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THE MIRROR     Part 10.    by  David.

From the moment that I woke up,on that Tuesday morning,I knew,instinctively,that today was going to be a day to remember,and one that would long linger,in the archives of the files and folders,labelled under the heading of ‘Female Feet’,in the  mental storage system of my memory. It was the day when I returned to my former work place at the Office,where my former boss,Miss Julia Davis,had fired me from my job,for staring, longingly,and wistfully,at her Office girls dark panty hosed,shoe playing,shoe dangling,and heel popping feet,all day long,and not getting any work done. Well,I would certainly get plenty of work done today,but of a decidedly different,and of a hugely more rewarding nature! And,my former boss,Miss Julia Davis,for once,would have no cause for complaint or criticism,with regards to either the quantity or the quality of my work ‘output’,which,today,would be prodigious,and,in more ways than one!

I arrived at the Office Block car park at 8 – 45 am,and,after sticking my car park Day Pass Voucher that Miss Julia Davis had sent to my employers to pass on to me,onto the inside of the windscreen,I locked my car,and I headed for the Reception Desk,on the Ground Floor of the Office Block.

The very pretty,blonde Receptionist,who I estimated to be in her early 20’s,was new to her job,I supposed,since I did not know her,and her name,according to the name tag pinned to her blouse,was Penelope. The Receptionist, Penelope, who’s job it was,to screen all visitors to the Office Block,to check the validity of their I.D. credentials, and to ascertain the reason for their visit,looked at me,long,and hard,and with deep,deep scepticism, bordering on outright disbelief,after I had informed her,as to the purpose,and as to the nature,of my visit. After lifting her telephone receiver,the Receptionist,Penelope,took her decidedly dubious and singularly suspicious eyes from my face,only for as long as it took her to tap out the digits of the relevant Office extension number.

“Miss Davis? I’ve got a wimpy looking guy down here, at the Reception Desk,wearing a T.Shirt full of feet. He claims he’s a Mobile Pedicurist,from ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,and his I.D. appears to be in order. He says that he’s here to perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for yourself,Miss Davis,and for all of your Office girls. Miss Davis?”,prompted Penelope,the Receptionist,and I was close enough to the phone to hear my former boss  reply. “Ah! Good! He’s here already,is he? Thanks,Penny! It’s the footguy. We are expecting him. Send him on up,will you,Pen? The footguy knows where we are”. After replacing the receiver,the Receptionist,Penelope, said to me, somewhat  reluctantly, as though she was disappointed,at not being able to send me packing,and with a flea in my ear,and with a jolly good scolding,and as if that was the only consolation, of her mind numbingly  boring job, “Miss Davis says that you are to go on up. She says that you know the way”,and then she added,as though she liked the way that the word sounded,and as though she liked the way that it rolled off her tongue, “footguy”. “Yes,Miss Penelope. Thankyou,Miss Penelope”,I replied,politely and respectfully,to her pretty face,as she regarded me,curiously,candidly,and unblinkingly.

Then,just as I was about to turn away,and go to the lift,I got a very unexpected,and very thrilling little shock. The Receptionist,Penelope,who had rolled her Office chair back,and crossed her right leg over her left knee,now suddenly popped her heel,from her black, Office pump,her black,Office pump,which was just like the ones worn by Miss Julia Davis and her Office girls. The difference here,though,the exciting difference,was that the Receptionist,Penelope,did not wear dark panty hose,or,for that matter,any panty hose at all,and it was her bare heel,that she had popped out of her,black,Office pump. I stopped,entranced,mesmerised,immobilized,going nowhere,the lift,forgotten. Penelope’s bare heel,was a wonder to see. A marvel,and awesome to behold. She knew now,and was fully aware of,her power over me,of her power over the ‘footguy’,her power,that so effortlessly incapacitated me,that so securely trapped me,and that so bewitchingly held me in thrall. As I watched,as though hypnotised,she popped her bare heel back into her black pump again,and then,just 2 seconds later,she popped her beautiful,shapely,pinkly tinged bare heel,back out again,this time,more generously,and revealing her pale skinned,and glorious instep. The Receptionist,Penelope,had rooted me to the spot. I could not have been more powerless to move,if I had been welded to the floor,as I watched her pretty,pinkly tinged,and rosy bare heel,tease me,and toy with me,and torment me,as I watched it pop in,pop out,pop in,pop out,until the Receptionist,Penelope, released me from my hypnotic trance,and she said,with a saucy smirk,which was also evident in her voice, “you’d best go on up,footguy. Miss Davis is waiting for you”. Then,with the spell broken,I said, “yes,Miss Penelope”.

