EroticReverie

Varrick Duke Chamerlain

I look down to her feet, the nylon material covering her painted toenails and small feet. 

When I call her a good girl, her toes flex, as if to wiggle, but she's controlling them, pausing them in a stretched manner and I smile. 

Without another word , I lift my hand to my mouse, and bring my computer to life, and get to work.  A few seconds later Katherine returns to sorting the applications. 

I try not to make it obvious, but I do look over now and again, noticing that subtle movement of her toes while she looks at the applications, and I wonder what it is that's making my new secretary hot and bothered. 

I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she shuffles the applications around, and I look up further, watching the cute little way her mouth screws to the side, and her eyebrows move as she thinks, and chews her lip as she goes back and forth between them.

"Something wrong?" I ask and she lifts her head and looks at me. 

"What?" she asks. 

"Is something wrong? You've been going back and forth between those two applications for a few minutes now." I say and she sets them down.

"Oh." She says and sighs and shakes her head. 

"No, nothing is wrong." she says, making a decision and placing one down on the stack, then the other. 

"Mischa said I should put the more qualified applicants on top...and I honestly...don't know what that means...qualified by years of experience...or qualified by how professional their resume is? Qualified by the work history and how long they seem to stay at their jobs? Qualified by the look of their work...or how many examples of it they provide...it's just ...I don't want to mess up." she says. 

"It's not that serious, I assure you. Just go with your gut." I tell her and and she nods. 

"Go with which one makes your toes wiggle most." I tease her and she looks at me, blushing and then her shoulder lifts shyly and she looks down. 

"I just...if Danny is the one who reviews them...I don't want to give him any more reason to think i'm not qualified." she says and I cock my brow.

"When did he say you were not qualified?" I ask. 

She shakes her head. "He didn't..I just...I know what he thinks....because of how I dress...or how I must look to you all, and how silly I must have looked last night showing up in that dress." she says.

"Stop right there Katherine." I say and she does, her mouth shutting as she looks at me and her shoulders sag slightly as she exhales.

"Nobody here thinks you are unqualified for this job. Nobody here thinks your skill or work ethic correlates with how you dress. Nobody here thinks you looked silly last night. You looked fucking stunning. And you look just as stunning today. Danny is a devilish prick, he's harmless honestly. Just, very blatantly horny for everything that walks, and a bit of an asshole. He wouldn't fuck with you if he truly thought you weren't a good fit here. Plus, Danny isn't the one you have to impress regardless, he's not the one you were hired to be a secretary for. I am. So your job..is to make sure that I am pleased." I tell her.

I watch her swallow and nod. 

"Speaking of Danny...." I say. Looking to her toes, no wiggling just yet. 

"You watched his room last night?" I ask and she nods. 

"I just walked by, I stopped for a bit. Right before I ran into you." she says.

"And what did you see? What was he doing?" I ask. 

I knew what he was doing, but I wanted to hear her say it, to admit that she stopped to watch Danny whip another female, and fuck her. 

"He was...spanking...well..whipping some girl....then he was about to...I dont know ...but he saw me watching....and...." she stops. I look down, her toes wiggling in her stockings, my cock twitching in response.

"and?" I ask, looking up at her, her cheeks are pink.

"He made the group of people watching part as he stood at the glass...then...he touched himself while I stared at him. In the face. Not his...not at what he was doing to himself." she says and I shift slightly in my seat. 

"He just...was taunting me." She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

"I gave him the finger and left after he tried to make me come to the glass." she says and I give a little laugh. 

"Good for you." I say and she smiles slightly. 

"do you ever....are you ever...on the other side of the glass?" she asks and I tilt my head slightly.

"Sometimes." I answer. 

I dont have to look down, I see her feet moving.

"Do you...what do you do?" she asks and I take a slow breath.

"I do a lot of things. Depends on the night, or the person I play with." I answer and she is still moving those toes and fuck, I'm hard as hell behind my desk, my cock aching knowing she's turned on right now talking about last night. 

"Do you have a favorite thing?" she asks , her voice soft. 

"Again, it depends on who accompanies me and what interests they share." I reply. 

"But....I enjoy playing with good girls Katherine." I say and I watch her toes now. They curl hard, bent and the tips of her toes at the floor. 

"What do you do with them?" she asks, and the way her voice is almost breathless, the way her legs are pushing together has me testing my fucking will as I force myself not to get up and bend her over that desk and take care of her needs. 

"I order them to do things. Simple things, sexual things, possibly things a bit humiliating." I say. 

"Humiliating?" she asks. 

I nod. 

"Such as what?" she asks curiously.

"Perhaps, make her go the glass, rub her self against it, push her cunt to it till myself and the crowd could see her arousal on it. Make her lick it off." I say and her eyes widen, her toes pausing, but then they move again.

"Tell her to suck my cock, only to make her chase me around on hands and knees with her mouth open and desperate to catch me , desperate for me to give in and let her obey." I say. 

She inhales and then exhales shakily, her entire body shivers.

"Katherine..." I say her name and she swallows and nods.

"Yes sir?" she answers softly and I groan. 

"Does that interest you? Being a good girl? Doing things for someone, being told what to do, and doing it well, and earning praise for it?" I ask.

"I...I'm not sure." she says.

I know I shouldn't fucking be doing this, shouldnt be doing much of what I did and said last night or today, she was young, she was my sons ex, recent ex, and all I wanted to do, was make her get on her knees for me.

"Come here." I say. 

She looks at me and I take a slow breath as she stands slowly and takes a step. 

"No." I say. She stops, pausing.

"I..I'm sorry?" she asks. 

"Get on your knees....and then come to me." I say and she parts her lips and look at the ground and then at me.

She swallows, I give her a minute to contemplate.

"If you don't want to try it out. Then sit back down. If you want to be my good girl until lunch, then get on your fucking knees Katherine...and come to me." I say. 

She slips her hands over the front of her dress, they bunch in it briefly and then she lowers herself slowly, her eyes on me and I feel my cock swell with excitement. 

I watch her as she puts her hands to the floor and gets on her knees, she moves slowly, her too long dress, getting caught under her knees slowing her down. But she crawls to me, to my side and then sits back on her feet.  Her back straight and she puts her hands in her lap. 

"Very good." I say and then reach out and I let the back of my fingers brush her cheek and I watch her turn into my touch slightly and her eyes close.

"Are you going to be my good girl today Katherine?" I ask, slipping my hand under her chin and lifting it and her eyes are on mine, her chin nodding in my hand as she answers me. 

"Yes." she says softly.

"I will give you five simple rules for today." I say. She nods.

"One. You will not speak unless you are asked a question. Two. You will answer me always by addressing me as Sir. Three. You will not walk in this office. You are to crawl. Four, you will do absolutely everything I tell you to. Five, you will stop me at anytime that you hate what is happening or want to stop." I say. 

She nods. 

"Yes sir." she answers. 

"I have a video conference with a supplier in a few minutes. I want you to sit here. On your knees and not say a word. Do you understand?" I ask, my hand still on her chin, holding it up.

"Yes sir." she answers softly.