Tales Of Fetish Fantasy: The CEO

Foot Tickle Fever (Part 1)

I didn’t get to become the CEO of a very successful and globally renown company by lack of discipline. I got to where I am with hard work, determination, mental fortitude and yes, unshakeable disciple.

So if you were to ask me something as ridiculous and trivial as “Are your feet ticklish?” First I would tell you that’s none of your business, then I would laugh at you for asking the question in the first place, before claiming that being ticklish is all in your head.

Are the vast majority of our nerve endings located very densely in the soles of our feet? Yes.

Is that why, scientifically people tend to be so crazy sensitive and ticklish there? Yes.

Do I have well kept, pampered, soft and incredibly attractive feet for a woman who wears high heels everyday to work? Yes.

Do I wear double socks and nylons to keep my soles extra soft and well kept through said hard work on my feet? Yes.

Does that likely make them more sensitive? I dunno… Maybe… Probably 🤷🏼‍♀️

Am I ticklish? Again, none of your business 😝

As a matter of fact, the soles of my feet are none of your business! Just like they weren’t the business of the new employee that I just had slapped with a sexual misconduct fine by HR and then fired!

It happened suddenly last Friday afternoon…

It was just after 4 pm and the day was pretty much over. Like I often do before the weekend, I treat myself to a little in office wind down; Kicking off my heels and freeing my soft, pretty feet from the confines of my various nylons, stockings, socks and or pantyhose.

I then like to kick my feet up on my desk, do some mindless scrolling, or play a few levels on “Kings Crush” while mentally prepping to leave all the troubles of “Work” right here on the very same desk that my “Made 2 B Mouth fucked” feet resting on!

I don’t take my work home with me. I leave it right here and go enjoy my life when I can!

He came in to leave me some reports when he stopped so clearly, so painfully obvious and blatantly sexual in his tracks… To stare at the soles of my feet?!

(No… Openly, happily and way too confidently “EYE FUCK” them!)

(This is what he was looking at when he entered my office ☝🏻)

As I said, do I have very attractive feet? Yes. Obviously, you can see that!

Am I aware that pretty feet are extremely sexual to a lot of men? Yes. Mine are legit made to be mouth fucked.

Have I allowed guys in my dating life to get on their knees and worship my feet like I’m a goddess? Yes. As a matter of fact, I’ve cooed and moaned for them while they did it! 😌😛

The bottoms are my feet can be highly sensual zones, and I’ve been in more than a couple romantic relationships where I’ve enjoyed such pleasurable pampering!

Am I interested in having an employee eye fuck my feet to the point he’s literally standing in my office with a clear ass fucking boner pounding in glee for me in his pants?? NO.

Fuck no! 🙅🏼‍♀️

I may have, possibly, somehow overlooked the whole thing, including the impressive boner, if he had caught himself after saying “Holy wow, you’ve got incredibly sexy feet!” But he didn’t…

He somehow felt it was appropriate to go on about "Just how beautiful they were” Talking about the delicious details and subtle wrinkles all over my Lucious, pink soles!?
THEN divulging to me, even though I had already taken my feet down so he couldn’t see them anymore AND was clearly uncomfortable, that he has a “Passion for the art of tickling, especially foot tickling, and would love to find out how ticklish those gorgeous soles of mine were?!”

Yea... As I led with, he no longer works for me 🤣🤣🤣

To Be Continued…

Your Sexy Soled CEO 😎

PS. The fine was because of the experience, but the truth is, that's not why I fired him. I had him let go because I have an insatiable addiction to big penises, and based on what I was seeing from the bulge in his pants, he had just that 😶

The fact that he's a foot guy basically meant I could get anything I wanted from him if I desired... Aka, him tied to my bed as my own personal sucking, licking, stroking riding and edging toy, until his begging and moaning to cum echoed throughout the entirety of my massive mansion!

I learned the hard way already, that mixing business and pleasure is probably the worst life choice one can make as the owner of a Fortune 500! There are far too many risks and very potential consequences.

... As I said at the very start, unshakable discipline 💪🏻