a day at work

Author: prretyfoot
Word count: 7928

Actually, I am very clear about my psychology. But I don’t know if everyone’s mentality is the same. i like
I like femdom, I can extricate myself, but I don’t want to do it.

At first, I didn’t think about femdom at all. But I have a unique feeling for women’s feet.
Actually high heels, I have a fetish. I love to smell the high heels of beautiful women, the smellier the better, and I like it
Older. Of course, I won’t say so much here, I wrote the following things according to my interests,
Let’s watch and play.

Over the years, I have wandered around high-rise buildings in the city, looking for high-heeled shoes placed outside the door. I choose this way
The main choice is that high-rise buildings generally have elevators, which are easier to avoid crowds. But I always have to hide and wait outside the target door
, See what kind of person the owner of the high heels is. Younger, and apparently socially inferior people, I never
Do not take care of. Regarding shoes, I like the most traditional high heels, dusty and smelly are the best. this day i
Stopped in a 19-story high-rise building. There is a shoe rack outside the door of a house on the 11th floor. mistress not yet
When I got home, there were some old shoes on the shelf. I hid away in a narrow room of unknown purpose, waiting for the Lord
return of man. An hour later, the elevator opened with a bang, and a woman in her 30s or 40s gave a powerful voice.
Came out in high heels. He holds his head high and walks very rhythmically. It looks like he has strong social coping skills
The woman is exactly what I want. The hostess was wearing a gray suit, and her legs in flesh-colored stockings were exposed under her skirt.
This kind of stockings made me almost smell the breath of her feet when I saw them. The woman changed her shoes outside the house and opened the door very neatly.
The door went in, and I came to her door, and I could still smell the mature woman she left behind. I hide my shoes in my arms
Li went to the unoccupied stairs and took it out. The shoes are black high-heeled shoes, traditional style, warm
The breath rushed over. There are large black sweat stains on the inside of the shoes, and a thin layer of dust on the upper, obviously the hostess wore
One day, I first sniffed it lightly, the smell was strong, and I immediately became sexually aroused, and I licked it bit by bit with my tongue.
Get up, first lick the upper and then the sole, and then smell it until the sense of smell is numb, then I put the high heel on
Put the shoes where they are and go.

The next day was the day I agreed with a company to apply for an interview. I waited for 2 in the personnel department
It was only when I was a child that I saw the secretary in charge. The secretary was wearing red high-heeled shoes and a professional suit, leading me to the personnel department. and
When the supervisor saw it, I was stunned. The HR director sitting in the black armchair with his legs crossed turned out to be me yesterday.
A woman who has seen and smelled her shoes. At this moment, she is dressed the same as yesterday, lazily wearing high heels
Lying in an armchair. Under the desk I could see her plump legs in flesh-colored stockings and a slightly dusty cock.
Black high heels. Her feet are still moving leisurely,No intention of talking to me at all. see her
Her aura, my heart actually collapsed, I really wanted to get under the office desk and lick her shoes again
all over. The secretary walked out gently, and the personnel minister still didn’t speak. She was browsing a document and had two drinks.
Mouth coffee. Then she put the glass on the table.

“Pour water.”

She gave me orders. She looks like she is determined that I will desperately stay in this company.

Originally, I wouldn’t pay attention to people with such a tone, but I did as I did that day. I go to her cup
. But she said coldly.

“From another cup, didn’t you see that this is a coffee cup?”

I saw a paper cup next to the water dispenser behind her, and walked over to fetch her a glass of ice water.

“What job are you applying for?”

She still didn’t look at me, and asked coldly.

“Technical Director…Minister” “Technical Director,”

She squinted at me, “I already have it.”

“Already have? Minister, take a look at my materials.”

“I said I already have… Do you want to do other jobs?”

“What job?”

“Let’s forget it. Our company’s recruitment is basically full, so you can go.”