Boardroom Bill Goes to an Interview

A Nice Meal

"Have you tried going to a munch or participating in any of the local club events?", she asked.

Bill heard the sound of her shoe drop to the floor, and then the unmistakable sensation of her foot on his caged cock. He could feel its warmth through his trousers while she used it to covertly torment him under the table. He immediately felt the bite of the cage on his cock, and looked at her, pleading with his eyes for her to stop. He felt embarrassment, lust, and panic all at once. His face turned warm, and he knew it must be as red as the glass candle holders that adorned the tables in the dimly lit room. He briefly puzzled over why a coffee house didn't have brighter lighting before the pressure of her stockinged heel on his balls broke his train of thought.

"Munches and club events? I.. well no, uh.. I like to keep that side of me more discrete", he managed to stammer. He could feel a bead of sweat beginning to trickle down his back, and the background noise faded into a dull droning.

"You just told me how liberated you felt by embracing your desires, Bill. So which is it?", she asked, briefly pausing her foot play. "It seems to me you are the main cause of your frustrations. Would it be so bad if some people knew the real you? It's not like you have to tell the board members. They've probably got many secrets of their own anyway. You can either go on trying to suppress what you know you so deeply desire, or take some steps toward making those things a reality. You know how the first choice is working out." She resumed her torment and looked at him waiting for an answer.

Bill was granted a reprieve, however temporary, by the waiter, who had arrived to take their order.
He tried to gather his thoughts as he waited for the waiter to turn to him.

The waiter instead focused his attention on Lilith. "Oh, Miss Lilith, it's a pleasure to serve you again. I hope you've been well. What can I bring you and your companion?"

Bill looked to Lilith. His face was a study of shock and indignation.

"I'll start off with the crab cakes, and a glass of pinot blanc. Whichever you recommend. My friend will have a glass of water.. warm", she said then turned back toward Bill. Her face seemed to be glowing, and she wore a smile that could only be described as triumphant.

"I shall return shortly," the waiter said and headed toward the kitchen.

"What the hell?", Bill asked. "That ass didn't even look at me. Am I suddenly invisible?"

"I'm sorry, Bill, are you embarrassed by my ordering for you, or are you unhappy with my choice?" Lilith seemed to be genuinely confused.

"Oh don't act coy with me. You know a man should order for himself. And anyway, who comes to a "coffeehouse" for water?. Especially warm tap water?"

Lilith's smile disappeared, and looking directly into Bill's eyes, she calmly stated, "Yes, a man might order for himself. A submissive does so only with the domme's blessing. I ordered you water because you need to sober up, and clearly when I said we were going for coffee, it was a figure of speech. I plan to eat well, and you're going to be happy that I'm doing so. You're also paying the bill. Any other questions?"

Bill swallowed hard, trying to clear the wounded pride and bitter words lodged in his throat. "No, ma'am."

"Very good. Now please pick my shoe up off the floor," Lilith said, removing her foot from Bill's groin.

Bill hesitated then pushed the tablecloth aside. He tried to contort himself enough to reach the black heel from his seat , but realized it was a lost cause. Instead, he knelt beside the table and ducked under.

He was greeted by the sight of Lilith's stockinged foot directly in front of his face. Her toenails were painted a dark color, but he wasn't able to make out the hue. He paused there looking at her toes, and was overwhelmed by the desire to cover her foot with kisses. He grabbed the shoe and ducked out from under the table, knowing that the waiter was due back anytime. As Bill began to stand, Lilith's voice stopped him.

"Hold it to your face and smell it", she said.

Bill heard her clearly, but couldn't believe his ears. Hoping she might change her mind or suddenly tell him she was joking, he froze there on his knees and just said, "huh?".

"Smell my shoe. Don't pretend that you don't want to. Hurry up because you look foolish kneeling on the floor, and  I'd hate for someone to look over and notice you", Lilith said with a giggle.

Bill held the black patent heel to his face and took a breath. There wasn't really much of a smell except a hint of perfume or maybe scented lotion that lingered there, but he knew that wasn't the point. He knew that Lilith wished to publicly humiliate him and display her control over him. As scared and embarrassed as he was, he found himself falling into the familiar submissive mindset. The mindset that he knew could lead him into doing things he told himself he never would. He pulled the shoe from his face and held it out to Lilith.

"Good boy! Now put it back where it belongs", Lilith said and poked her foot out from under the table.

Bill quickly slipped the heel back onto Lilith's foot and scrambled back into his place in the booth before she decided to have him kiss her shoe or something equally humiliating.

Presently, the waiter arrived with Lilith's appetizer and wine. He also produced Bill's water from his tray and sat it on the table. Again ignoring Bill, he asked Lilith if she needed anything more at the moment, and left the table to retrieve another glass of wine for her.

"So was it so bad?", Lilith asked with genuine curiosity.

"What?" Bill shifted in his seat again, knowing what she meant but not wanting to tell the truth. He didn't want to speak about how he would have laid on the floor and tongue polished her shoes under the table if she had told him to.

"Who's acting coy now?", Lilith said under a raised eyebrow. "Was it so terrible to do things you desire even though some strangers might have seen you?"

"Well, if I hadn't been so terrified, it would have been great", Bill retorted.

Lilith laughed and continued her line of questioning. "I guess that's understandable. You've already figured out that this isn't a coffeehouse. What if I told you that most of the patrons of this establishment are into the scene? Our waiter is a client of mine."

"I guess had I known that, it wouldn't have been quite so terrifying."  Bill took a drink of his water. It was indeed warm.

"Yet you did it, which took quite a lot of courage. Or hormones. Or vodka. Regardless, you've shown that you can overcome your inhibitions", she said smiling. "And now you know a place to come to where there are like-minded people. Don't embarrass me if you decide to come here again."

They spent the next hour chatting, Bill sobering up and Lilith having a nice meal. The domme/sub dynamic was forgotten for the time being. After the cab had dropped Lilith off at the Lair, Bill spent the ride back to his car reflecting on what had transpired. When he got home, he took off his coat and tie, kicked off his shoes, and sat down on the toilet to pee.