Then,I turned away from Penelope the Receptionist,to head for the lift,but,not before I had seen an amused,mischievous,and playful expression spread across her pretty face,and as she picked up the phone again,and as she tapped out some more digits,and I was sure that within moments,the Receptionist,Penelope,would be delightedly gossiping with one of her friends,no doubt telling her all about the ‘footguy’,and telling her all about the Mobile Pedicurist,from ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,who was here,to perform ‘Tootsies’ ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for Miss Julia Davis and all of her Office girls,who had actually formed an Office ‘Foot Club’! The next day,back at work at ‘Tootsies’,I would be informed by my 2 employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,that they had received quite a number of interested inquiries,from this Office Block,asking for details of how to form and sign up to an Office ‘Foot Club’ Contract. For helping to bring in so much extra very lucrative business,for them, Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,would show their gratitude,by giving me the most splendid of rewards! It would seem, that the playful and gossipy Receptionist,Penelope,had set in train,with her wagging tongue,a chain reaction,that had spread the news about the ‘footguy’,and about the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,like a relay of smoke signals,sent by the camp fires of a band of bored and gossipy Red Indians,with too much time on their hands,and with nothing better to do,to relieve their boredom,and to occupy their time.

When I finally made it,to the Office door of Miss Julia Davis,and politely knocked,I heard the well remembered,the crisp and commanding tones,which was the voice of authority,the voice, of Miss Julia Davis. “Come in,david!”,she called,crisply,and commandingly.

Suddenly,now that I was actually here,at the Office door of my former boss,Miss Julia Davis,and at hearing the well remembered,and crisply commanding voice from within,calling me into her presence,I was a bag of nerves,and it was with trembling fingers,that I opened the door,and entered the Office of my former boss,Miss Julia Davis. Upon seeing that she was still busy with some paperwork,at her desk,I ventured,quietly,and politely and respectfully,”good morning,Miss Davis. I hope you are well?”. Miss Davis replied,somewhat distractedly,”sit down,david. I shall be with you in a moment”. “Yes,Miss Davis . Thankyou,Miss Davis”,I said,compliantly. I sat opposite her,and I watched her,in  nervous anticipation,and in silence,across her Office desk,as she swiftly and systematically dealt with her paperwork,in her highly efficient and proficient manner. Then,after a minute or so,which to me,nervously waiting,felt like more than an hour, Miss Julia Davis,in the rather ostentatious manner of a TV news presenter,after she has finished reading the news bulletin,picked up her sheets of paperwork,and she shuffled them,and she tapped them on her desktop,until they were aligned precisely,and to her satisfaction,before placing the neat pile of paperwork on her desk,in front of her.

Only then,did she look at me,and,when she did,Miss Julia Davis had the look about her, a rather predatory look,that made me think of a cat,whose mouse,she realized, had returned to within point blank range,and back in harms way, of her sharp and scything claws. And whose mouse,she seemed to also realize, could only stare into the cruel and implacable green pools of her eyes,and wallow in them,helplessly,and unable to swim. And whose mouse,she also seemed to realize,was in awe of her,and had a self destructive adoration for her. And,whose mouse,she also seemed to realize,was constantly cowed and cowering,in the full and fearful knowledge, that he is spared from a hideous and horrible destruction, solely upon the condition,that he continues to meet the requirements of his ‘parole’, and on the condition, that he continues to amuse and to serve the purposes, of the  beautiful predator to whom he is natural  prey,and on the condition,that he continues, to serve the purposes, of the fiendish feline furball,that rules and dominates him,so comprehensively and so completely. Fortunately for me,though,her sharp and scything claws were safely retracted,for she desired only the indulgence of her playful,if cruel whims. She desired only, to indulge herself,in her desires to tease me,to toy with me,to torment me,and,of course,to humiliate me. Oh,yes,especially that,to humiliate me. I instinctively knew,that  Miss Julia Davis wanted her revenge against me,for indulging myself in the  pleasant daydreams of my foot fantasies, about the dangling,heel popping,and shoe playing,dark panty hosed feet of her Office girls, all day,and not getting any work done,when working for her,(or not working,as the case may be) in her Office,as her former employee. And,it was plain to see,that Miss Julia Davis,would have her revenge. I received her silent message,loud and clear, so to speak,via the medium of beautiful green eyes.

Then, Miss Julia Davis broke the spell that she had cast upon me,and she said,brightly,and in the tones she might use to explain,and to enthuse about,the basic rudiments of the job being undertaken by one of her new Office recruits. “Well then,david! It is certainly no exaggeration,to say that I have been SO looking forward to having you back here,but,under these very different conditions,of course. Conditions,to which I am eminently more  favourable, and much happier with,and that cater so perfectly,to the partialities of my very particular tastes. You shall be the bane of my life,and darken my day, no more,david! Now,david,I shall take the very greatest of pleasure,in bringing you to HEEL! Since you know,david, that I am not one for standing on ceremony,and much less one for engaging in pointless pleasantries, that serve no purpose other than to waste and fritter away very valuable Office time,we shall get down to brass tacks right away,shall we,david?”  Knowing the answer that was required of me,I answered,”yes,Miss Davis”. “Very good,david. I shall just spend a moment then,in outlining your duties,that my Office girls and myself will require of you here today,david. First,and foremost,david,from 9 am until 10 am,by way of your abject apologies to me,for staring at my Office girls feet all day,and not getting any work done,as my former employee,you will spend that hour,david,under my desk, grovelling at my feet,and kissing them,and also being of use to me there,as my foot rest,while I attend to my paperwork. Then,for periods of 1 hour each,except for Lunch Hour between 12-00 and 1-00,you will perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for all of my 5 Office girls. Then,at 4 pm, you will report back here to me,in my Office,and you will perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for me,until 5 pm. Now,david! Get yourself under my desk,at my feet,and begin your apologising!”,ordered Miss Julia Davis,crisply,and commandingly. “Yes,Miss Davis ! Right away,Miss Davis!”,I replied,obediently.

