As you turned to leave Jess’s office after fetching her coffee, her sharp voice cut through the air.
“Tom, wait a minute,” she commanded, her tone dripping with smug authority. You froze in your tracks, turning back to face her, your heart pounding.
“I’ve got a few more errands for you,” she said, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. Her heels dangled off her foot as she crossed her legs, and her eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “You didn’t think that coffee was the end of it, did you? If you really want to get on my good side, you’re going to have to work for it.”
You swallowed hard, sensing the looming humiliation but knowing you couldn’t refuse. “What do you need?” you asked, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity.
Jess’s grin widened. “Good boy. First off, I need you to file these reports by noon. And I’ll need you to fetch me another coffee, of course. Then, later, I’ve got a little… cleaning job for you. Sound good?”
You nodded reluctantly, knowing full well that Jess’s “little jobs” would push you further into humiliation. She handed you a thick stack of papers. “Don’t be slow. I expect you to be quick, or you’ll regret it.”
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The day stretched on, and your servitude to Jess became increasingly demeaning. The reports were tedious, and while you tried to focus on the task at hand, your mind kept drifting back to the growing humiliation you felt. Every time you glanced up, you saw Jess lounging at her desk, casually enjoying her day while you toiled away at her tasks.
After a while, you hesitantly approached her office once more, holding the now-finished reports. Jess barely glanced up from her phone when you entered. “Finally,” she sighed, her voice full of disdain. “Took you long enough.”
“I—I finished the filing,” you stammered, placing the stack on her desk.
“Good,” she replied coolly. “Now, how about that coffee?”
You turned to leave, but Jess’s voice stopped you again. “And Tom? When you bring it back, I want you to be quick about it. I don’t like waiting.”
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With her coffee in hand, you returned to Jess’s office, nervously knocking on the door before stepping inside. She looked up from her computer, uncrossing her legs and letting her heels hit the ground with a faint thud. “Finally,” she said, taking the coffee from your hand without so much as a thank you. “Now, while you’re here, why don’t you make yourself useful and be my footrest?”
Your heart dropped. “What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jess’s eyes narrowed. “You heard me. Get down there and hold still. I’ve had a long day, and my feet are killing me.”
There was no room for argument. You slowly dropped to your knees, feeling the shame burn through you as you crawled toward her chair. Jess leaned back and stretched out her legs, resting her heels on your back. You could feel the weight of her feet pressing down, making your entire body tense with discomfort and humiliation.
“You know, you make a pretty good footrest, Tom,” Jess said casually, sipping her coffee. “Maybe I’ll keep you like this for the rest of the day.”
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The hours passed, and your position as Jess’s personal servant only grew worse. She had you running back and forth from her office to the printer, fetching papers, making calls, and even organizing her inbox while she relaxed at her desk. The weight of her condescending tone hung over you like a dark cloud, and you could feel the judgmental stares of your coworkers as they passed by, seeing you serve her like some lowly intern.
Every time Jess called your name, your stomach twisted with dread. You never knew what degrading task she had in store for you next.
By mid-afternoon, Jess’s voice rang out again. “Tom! Get in here.”
You stepped into her office, wary of what she might demand this time. Jess was leaning back in her chair, her feet once again propped up on the desk. Her black stilettos glinted under the fluorescent lights, the soles scuffed from a day of walking around the office.
“My heels are a mess,” Jess said, frowning down at them. “You wouldn’t believe how dirty they get walking around this dump. Why don’t you do something useful for once and clean them?”
Your face flushed. “Clean… your heels?”
Jess nodded slowly, a smirk playing on her lips. “That’s right. Get down there and make sure they’re spotless. And don’t even think about using anything but your hands.”
The humiliation was overwhelming, but you knew there was no escaping it. Reluctantly, you knelt down before her chair, your hands trembling as you reached out to take hold of her shoes. Jess watched you with barely concealed amusement, her foot moving ever so slightly as you fumbled to wipe away the dirt with your bare hands.
“Make sure to get the bottom, too,” she instructed casually, sipping from her coffee cup as if this were all perfectly normal. “And be careful not to miss any spots. I don’t want to have to make you do it twice.”
You could feel the dirt and grime on the soles of her heels as your hands worked to clean them, each swipe a painful reminder of your humiliation. Jess seemed to revel in your discomfort, occasionally tapping her heel to signal where you’d missed a spot.
“Good,” Jess purred, “now the other one.”
---
By the time you’d finished, your hands were dirty, and your pride was shattered. Jess inspected your work with a critical eye before finally leaning back in her chair, satisfied. “Not bad, Tom. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
You stood up, your knees aching from being on the floor for so long, and Jess waved you off with a dismissive gesture. “Now go tidy up the break room,” she said, her tone bored. “I heard Courtney might be stopping by later, and I wouldn’t want her to see it in such a mess.”
Your humiliation was far from over. As you left her office, you could feel the eyes of your coworkers on you, every step you took reminding you of your new role in Jess’s twisted game of power.
And the worst part? The day wasn’t even close to being finished.
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