Boardroom Bill Goes to an Interview

Small Rewards

Bill slipped off each of her sneakers and begrudgingly placed them neatly next to one another off to his side. It took a good amount of willpower to not bury his face inside of them and fill his lungs with her scent. He looked at the shape of feet resting on the ottoman. Her arches were perfect. Her damp socks clung to the curves of her feet, and he could make out the shape of each of her toes. In his mind, he cried about the unfairness of the situation, but outwardly, he only knelt there staring.

He was brought out of his daydream by the sound of snapping fingers.

"I don't have all day, Bill. You're trying my patience. If you can't precisely and immediately follow my commands, you'll find your probationary period being cut very short", Miss Sanguine said in a voice that made Bill want to cower under the ottoman.

He suddenly felt full of shame for already disappointing her and fear that she would send him away.

"I'm sorry, Miss Sanguine", he said as he gently picked up her right foot and began rubbing. His cock stiffened painfully in his trousers at the feel of her sweat. This was going to be a true test of his self control. He hoped he would be able to keep himself from wantonly jamming his face into her sole.

He began at her heel, trying to rub away any stiffness or pain that might be present, and then pressed both of his thumbs into her foot just above her heel and pushed them up her arch toward her toes. He repeated this several times and hoped that it was pleasurable to her. He really had no idea what he was doing, and when he glanced at her face to gauge her reaction, he saw that it was blocked by a magazine she had begun reading.

Once he had thoroughly worked over her arch, he moved to the ball of her foot. He placed his thumbs in the wonderful sunken area at the middle of the ball of her foot and began making slow circles with them. He worked his way from the center toward the outside, trying to push away any discomfort. He desperately wanted to lean closer and try to catch a hint of her sweat smell, but was too fearful of displeasing her.

Next, he took each of her toes in his fingers and gently stretched and flexed them before doing the same with all of them at once. After loosening up her toes, he rubbed each of their joints between his fingers.

Suddenly, Miss Sanguine pulled her foot from his hands and told him to start on the other. Still having received no feedback on whether his efforts were effective, Bill reasoned that since he had also heard no complaints, he wouldn't change his technique. He went to work on her other foot. Not wanting the bliss of touching her feet to end, Bill went more slowly this time.

After he had spent several minutes on her heel, Bill was surprised when she pulled her foot away and lightly kicked him in the forehead.

"If you spend any longer on my heel, you'll be doing more harm than good. Remember who is supposed to be benefiting from this massage. Move on", Miss Sanguine said before turning her attention back to her magazine.

Bill moved on to her arch, the ball of her foot, and finally her toes, trying not to rush the job but also not displease her again. When he finished, he waited patiently for her to provide him with another opportunity to please her.

"Very good, Bill, but that's enough foot massage for now. I need to shower. Do you mind waiting patiently for me here?", she asked.

"No, ma'am I don't mind at all." His heart pounded at the idea of spending more time near this woman.

"Perfect", she said, "go ahead and remove my socks. Then put them in your mouth and wait with your forehead on the floor for me to return. Oh and you can give them a quick sniff before you put them in that disgusting cock washer of yours."

Bill gleefully did just that.

Bill's knees and hips had begun to ache, and his lower back was threatening to begin to spasm. Each time he considered sitting up briefly to relieve his muscles, he admonished himself for even thinking of trying to deceive her. He attempted to distract himself by trying to suck more of the wonderful saltiness out of Miss Sanguine's socks. There wasn't much left to be found though. Thus he tried to pass the time, and he shifted his body around this way and that to try to find some relief.

He had almost found himself in a trancelike state, his mind beginning to withdraw from reality as a way to help him through the situation when he heard the sound of heels clacking on the stone floor. He briefly felt a jolt of fear that it may be someone besides her that saw him in such a humiliating position, but he was so thoroughly uncomfortable that he didn't have the capacity to care much.

The footsteps came nearer, and he heard them stop very close by. He thought the person must be standing over his head, but as he rolled his eyes left and right, he saw no one.

"Have you been in this position the entire time, applicant?", Miss Sanguine asked.

Bill tried to answer to the affirmative through the soggy socks in his mouth. "Yeff Miff Fangen", or something close was all he could manage.

"You may remove my socks so that you can answer me clearly. Take them from your mouth and put them on the back of your neck."

Bill awkwardly pulled the socks from his mouth while keeping his forehead pressed to the floor and draped the sopping wet articles across the back of his neck.

"Now, did you remain in this position the entire time I was gone?", she asked again.

"Yes Miss Sanguine. I did shift around some. My body is not used to this", he answered.

"Oh my, I bet your knees are getting stiff", she said and placed her right foot on the back of his head. She took care to allow the heel of her boot to press uncomfortably into his skin. "Unfortunately for you, I don't care. Actually, I do care. But only because your discomfort pleases me."

Bill didn't respond, and despite his body screaming with pain, he found himself extremely aroused by her words.

"Put your hands on the floor at my feet, palms up", she said. Her voice had taken on a different tone that Bill had not heard from her yet.

Bill obeyed, wondering what was coming.

He felt the weight of her heel lift from his head and shortly after, he felt his fingers being painfully ground between her boot and the marble dais. He groaned in pain, and heard Miss Sanguine's laughter above him. Sadistic laughter.

The pain in his fingers lessened as she lifted her boot from them, and he breathed in gasps of relief.

Soon the fingers of his other hand received her weight, and he desperately tried not to cry out.

After a short while, she stepped off of his fingers. His relief was short lived as soon one of his palms felt like a spike was being driven into it. The same stabbing, crushing pain followed in the other, and he realized she must be standing full weight on his palms. This time, he couldn't help but to cry out, but he barely heard his own whimpering because of her gleeful laughter.

The laughter stopped, and he heard her command him to be silent. Sweat came from every pore in his body, and he could barely catch his breath from the pain. He was able to squelch his whimpering down to a barely audible squeaking in his throat.

"You've made me very happy with your performance today, applicant. So happy that I have the sudden need to attend to myself. I know you are in pain and your muscles are revolting against you, but you don't mind staying just how you are for a little while longer, do you? I want to sit back on my throne and watch you suffer for me as I do this." She stepped off of his palms and made herself comfortable on her throne, her hand already delving between her spread  legs.

Bill didn't move. He wasn't even sure he could anymore. He simply uttered, "Yes, Miss Sanguine. Whatever pleases you, Miss Sanguine."

Before she leaned back and closed her eyes, she took another look at the man in the expensive suit bowing before her. She smiled and found her bliss.