When I got to my hands and knees,and looked under her desk,I saw that Miss Julia Davis was sitting with her very shapely,and dark panty hosed legs stretched out,and with her black,Office pump clad feet,comfortably crossed,at her ankles. Then,as I looked admiringly at her shapely calves,she snatched my attention to a different part of her anatomy,when she popped her heel from the pump,that was resting on top of her other ankle. Oh,my God! I could not believe this! I was actually on my hands and knees,under the Office desk of my former boss,Miss Julia Davis,looking at her dark panty hosed heel,as she so excitingly and teasingly popped it,from her black,Office pump! “I’m waiting,david!”,Miss Julia Davis informed me,warningly. “Yes,Miss Davis ! At once,Miss Davis!”,I replied,and I crawled under her desk,to do her bidding,and to serve her,as per her requirements,by kissing her feet,and grovelling there,in my abject apology to her. And,I had a lot to say ‘Sorry’ for! Oh,my God! Placing my apologising lips against her dark panty hosed heel,was like an impossible dream,come true. Then,as I apologetically kissed her heel,over and over,she used the top of my head as her shoe horn,to ease her pump off,all the way,and there was a soft thud,as her black,Office pump fell to the thick carpet of her Office floor. Then,in the next instant,another impossible dream came unbelievably and incredibly true,when Miss Julia Davis’s dark panty hosed toes,fresh out of her black,Office pump,cupped around my nose,and held my nose,tightly,and securely,in their wonderful grip. Oh,my God! The way that her dark panty hosed toes felt,as they gripped and as they cupped my nose,and as they held it prisoner,their cupped captive, the way they felt,combined with the incredible,unbelievable,heavenly scent,that I hungrily and greedily inhaled,from her toes,instantly propelled me,rocketed me,into a sensual and olfactory overdrive,of intolerable ecstasy. By now,I was lying on the floor,under her Office desk,with the last of the coherence of my babbling,abject apologies,quickly disappearing, with her dark panty hosed toes,cupped,and clenched tightly to my nose,and I continued to inhale luxurious,deep,oh,so deep sniffs, of her heavenly foot scent,from in between her toes,until,after what must have been several minutes,I felt her toes relax their tight grip on my nose,and then,Miss Julia Davis,as though absent mindedly,and as though she was so totally engrossed in her paperwork,that she had quite forgotten all about me,and as though she had quite forgotten,too,that I was under her Office desk,and that I was at her feet,and that I was kissing and smelling her feet,and that I was grovelling,and that I was abjectly apologising, to her, as though absent mindedly,with the ball of her dark panty hosed foot,and the pads of her toes,Miss Julia Davis,began to gently and repeatedly stroke my nose,and my lips,and my chin.

Oh! This was too much,for me! Much too much! I could not withstand,such scintillating stimulation,and such profound pleasure,for much longer! And,after all,had not my former employer,Miss Julia Davis,actually commanded me,yes,actually commanded me, to kiss her feet,by way of expressing my most sincere and abject apologies,to her? At this amazing realization,that I would not,after all, be contravening the dictates of my training and conditioning,and that I would not be compromising the discipline and the directives of my employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,and that I was,to my incredible delight,and, as unbelievable as it may seem,being given,not only free reign,but that I was actually being commanded,to indulge myself to the max,and to bring to life,and to realize,one of my most potent and cherished fantasies,the fantasy,of kissing the lovely,shapely feet of my former employer,of kissing the feet of the woman,who had so gleefully fired me from my job,of kissing the feet,of Miss Julia Davis,I no longer tried to resist,and I could not resist,the wonderful madness that beckoned me,and I gave in,to the delirium,to the delicious insanity,that could not,and would not be denied,a moment longer. Miss Julia Davis’s dark panty hosed foot,became the all consuming focus,and the recipient of my babbling,and barely coherent,but nonetheless heartfelt, and sincere apologies,and of my expressions of heartbroken and gut clenching regret,as my adoring and apologising lips explored all of the wonderful and magical places on the sole of her dark panty hosed foot,and kissed,and kissed,and kissed,and apologised,and apologised,and apologised. “Oh,Miss Davis! Please,please forgive me! I am so,so sorry,so very sorry,for disappointing you,and for staring at your Office girls feet all day,and not getting any work done! Oh! Miss Davis! I am nothing but a useless,hopeless,ungrateful wretch,Miss Davis!”,I babbled,and wailed,and grovelled,under her Office desk,and kissed her dark panty hosed feet,in the wild and emotional throes,of my abject apologies.

