The rest of the day turns into a slow, spiraling nightmare. After the incident with Scarlett, Jess and Olivia seem more emboldened than ever. Every moment you spend in the office feels like a test of endurance as they chip away at whatever shred of dignity you have left. It begins small, as it always does—fetching their coffee, reorganizing their desks, but it quickly escalates.
Jess is relentless, constantly finding new ways to humiliate you in front of Olivia and, occasionally, Scarlett. Olivia, meanwhile, plays along with wicked enthusiasm, using every opportunity to remind you of your “place.” Scarlett, though not always present, keeps a close watch, ensuring you understand the consequences of stepping out of line.
It’s nearly midday when things start to shift. You’ve just finished picking up Jess’s lunch order when she calls you over to her desk. Olivia is sitting beside her, spinning slightly in her chair, a smug look on her face as you approach.
“You’re late,” Jess says flatly, even though you know you weren’t.
You try to respond, but she cuts you off. “That’s strike one, Tom. I’m not in the mood for excuses.”
She takes the bag from you and sets it aside, not even bothering to check the contents. Instead, she leans back in her chair, tapping a manicured finger against her chin as she looks you over.
“Olivia and I were talking,” she begins, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “And we think you need a little more motivation to stay on task.”
Olivia leans forward, her smile wicked and full of mischief. “Yeah, Tom. You’ve been slacking lately. You need something to keep you focused.”
You glance between them, confused but wary. Whatever they have planned, it’s not going to be good.
Jess crosses her legs slowly, deliberately, her black heels catching your eye. She notices immediately and smirks, sharing a knowing look with Olivia.
“We know what *really* distracts you,” Jess says, her voice low and mocking. “And since you’re so eager to impress us, maybe we can make this work in your favor.”
Olivia giggles, leaning back in her chair as she slips one of her heels off, dangling it from her toes. “Yeah, maybe if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you have a little… reward.”
You feel your heart race, a mix of humiliation and strange excitement filling your chest. They know. They’ve seen the way you’ve looked at their feet, the way you’ve been unable to hide your fixation. And now they’re using it against you.
Jess uncrosses her legs, tapping her heel on the floor. “Here’s how it’s going to work, Tom. Every task we give you from now on? You’re going to do it perfectly, no mistakes. And if you manage to impress us… well, maybe we’ll let you indulge in that little fetish of yours.”
Olivia laughs softly, twirling her shoe around with her toes. “But if you mess up? No chance. In fact, we’ll make sure you never get another opportunity.”
Your face burns with shame, but despite the humiliation, the temptation they’re dangling in front of you is impossible to ignore. They’ve backed you into a corner, and they know it. The more you try to focus, the more your thoughts betray you, dragging your mind back to the image of Jess’s black heels, Olivia’s bare toes, and the twisted promise they’ve made. You hate how easily they’ve ensnared you, but you feel yourself caving in.
Jess watches your reaction closely, a smirk playing on her lips. “Look at him, Olivia,” she mocks, her voice dripping with condescension. “He’s practically drooling already, and we haven’t even done anything yet.”
Olivia giggles, slipping her foot out of her other heel and wiggling her toes playfully. “Do you think he’s going to beg us to let him worship them? It’d be cute if he did, wouldn’t it?”
The room feels like it’s closing in, their words echoing in your mind as you stand there, helpless and humiliated. But before you can even think to respond, Jess taps her heel on the floor again, commanding your attention.
“Listen, Tom,” she says, her tone hardening. “This isn’t a free pass. You’ll only get what you want if you prove you’re worthy of it. So here’s your first test.”
Jess gestures toward the stack of files on her desk. “Sort and organize these by the end of the hour. No mistakes, no delays. If you do it right, maybe I’ll let you get a little closer to these heels you seem so obsessed with.”
She crosses her legs again, deliberately letting the tip of her shoe brush against your leg as she does so, sending a jolt of nervous energy through you. Olivia, meanwhile, leans back in her chair, stretching out her legs, her toes wiggling in your direction like a taunt.
