footsie-sparky

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.

My President was sitting casually waiting for me when I arrived. She had me stand before her while she grilled me on what had transpired back at the home office while she was away. She wanted to know which employees deserved praise, which needed additional workload, and which needed to be sent to the basement for corrective measures.

Once she was satisfied that she had pried all the information from me that she wanted, she just glanced down at her feet, my signal to drop to my knees and begin my morning foot service. She desired to have her shoes off so that I would have the pleasure this morning of her immaculately stockinged feet. I gently removed her shoes, took one foot in hand, and brought my nose up close inhaling deeply, her toxic scent sending my brain spiraling. My President simply smiled down at me knowing and enjoying the effect she was having on me.

My President was impeccably dressed head to toe in her favorite power color, a deep red. A pair of shiny red heels completed her ensemble and it was here I knelt to tongue clean her shoes. My Queen just silently watched me as I labored over her heels. I remained in that position as eventually both Princess Jaquie and La Tossica joined her. It would seem my role for this important discussion was to ensure all three pair of feet were well tended to as they determined the fate of those unfortunate soles who were currently gathered in the company’s dreaded basement.

The President was clearly in a no nonsense mood as she put me on my knees before her, grabbing my hair and sternly looking me in the eyes. “Were you a lazy little footsie whilst I was away?” She immediately accused me. I explained that I had enjoyed a 2 week European holiday during the time she was gone but that she had approved this before I left. I further explained that I had tributed both my Queen and my Princess every day since my return.

Once I finished, she stared deeply at me, judging my response. @footsie-sparky you are excused from the House of Torture she decreed. Now kiss my boots and go cleanup my bed and bathrooms. I gratefully bowed before her kissing her boots in homage to her superiority before hurrying off to do my given chores. I heard later that others were not so lucky.

Thus I found my President in a good mood upon entering her office, her feet up, toes wiggling awaiting my morning attention. I even noticed that she had slipped on two of La Padrona’s fabled toe rings making her feet appear even more divine like. My President smiled at me as I knelt before her. With a simple flex of her foot, my sign to begin, I took all 5 toes into my eager mouth and began to suck and tongue them clean. Princess Jaquie sighed contentedly as she enjoyed the trappings of power.

As her soles were perfectly positioned, I began by licking there, long subtle strokes with my tongue as I properly bathed her perfect feet. My gaze couldn’t help but flicker to her white shorts that so effectively covered her sacred area. I kept hoping Princess Jaquie would spread her legs even just a little giving me an even better view. Alas it was not to happen as she kept her long limber legs tightly together. I sighed and instead concentrated on what I was being given, her most precious feet, a footsie’s dream.