Then,my former employer,Miss Julia Davis,as though inviting me to prove the sincerity of my so ardently professed, and abect apologies,removed her adorable,dark panty hosed foot from my adoring,apologising lips,and she eased it back into her black,Office pump,then,she reached her feet back,under her Office chair,crossed her ankles,and popped her heel. Well,I knew,by now,just exactly what was required of me,by Miss Julia Davis,and, I did not hesitate,for a moment,to perform my duties,and to satisfy the unspoken,yet patently obvious criteria,of her latest requirement. On hands and knees,I crawled behind her Office chair,and,though it was very awkward,very awkward indeed,not to mention highly uncomfortable,I bent low,very low,and I placed my lips,pressed my abjectly apologising lips,to the bottom of her shapely, dark panty hosed heel. Miss Julia Davis,then spent the next few minutes,in working me like a fool,in the frequent crossing and re-crossing of her ankles,and in popping her heel,for me to kiss,in abject apology,which,of course,I did,and I continued to do so,for as long as she required me to perform that very particular service,for her.  Then,Miss Julia Davis stretched her long and shapely,dark panty hosed legs,and her black,Office pump clad feet,under her Office desk again,and she ordered me,crisply,and commandingly,”david! Lie on your back,now,under my Office desk! I will spend the remainder of this hour,david,using your face,as my footrest”. “Yes,Miss Davis ! At once,Miss Davis!”,I replied,as I hurried to comply,with her latest demeaning and degrading instructions, to me.

Miss Julia Davis hovered her feet above the floor,by way of her indication to me, just exactly where she required my upturned face to be positioned,for her maximum comfort and convenience,and ease of use,and I lay on my back,and I  manoeuvred myself precisely in place,to her perfect satisfaction,right beneath her black,Office pump clad feet. Then,as I lay on the floor,on my back,directly under her feet,Miss Julia Davis,as I watched,enthralled,used the toe of one of her black,Office pumps,to prise her heel from her other pump,and she let her pump fall from her foot,and it landed on my upturned face,before coming to rest on the floor. Her other pump followed the first,slowly,and excitingly,as she employed the same method,and achieved the same result. I turned my face towards her discarded pumps,and,from the angle at which they were lying,I could see that their insoles were dark and worn,from long usage,and the name of the shoe manufacturer was no longer legible,beneath the accumulation of dirt and grime and sweat stains,from her dark panty hosed feet. Then,I returned my full attention to the business at hand,and I watched, mesmerised, as Miss Julia Davis’s shoeless,dark panty hosed feet hovered above my face,and as she flexed and scrunched and wiggled her toes,inside the nylon confines of her dark panty hose,just mere inches above my eyes,before finally lowering both of her glorious feet, simultaneously, slowly,certainly, precisely,and securely,to my waiting,upturned, and precisely positioned face,like 2 unlikely shaped space vehicles,and her feet fixedly,and perfectly,and decisively locked into position, on my upturned face,as though now safely ensconced,in the security of their docking station,and,as I watched Miss Julia Davis’s dark panty hosed feet descend,accurately and unerringly to their destination,and as I felt them successfully complete their  rendezvous with my face,such was the power,and such was the extent,of my heart bursting excitement,and of my intolerable ecstasy,that it felt as though my very wits had deserted me,had been unhinged,and had scattered at the speed of light,to the far corners and to the furthest reaches of the universe. Lying on the floor,on my back,under her Office desk,with her dark panty hosed feet resting on my face,as she used it for her foot rest, Miss Julia Davis again instructed me, “thankyou,david. I would like to like to keep you here to myself,all day,just like this,under my Office desk,at my feet, in fact,I would love nothing more,but,we have a schedule to keep to. I want you to go into the main Office now,and report to Lisa. She will organise your ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service duties,for herself,and for the rest of my Office girls. Off you go then,david,you are dismissed. But,remember to report back to me,here in my Office,at 4 pm.,for your final performance of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for me. Oh! I shall certainly be looking forward to that,david! You can rest assured! Well,david! What are you waiting for? Haven’t I just ordered you to report to Lisa?”. “Yes,Miss Davis! I’m on my way,Miss Davis!”,I replied,obediently,as I let myself out of her Office. In one sense,it was a blessed relief,for I had become extremely hot and bothered!