“If you’re good, we might let you do more than just look,” Olivia adds with a grin.
You nod quickly, your mind clouded with shame but also a strange, undeniable pull. You move to Jess’s desk, your hands shaking slightly as you start working through the files. You can feel their eyes on you, watching, judging, waiting for you to slip up.
Every second feels like an eternity as you work. The pressure is suffocating, and no matter how hard you try to focus on the task, your mind keeps drifting back to Jess’s heels, Olivia’s bare feet, and the humiliating situation you find yourself in. You hate yourself for it, but the more you try to push the thoughts away, the stronger they return.
Minutes tick by, and you scramble to finish the task. You’re almost done when Jess speaks up, her voice cutting through the silence. “Time’s almost up, Tom. Are you going to finish in time, or are you going to fail like always?”
You grit your teeth, your fingers flying over the files as you organize them, trying desperately to meet the deadline. The last thing you want is to give them more ammunition to humiliate you, but the stress is overwhelming.
Finally, you finish, placing the last file on Jess’s desk with only a minute to spare. You stand there, nervous and waiting for her judgment. She looks over the work, her eyes scanning the files before leaning back in her chair, a slow, wicked smile creeping across her face.
“Well, well,” Jess says, crossing her legs again, her heel dangling from her toes. “It looks like you managed to get it right this time. I’m almost impressed.”
Olivia claps mockingly. “Good job, Tom! You’ve earned yourself a little reward.”
Your heart pounds in your chest as Olivia slips her feet back into her heels, leaning forward slightly. Jess, however, takes her time, dragging this moment out to savor your discomfort.
“Come closer,” Jess commands, her voice low and commanding.
You hesitate for a moment, your pride screaming at you not to obey. But that small, desperate part of you—the part they’ve manipulated so easily—takes over. You step forward, your eyes locked on Jess’s feet as she taps her heel against the floor.
“Kneel,” Jess orders, her voice full of authority.
You swallow hard, feeling the weight of their eyes on you, the humiliation of it all pressing down on your shoulders. But you comply, sinking to your knees in front of Jess, your heart racing with a mix of shame and strange, conflicting desire.
Jess leans back, extending one of her legs slightly, her black heel hovering in front of your face. “If you want to earn the privilege of worshiping these, you’re going to have to prove you’re worth it, Tom. Kiss my shoe.”
You feel a wave of heat rush over you, the humiliation of the moment crashing down on you. But Jess and Olivia are both watching, waiting for you to obey. And despite everything, the thought of defying them seems impossible.
Slowly, you lower your head, pressing your lips to the smooth leather of Jess’s heel. The action is both degrading and electrifying, sending a shiver down your spine as you feel her foot twitch slightly beneath your touch.
Olivia giggles behind you, clearly enjoying the show. “Wow, look at him go! He’s really into this, isn’t he?”
Jess smirks, pulling her foot back slightly after you kiss it. “Not bad, Tom. Maybe you’re finally learning your place around here. But don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’ve got a lot more work to do if you want anything more.”
You kneel there, your head lowered, feeling utterly humiliated but trapped by their game. You’ve crossed a line now, one that you know you can’t come back from. They have you under their control, and they know it.
Jess stands up, towering over you as she looks down with a satisfied grin. “Get back to work, Tom. If you keep this up, maybe—maybe—we’ll let you worship our feet properly next time.”
Olivia smirks, crossing her legs as she gives you a final teasing glance. “Keep being a good little pet, and who knows what we’ll let you do.”
As they walk away, leaving you kneeling on the floor, you feel the weight of their words settle over you. This is your life now—performing humiliating tasks, chasing after fleeting rewards, all under the watchful eyes of Jess, Olivia, and Scarlett.
And no matter how much you hate it, you know deep down you’ll keep doing whatever they ask.
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