The CEO and the Cleaning Lady – Part 2: Playtime at Her Feet

Victoria shut her laptop with a satisfying click. The soft hum of the office lights bathed the room in a clinical glow, but everything about her demeanor oozed warmth—and cruelty.

She plucked Alex from her cleavage with practiced grace, gripping his minuscule body between two fingers like a used accessory.

“I need a break,” she said, her voice low and deliberate. “And you… you need to learn your place.”

With a flick of her wrist, she dropped him gently onto the hardwood floor beneath her desk. He landed between her towering black heels, the scent of leather, sweat, and perfume overwhelming.

“On your knees,” she commanded.

Alex obeyed, trembling.

Her feet slowly slipped out of her heels, revealing perfectly pedicured toes, nails painted blood red. The soles of her feet glistened faintly with moisture from a long day in heels. She flexed her toes deliberately, watching his reaction with a grin.

“You’re going to worship them, little man. Lick. Kiss. Submit.”

He looked up at her towering legs, his entire body aching with desire and humiliation. She didn’t need to repeat herself. Crawling forward, he pressed his lips to her sole, trailing kisses along her arch. Her skin was warm, soft, and utterly commanding.

“That’s it,” she sighed, tilting her head back as he worked. “You’re doing better than some men I’ve had at full size.”

He continued, switching between licking her heel and massaging her big toe with both arms. She responded with the occasional nudge—pressing her foot into his chest, knocking him onto his back, pinning him under her sole like a piece of lint.

“This is your purpose now. You exist to serve me… to please me.”

She pressed down harder, his tiny body gasping for air under her sole.

“You’re not a man anymore,” she whispered. “You’re a toy.”

For the next hour, Victoria used him. Sometimes teasing, sometimes cruel. She smeared him across her insole, dipped him in her coffee to “refresh” him, and even made him stand naked on her desk while she snapped photos.

“For my private collection,” she said with a wink. “Unless you misbehave. Then I might make you famous.”

And as the city slept, Alex remained in her grasp—utterly owned, completely humiliated… and more aroused than he ever thought possible.