When I entered my former workplace, which was the main,open plan Office,I was really rather surprised,but very pleasantly pleased,and actually quite touched,by the genuine warmth of the greeting of the Office girls towards me. “Hey,hello,david!”,cried Lisa,in welcome. “Hi,footguy!”,chorused the other Office girls,their open friendliness,also evident in their voices. The Office girls,my former co workers,would tell me,later,that they had all felt rather sad,and sorry for me,when their boss,Miss Julia Davis,had fired me from my job,after having reached the end of her tether with me,and as the ideal opportunity to “get rid of the footguy,once and for all” ,had suddenly and unexpectedly presented itself to her,when I had failed to phone in when sick,for staring at her Office girls heel popping,pump dangling,and shoe playing,dark panty hosed feet,all day,and not getting any work done. The Office girls would tell me later,also,that they themselves,actually had no problem with,and did not mind,in the least,about my ‘admiring’,and wistfully dreaming about,their playfully active,dark panty hosed feet. And, if anything,they would also tell me, later, they were really actually quite amused,and very amazed,by the very idea,that anyone would even want to look at,let alone want to spend all day, in wistfully daydreaming about,and in being so splendidly entertained by,their stinky feet. And,they would also tell me,later,that they had not,not even once,had a decent cup of tea,since their boss had fired me from my job,since Miss Julia Davis,had got “rid of the footguy,once and for all”.

Then,Lisa,upon remembering just exactly what I was here for,became rather more business like,and she said,”well,footguy,time for you to go to work! We have all been looking forward to you coming back,and performing the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for us,david. We couldn’t believe it,when Miss Davis told us the wonderful news,that she had formed an Office ‘Foot Club’ for us all! Oh,Miss Davis is such a wonderful boss! She looks after her Office girls so well!  Miss Davis has told me,david,to instruct you to perform your duties for us,under our Office desks,so as to minimise the inevitable and unavoidable distractions and disruptions,to our Office work,that your ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service to us,is certain to engender. Ha ha!! Those are Miss Davis’s words,david,not mine”. “I thought they might be,Miss Lisa”,I replied,respectfully. “Oh! ‘Miss’ Lisa! It’s ‘Miss’ Lisa,now,is it,david? I must say,david,I rather like the sound of that! It makes me feel very important,and respected,and special,and superior,too,and,I know it sounds silly,but,it also makes me feel, as though I am basking in the glow of a lovely,warm light.” “That is how I must address all of ‘Tootsies’ clients,Miss Lisa,since they are all very important,and respected,and special,and superior. Miss Lisa, I am the foot servant,of ‘Tootsies’ clients,and when I am serving them,they are,in the words of my employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,my ‘Mistress of the moment’,just as you are about to become my ‘Mistress of the moment’,Miss Lisa,and as I am about to become your foot servant”. “Okay then,david, let’s get on with it! Let’s do it! I have just taken my dark panty hose off,for you,and my feet are bare,now,in my Office pumps,and I am rather afraid,that they might be a bit stinky.Sorry,footguy! The other Office girls will do the same,when it is their turn for you to perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for them,and,the good news is,david,that we are all going to let you keep our stinky panty hose,for souvenirs,because we all know just how much you like them,david. Right then,footguy! I have used up quite enough of my hour,in talking to you! It’s time for action! It’s time for you to get into position,under my Office desk,and you can take my pumps off,for me. Then,david,you can get your tongue good and busy,on my bare feet,for the next hour,while I get on with my Office work. Okay,footguy,move smartly! Haven’t I just given you your orders?”,said Lisa,somewhat imperiously,as if she had suddenly come to like the idea,of being able to order me under her Office desk,for the purpose of licking her stinky feet,for the next hour. “Yes,Miss Lisa! Right away,Miss Lisa!”,I replied,and I hastily obeyed her order,to “get into position” ,under her Office desk.

When I carefully eased Lisa’s black,Office pumps from her feet,with a reluctant whoosh of escaping air,the under desk space immediately filled up,with the pungent aroma,of her rather stinky feet. Not too stinky,though, as they sort of reminded me of the smell of a freshly opened bag of cheese flavoured corn chips,and,I am rather partial,to those! This was the first time,that I had ever seen the bare feet of any of the Office girls,since they all wore dark panty hose to work in the Office. But now,and starting with Lisa,all of the wonderful and intimate details, and character,and all of the awesome and exciting secrets,of their bare feet,would be revealed to me,one pair of glorious bare feet,after another,as,today,my wistful dreams of intimately acquainting myself,with the heretofore hidden secrets,of the bare feet of all 5 of my former co workers,would actually come true! Gloriously!

Lisa’s feet,I now saw,at this extreme close range,were not large,but they were quite broad,and fleshy,and she had quite thick,chunky toes,and low arches. Lisa’s toe nails were not painted,and they appeared carelessly and unevenly trimmed. I noted,also,with great ‘professional’ interest,that she had a couple of calluses,and also that she had some rather hard skin starting to form,especially,on her heels,and on the balls of her feet,and,it was my ‘professional’ opinion,that,if not ‘treated’ in time,and then,if not ‘treated’ regularly,Lisa’s sole skin would inevitably continue to harden. So,my overall ‘professional’ impression and opinion,then, of Lisa’s feet,was that Lisa undoubtedly had nice,attractive soles,but that,unquestionably,Lisa was not the sort of young lady,who either cared about,or was given to paying much attention,to even the general and basic,and most rudimentary maintenance of her feet,let alone,being inclined to invest her time and money,on their pampering and prettification. Well,the footguy was here,now,and he did care,about Lisa’s feet! Oh,yes! I,was going to ‘treat’ Lisa’s uncared for,and unkempt and untidy feet,for her! I,was going to attend to,and pay attention to, her feet,for her! And,I,was going to lavish upon Lisa’s feet,my own personal brand of T.L.C.,as I performed ‘Tootsies’ ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for her. Lisa’s foot care,was now my business,and my responsibility,and I was profoundly pleased and proud,that I now found myself in the position,where I was allowed to perform my humble services,upon the poorly maintained,and unkempt and untidy feet of Lisa,and also upon the feet of the other Office girls,my former co workers.

