the heel of her left boot, and I fell backward, staring at her in astonishment.
"Do you know how to be a slave?" she asked, tilting her head.
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "I think the first thing is to be extremely obedient and worship everything about the master, especially the feet..."
"You're wrong!" she interrupted me again. "A slave's responsibility is to please the master. Your statement only satisfies yourself. That's the essential difference! You understand this principle, and that's what makes you a true slave!
Of course, it's difficult for most people to do this because there's always a way out. A person may be born equal, but everyone has both a kingly and a servile side in their consciousness, which makes them unequal. You and I are leaning towards two extremes, aren't we? Don't you also feel like you have a way out?"
"Yes," I said honestly. "I can't be a slave wholeheartedly yet."
"But you will be." She smiled slightly and said slowly, "The account I gave you isn't actually my company's, but mine. Your company's 150,000 has already been transferred to my name. You're about to face complete disgrace! So you have no way out. From now on, you must learn to be a slave wholeheartedly!"
I was stunned.
"Be a slave to the fullest, understand?" The voice was gentle, but it nearly made me faint. I never imagined that fulfilling my fantasies would come at such a high price.
"Alright, go back and think it over!" Yang Yingchu leaned back, closing her eyes. "If you agree to be a slave, I can transfer the 150,000 to our company account. Even if I spend 150,000 to buy you as a slave, that's not cheap, is it? I won't change my mind before this week. Go back and think it over!"
My mind went blank. I staggered out, and she said behind me, "Your boss will be back tomorrow. Be prepared to be fired!"
Yang Yingchu had used just a small trick to completely trap me. The embezzlement hadn't been made public by the boss because it involved his private funds—it would be a scandal if revealed. The boss decided to settle with me privately, demanding I pay back the 150,000, or else he'd kill me.
I had no choice but to find Yang Yingchu and agree to all her demands. In the end, she transferred 100,000 yuan to her company's account, and I would pay the remaining 50,000 yuan. I sold all my assets to raise 50,000 yuan, which I also invested in that account. Thus, 150,000 yuan went into her advertising company, which meant our company had paid off its debts, and the matter was basically over.
The next day, I was fired from the company. At this point, I had nothing left but the suit I was wearing. I spent the whole morning hungry on the street, and by the time I reached Yang Yingchu's apartment complex, it was already past 3 p.m. The security guard wouldn't let me in, so I had to wait for her at the gate. It wasn't until after 9 p.m. that her red car appeared before me, and I was so excited that I almost cried. Fortunately, she saw me, waved for me to get in the car, and we went into her house again. This time, my feelings were completely different from before. I seemed to be able to "be a slave to her wholeheartedly," just as she had said.
As soon as I entered, I knelt down to take off her boots and let her change into white slippers. Then I poured her a glass of water, placed it on the coffee table, and knelt beside her to listen to her instructions.
She took a sip of water and slowly said, "Have you thought everything through?"
"Yes, Miss Yang," I said firmly. "I am your slave now. You can take my life if you want."
"Good," she said. "From now on, you must pay close attention to my habits and learn to serve me better as soon as possible.
Do you understand?"
"Yes. I will learn diligently."
"Tomorrow is the weekend, and I'm going to hold a small slave initiation ceremony," she said. "Today you'll sleep in the garage, and your official slavery will begin tomorrow. Remember this date!"
"Yes. I will remember."
"I'm sleepy, go to the garage!" She got up to go to the bedroom.
"Miss Yang!" I quickly called out to her, "Can I get something to eat?"
She seemed not to hear me, unbuttoning her skirt as she walked upstairs.
I knew I couldn't eat, so I obediently went to the garage.
The next morning, I woke up at six o'clock, chilled to the bone. I entered the living room through the small door of the garage, tidied up briefly, and then knelt at the top of the stairs to wait for her to get up.
Around nine o'clock, I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom in the upstairs bedroom; I knew she was up. A little while later, I heard her call me: "Xiao Ming! Xiao Ming!"
"I'm downstairs."
"Go to the kitchen and make a cup of coffee and bring it up!"
"Yes."
When I made the coffee and brought it to her room, she was putting on makeup at her dressing table. Beneath her snow-white pajamas, her bare calves were exposed, her smooth, rosy heels glistening. Her right foot touched the ground, revealing her tender, red sole. Just those feet were enough to completely overwhelm me; my knees buckled, and I collapsed to my knees.
"Miss Yang," I said respectfully, "your coffee is ready!"
She was grooming her eyebrows and ignored me. Holding the coffee, I dared not speak, my eyes fixed on her jade-like feet, my whole body beginning to heat up.
"What are you looking at?" she said coldly.
"I... I'm looking at your feet." My voice trembled slightly.
"Are they beautiful?"
"Beautiful, so incredibly beautiful." I was truly losing control; my lower body was already quite aroused.
"Alright, I'll reward you by putting on my boots later, how about that?" she smiled.
"Thank you, Miss Yang, thank you so much!" I kowtowed repeatedly.
After she finished washing up, I put on her boots. She sat on a high chair, while I knelt at her feet to put on her boots. Even through the white cotton socks, I could feel the warmth and moisture of her feet and the delicate fragrance of her skin. Her high-heeled boots exuded a regal aura; the soft uppers, the neat zippers, the rounded yet pointed toes, the slender, flowing heels—every beautiful line stimulated my senses. The moment I touched the heel, I convulsed and ejaculated.

[The End]

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