footsie-sparky

It was with a great deal of nervousness that at long last I was permitted entry to the main mansion, home of my two new employers and owners. You see, I had been lured by the promises of @regina-tossica so despite my reclaiming I was sure punishment of some form would await me for my disloyalty. I could only hope my willingness to give it all up would somehow mollify La Padrona and her erstwhile companion and new partner.

I crawled toward both my head lowered as I felt rather than saw their stately voluptuous bodies. I stayed silent awaiting my first orders. When told to speak, I told both how sorry I was to believe in La Tossica, how she didn’t compare to what was now before me. I pledged my uncompromising loyalty and devotion to their full time service. Both ladies smiled, kicked off their heels, and chatted about their new life of luxury without worry as I dutifully vcleaned both of their feet with my tongue. I was home once again.

Suddenly the doors to the Company’s Headquarters were flung open and in a swirl of fanfare in strode the Lady President herself, @the-queen-snake , accompanied by an accomplice who we later learned was @grande-dame. All employees began lining the halls, on their knees, clapping as the two imperial ladies made their way to the Executive Suite. My Queen treated her favorites, including myself, to a view of her divine feet to remind us what we had been missing. All followed @the-queen-snake and @grande-dame to the doors of the Executive Suite.

We all heard the commotion going on behind those doors, waiting with bated breath. There were shouts even screams as a fierce struggle ensued. Then a calm eerie quiet. The doors opened and out emerged our Lady President. She confidently announced that she had taken back control of the company she had founded. That @regina-tossica would be given to @grande-dame as a reward for her assistance in engineering the swift takeover. The crowd cheered and we all toasted “Hail to Our Beloved Queen.”

My weekend duties include ample amounts of foot worship as well as tending to Miss President’s bedroom, bathroom and laundry. Other footsies were assigned to the many rooms of her Mansion. As I tidied up her bedroom I saw that I would have to work around the former Lady President who was bound and gagged to the lower bed pole. For old times sake I gave a small kiss to each heel of the now full time maid whose former life of luxury was now a distant memory. Clearly the maid was in agony as she barely registered my small token.

Therefore I found myself at the penthouse apartment of the new Miss President, @la-tossica, for a day of domestic service cleaning her bedroom and bathroom whilst also attending to her laundry, just as I served the former Lady Presidents so many past Saturdays. The day of domestic service both starts and ends with a long foot worship session and my new President was already waiting and in position when I arrived. She made me stare at her feet for some minutes, studying them so that even blindfolded I would recognize them. Then finally my tongue reached out and I enjoyed the power of the taste of her soles. Miss President has such a commanding presence, a footsie like me so easily falls under her spell.

I found her comfortably lying on her brand new leather office couch. Even the furniture of the former President had been removed in favor of the Tuscan style favored by the Commisioner. She was clearly busy reading a financial report but I noticed her wiggling her toes, my signal to start my morning foot worship session. Her toe rings, those that also once belonged to our former leader glittered in the sunlight streaming through the large windows. I placed my face between her feet, choosing to start licking the sole of the left, my tongue tracing long vertical patterns as I savored this new taste and smell invading my footsie brain.

Yes, some things change, but a footsie’s true calling always remains the same.

The Commisioner has also given a clear incentive by promoting all of the footsies to the newly formed Executive Board, with the now demoted Lady President serving all of us as a maid. The increase in pay and stature that accompanies this promotion is hard to ignore and it would seem all footsies are being swayed into service to La Tesoro Nunzia as a result. Whether @the-queen-snake can recover and make a comeback remains to be seen, but at this stage it seems a long shot.

Then I noticed the new Commisioner, @la-tossica, sitting comfortably where my President usually sat for her morning foot worship, her feet up awaiting attention and a huge smile on her face. So it was true I thought, the Commisioner rather than having been foiled in her plot to take over the company had in fact succeeded, the proof clearly demonstrated simply by the position I now witnessed the two former friends to be in. One dominant, one awaiting her next punishment.

I knelt before la Tesoro quietly. She calmly said that from now on it would be her feet that I would worship on a daily basis, her reign that I would pledge my loyalty to. Though feeling guilty at betraying my President, what could, a lowly footsie simply hoping to keep his job do. Seeing that she now even wore all of the former leaders toe rings cemented what I knew I must do. I reached out and slowly began to lick the soles of @la-tossica acknowledging her new position as my Commander.

I crawled into the Lady President’s office as usual, fearing who I would see when i raised my head. I first saw the leather boots and recognized them as belonging to @the-queen-snake. Gratefully I crawled to kneel before her, delighted to see that my President, looking as regal as ever, was indeed back and fully in charge. She explained that the corporate police would soon becoming to take the Commisioner to the company’s House of Torture for corrective action after her failed takeover.

The lady President is truly all powerful.

I crawled into my President’s office and as usual saw that She was already hard at work, her dedication to the company she founded was limitless and continually on display. No wonder our company was one of the fastest growing in the world, achieving news worthy headlines on an ever increasing basis. My morning meeting with her serves two purposes. For her she gets a thorough foot worship session to pamper her position. For me I get my orders for the week as her Chief of Personnel and Public Relations.

She swiveled her chair around when she heard me approaching, a smile on her face and looking as beautiful as ever clad in a simple blue dress. My gaze went to her feet today so perfectly exposed sporting a blue nail polish that perfectly matched her dress. My face went to the top of her foot, inhaling deeply, her foot aroma causing my brain to swirl, before gently kissing the tops of both feet today so perfectly begin my service while my President began to list my chores for the week.

The COO’s office is not quite as plush as the Lady President’s, @the-queen-snake, though still well equipped with floor to ceiling windows giving her spectacular city views from her corner office. As I crawled into her office, my knees scraping on the hardwood floors, I could not help but reflect, ruefully, back to the time I thought the Princess and I were equals when she first joined. She was quick to dispel that notion and ever since then took a sadistic pleasure in having me on my knees before her.

My first duty was to perform my usual morning foot worship session to put the COO into a most productive mood. Like the Lady President’s the day before, today’s session would be with her stockinged feet. I knelt before her, taking one foot in hand and inhaling deeply before running my tongue up and down her instep. I heard my Princess give a contented sigh as she settled in to be pampered like the royalty she is.