Oh,how time raced by,as I performed my under the Office desk duties, for my 5 former co workers,and suddenly,it was 4 pm. Time for me to report back to Miss Julia Davis’s Office,to perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for her. When I was back in her own Office,I immediately saw,that Miss Julia Davis had already taken off her dark panty hose,and that her feet were now bare,and I watched,enthralled,entranced,and in awe,as she crossed and re crossed her very shapely ankles,under her Office desk,and as she absent mindedly did the most amazing and exciting little things with her feet,that it was such a sheer joy for me to watch and to behold,as she attended to her paperwork. Presently,Miss Julia Davis finished her paperwork,and she then turned her full attention upon me. Miss Julia Davis,was now ready,for me,ready,for the footguy.

“Well,david,the time has come! The time has arrived, that I have been waiting for,and that I have been looking forward to,with such sweet anticipation! The time, when I will find out, for myself, just what all the fuss is about,about the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,won’t I,david?”. “Yes,Miss Davis ”,I replied,utterly incapable,of keeping the sound of my rising excitement out of my voice. “Are you really,and honestly sorry,david,that you disappointed me so much,as my former employee?”. “Yes,Miss Davis,I am really,and honestly sorry!” “Are you truly sorry,david,that you stared at my Office girls feet,all day,and didn’t get any work done?”. “Yes,Miss Davis,I am truly sorry!”. “And,david,do you really want to try and make it up to me,then,for all of your terrible sins against me?”. “Yes,Miss Davis,I really want to try to make it up to you! Oh,my terrible sins,Miss Davis!”. “Very well,then,david. You can try to make it up to me,by giving me,david,your best ever,and finest performance,of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service”. “Oh,Miss Davis! Yes,Miss Davis! I shall give you my best ever,and my finest performance,of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,Miss Davis!”,I babbled,in my incredible,and all consuming excitement,as I got to my hands and knees,and as I crawled under her Office desk,to her waiting,shoeless,and alluring bare feet.

Seeing Miss Julia Davis’s bare feet,for the first time, and at such an exquisitely intimate,and at such an incredibly close range as this,far transcended all of my previous experiences,at serving at the feet of females. For,the bare feet of Miss Julia Davis,were not just lovely,and were not just shapely,and were not just beautiful,and were not just adorable,and were not just perfectly proportioned, and were not just heavenly scented,but, her feet were all of these things,and more,they were an amazing,and fabulous,and fantastic combination,of each and every one of those perfections,and they were a glorious agglomeration,of the most complete set,of the most fabulous attributes. But,in addition to this,an incredibly heady and intoxicating rush,of humiliation,of such an impossible sweetness,and of such a purity,and of such a piquancy,surged through my body,and roared through my mind,as I feverishly and frantically and frenetically licked Miss Julia Davis’s perfect and precious bare soles,and as I sucked her beautiful bare heels,and as I sucked her succulent bare toes,and as I obediently and slavishly performed what was,indeed,up until that time,the pinnacle of my performances,of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service.   I performed,as ordered,my best ever and finest performance,of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,at the very feet,of the woman, who had not only fired me from my job,but who had fired me from my job,even as I had actually witnessed that tumultuous event,through ‘The Mirror’,as she had actually phoned me at my home,from the Office, after I had failed to phone in,when sick,with such a wicked glee,in her heart,and with such a malicious gleam,in her eyes,and with such a vindictive satisfaction,in her voice,and,it seemed to me,as I watched Miss Julia Davis, through ‘The Mirror’,that the emotions that she had felt,in firing me from my job,were powerful,and all consuming,and that they rocked her mind,and thrilled her body,and,it seemed to me,as I watched Miss Julia Davis,through ‘The Mirror’,that her powerful and all consuming emotions, manifested themselves,and gave expression,in the supremely sensual way, that she had eased off her black,Office pump,as she began to deliver my devastating dismissal to me, in front of all of her Office girls,over the phone,and in the way that her shapely,dark panty hosed foot,had played with her pump,as though she somehow knew, or felt, and that she somehow intuited,that I was watching her,oh,yes,the way that she had played with her pump,and toyed with it,and teased it,and tormented it,and manipulated it,oh,yes,especially,manipulated it,and,to me,as I had watched her,through ‘The Mirror’, it seemed,for all the world,that she was playing with,and toying with,and teasing,and tormenting,and manipulating, ME!

