The CEO: It’s Raining Foot Boys?! (Hallelujah 😌👸🏼)
Part 2

You still couldn't believe that this was your life. That this was actually happening to you right now. 🤯🫨

Yesterday morning, you walked into my building just another foot boy with insatiable hopes, dreams and fantasies of feet... Most of which, if you were being honest with yourself, you never expected to ever actually experience. And yet somehow, by some miracle of fate, a mere 24 hours later you were being instructed to sit at my desk and stare at my pretty feet propped up on my desk before you like a "good boy."?!

You might have pinched yourself if your cock wasn't already too busy throbbing in your pants and assuring you that this was indeed real. This WAS happening to you.

As my heels popped and dangled before your longing, drooling, aching eyes, you wanted with all of your being to lean in and passionately inhale the beauty of my arches and insoles...

Everything in you screamed to kiss every wrinkled detail you could see and lick any and all of the sweet sweat off my plump sweaty soles that you could get your tongue on... But you knew you couldn't do either.

You had been given very clear instruction not too. I had done a little light digging last night in bed, into the foot fetish art of this so-called "Foot Ignore" (A seemingly basic but much desired phenomenon in your world) and you were to be my very first test subject on the matter.

The inevitability of sensual foot rubs, intimate sole kissing and the all out mouth fucking of my feet were promises of your future, but right now your fate at my feet was to ache. To long for, to hunger, to crave, to love and to sit there like a "Good boy" and get destroyed.

Feet 🙂

How something so simple can ravage your senses and drive you so uniquely wild with lust. Such effortless and endless entertainment you were going to be! And so useful you would prove as my personal foot lover in the very near future.

You didn't just work for me. No, you belonged to me.

xoxo

• Your CEO 🫦