In the wild and insane throes of my best ever and finest performance,to date,of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,at the command of,and at the lovely,and beautiful,and precious feet,of the woman who had fired me from my job,so wickedly,so maliciously,so vindictively,and with such cruel satisfaction,all of those mind shattering,and body racking,and soul searing memories,came rushing back to me,and filled my head,memories,so clear,so pellucidly clear,and so detailed,so incredibly detailed,as remembered,through the perfect medium of ‘The Mirror’, that,now,no amount of rigorous training,and no amount of careful conditioning,and no amount of painstaking instruction,and no amount of mind numbing indoctrination,and no amount of the instilment of the strict discipline,of my 2 employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,could possibly have prevented what was inevitably going to happen,in the commission of my ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service ,under the Office desk,of Miss Julia Davis. I mean,after all,I am only human!

At the realization, of the unprecedented state of affairs occurring under her Office desk,Miss Julia Davis immediately pressed her intercom button,for,this was something that she dearly wished all of her Office girls to witness,for now,she would surely rise,greatly, and even higher,in their estimation of her,to actually witness,the physical evidence of my total inability,to resist her ‘charms’ ,and to control myself,at the feet of their boss,and she now called,urgently,and exultantly, “Lisa! Please come to my Office,at once! And Lisa,bring all of my other Office girls with you! Please hurry,Lisa! I’ve got something here, to show you all! Something,that you simply MUST see!”. A moment later,an extremely curious Lisa,closely attended by the rest of the equally curious Office girls,rushed,as one,mildly alarmed,but extremely curious,at the decidedly urgent tone of their boss’s summons,into her Office,impatient to discover the cause of their boss’s uncharacteristically excitable behaviour,and,at beholding the amazingly bizarre,and hilarious tableau before them,they at first stood still,and aghast,in their initial shock. Then,a moment later,one of the Office girls let out a titter,that she could not prevent from escaping,though she held her hand across her mouth,in a futile attempt to stop that involuntary expression of her hilarity. And,at hearing that titter,from their co worker,the rest of the Office girls could not prevent the dams of their own mirth from rupturing,and bursting open,and,there then erupted such laughter,of such an unladylike quality,and of such a ribald and raucous character,and of such a saucy and salacious merriment,the nature of which,had never before been heard,in the Office of Miss Julia Davis.

Lisa cried,”Oh,Miss Davis,ha ha!! How shocking,ha ha ha!!! Oh,Miss Davis,you aren’t going to tell the footguy’s employers,are you,Miss Davis?”. To which Miss Davis,exceedingly pleased,by the reaction of her Office girls,replied,laughingly,for she also enjoyed a jolly good joke,and a laugh,just as much as the next person, “no,of course not,Lisa! We don’t want david to get fired again,do we? And,besides, I’ve already booked david to come to the Office once a month,as per our ‘Foot Club’ Contract arrangements,to perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for us all,for the next year,and,now that I have experienced the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for myself,I have every intention,of renewing our Office ‘Foot Club’ Contract,when it expires. And, I think that you will all readily agree with me,that the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service wouldn’t be the same,unless it was done for us,by the footguy. And,besides,Lisa,I won’t be letting david off the hook,entirely,oh,no! I simply can’t wait,Lisa,to phone my friend, Doris ,this evening,who,in case you are not aware,is the footguy’s future Mother in Law. I can’t wait,oh,Lisa,I simply can’t wait,to tell Doris all about her future Son in Law’s little escapade,here,under my Office desk”.

“Oh,no,Miss Davis ! You wouldn’t! You couldn’t!”,cried Lisa,as though appalled,but,it seemed to me,that Lisa was also titillated,and secretly pleased,at the same time,at the very idea, of ‘grassing me up’ to my future Mother in Law,and as if she thought it a very wonderful thing,a thing not to be missed, and a thing not to be squandered,and a thing to be seized upon,whenever these things came along, and a thing to be taken advantage of,a deliciously mischievous opportunity,and a wonderful chance,to either bend a man to her will,or, perhaps, to generously pass on this marvellous advantage,like a baton,to the women in his life,and thereby providing them, with a stick to beat him with,in a manner of speaking. Miss Julia Davis replied,to Lisa’s exclamations, “oh,but Lisa,I certainly can! And,I certainly will!”. When the rather unkind chuckles of the Office girls,at my impending predicament, had died down,they all returned their attention,to my present predicament. Miss Julia Davis said,”oh,and Lisa?”. Yes,Miss Davis ?”. “Would you please get some wet wipes and tissues,for the footguy? As you can see,Lisa,david seems to have had some sort of an accident,under my Office desk,at my bare feet”. “Yes,of course,Miss Davis”,replied Lisa,and the amused giggles of the Office girls started again,as they all looked at me,rather fondly,and indulgently,it seemed to me,under the desk,of their boss,Miss Julia Davis,and,smilingly,they all looked at my red,bashful,and extremely embarrassed face,and they looked also,at the physical evidence of my ‘accident’,which was the unavoidable,and inevitable consequence,of the most mind shattering,and of the most emotionally charged ,and of the most soul searing,and of the most ecstatic, and of the most eminently satisfying,female feet induced orgasm,that I had experienced,so far,and that I had experienced,under the Office desk,and at the bare feet,of the very woman,who had taken such great pleasure,in firing me from my job,who had taken such great pleasure and satisfaction,in fact,that it was almost sexual,to her,my former boss,at the Office,almost sexual,to Miss Julia Davis.  What a woman!

After cleaning myself up,with the wet wipes and tissues that Lisa had been kind enough to find for me,I picked up my ‘Tootsies’ Mobile Pedicurist’s Bag,and I reverently put my latest treasures inside it,my treasures,which were the pairs of dark panty hose,of not only Lisa and the rest of the Office girls,but also,the dark panty hose,of my former boss,Miss Julia Davis. Well! What an amazing day I had experienced,at my former workplace! When I got out of the lift,I saw that Penelope,the Receptionist,was still at her Reception Desk. When Penelope saw me,she called, “hey,footguy! Come here!” Of course,I did as I was told,by the young lady,and I reported to her directly,at her Reception Desk. Handing me a slip of paper,Penelope,the Receptionist,said,”here,footguy,this is my phone number. Just in case you would like to drop by my apartment,next week,some time. I would just adore,having my little tootsies pampered,by someone who would treat them right,and by someone who would really love them,someone,like you,footguy”,said the Recptionist,Penelope,as she pushed the slip of paper into my hand,the slip of paper,with her phone number on it!  “Oh,yes,Miss Penelope! Thankyou! I would be so honoured,to be of service to you,Miss Penelope! I will be certain to remember to contact you early next week,to let you know when I can be available to you, and serve you, Miss Penelope. Goodbye for now,then,Miss Penelope”,I said,in farewell,and I went outside,and I let myself into my car.  What a day!

When I got home,I was to find that the excitement of the day was not yet finished with me,and that I was to make a wonderful,and astounding discovery! Even though I had no Mobile Pedicure Assignments scheduled, for that Tuesday evening,still, I was of the opinion,that it would not be a particularly auspicious time,to go and spend some quality time with Debbie,either,due to Miss Julia Davis’s impending phone call to her friend,Doris,Debbie’s Mother,for,I most certainly did not want to be there,then,during their phone conversation!, Oh,no,out of the question! So,instead,I decided on the much less enjoyable,but necessary activity,of having a good tidy up,in my living room. Well,what I shock I received,when I pushed my vacuum cleaner,into the less frequented territory,behind my most comfortable chair,for I had the most thrilling and exciting of surprises,when,what should I find lying on the carpet,behind my most comfortable chair,where it had been lying out of sight,until now,but a very attractive and rather sexy, female shoe! For,my wonderful and amazing discovery,was none other,I immediately realized,than the sexy, strappy sandal,that had belonged to Chuck’s lovely and lively wife,Sally,who had so violently and vengefully attacked me with it,aboard the 18 – 25 Cruise Ship,that I had so inadvertently found myself aboard,and I  had also found myself, up to my back teeth,in the most dire of desperate dilemmas. Evidently,I now realized,to my amazed delight,that Sally’s sexy, strappy sandal,had followed me, just as I had effected my more than fortunate escape,back into the safety of my own living room,via the portal of ‘The Mirror’,and it had apparently ended up,out of sight,behind my most comfortable chair,to lie there unnoticed, until now,when I had decided it was time to take my vacuum cleaner for a walk. Oh,yes,there could,of course,be no mistake,and no doubt. I was now the proud owner,of that fine example of female footwear,the proud owner,of that attractive and sexy, strappy sandal. The attractive and sexy, strappy sandal,that had belonged to Sally,but that now belonged,to me!

I reverently,and gratefully picked up the attractive and sexy, strappy sandal, that was formerly the property of Chuck’s lovely and lively wife,Sally,but that was now in my own safe possession, and,after kissing it,with great reverence and respect, and, of also being more than half convinced,that I could actually detect,the faint,residual aroma,of Sally’s foot odour,I placed my newly acquired sandal,along with my also newly acquired pairs of dark panty hose,inside of my also newly acquired, spotlit,3 tiered, glass display case. I placed,what was formerly Sally’s,sandal,but was now mine,on the centre shelf. I then placed the 6 pairs of dark panty hose,given to me,as souvenirs,by Miss Julia Davis,and all of her Office girls,on the bottom shelf,alongside of the long,white cotton,school socks,of Collette Carter,and Mandy Miller,also given to me,as souvenirs,by Katie Carter. 

Then,I stood back,and,like the proudest of museum curates,I admired these most rare and remarkable of exhibits. The most rare and remarkable exhibits of my treasure.  Oh, what a most marvellous, and magnificent collection!  And,tomorrow,at work at ‘Tootsies Pedicure Salon,my 2 employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,would,for helping to secure for them some rather lucrative Office ‘Foot Club’ Contracts,reward me well,and their rewards,would take ‘pride of place’, on the top shelf,of my spot lit,3 tiered, glass display case.

THE MIRROR  continues, in Part 11.