Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 14 min read

I knew this was no ordinary office. The dress code alone was a tip-off as were the outrageous salaries. But I’d been desperate for a job any job that would allow me to stay in the city to be independent of the demands from which I’d yearned for so very long to escape. They’d conducted oodles of interviews and hours of testing and finally said my psych profile was ideal for it. Whatever that meant.

I was nervous the first day on the job but determined to brazen it out. Little did I suspect what I would be made to endure that first day. The secretaries were all stunning but it was something other than perfect features or perfect bodies that accounted for that. I’d never seen such an assortment of short skirts and low-cut blouses in a professional setting. Even more so I’d never seen people look so happy to be at work on a Monday morning.

No one spoke to me except to say good morning. They all smiled and nodded politely. There was a measure of vitality that was starkly different than all the other offices I’d worked in over the years. I’d been shown to my desk and told to have a seat there until the boss called me in. I’d met him briefly a couple of times in my second and third interviews after the long batteries of brain-picking tests. He’d struck me as average – average height dark and swarthy average build tending to lean if anything. His demeanor was anything but average.

His piercing eyes had made me almost mute with nerves. He had an air of intensity and command to rival any marine drill sergeant and a voice like shaved steel. He had a quality of stillness that was both reassuring and terrifying. I’d been astonished when I’d gotten the call offering me the position since I’d been so tongue-tied with nerves in the presence of this man during the interviews. That first day I was left to sit for hours nothing to do but ponder. There was no office procedures manual, nothing at all in the basic utilitarian desk to inform or educate. Two locked drawers, intriguing. I poked around the computer some but there was nothing there to hold my attention except again some locked files. Boredom threatened to put me to sleep and I wondered whether the big bucks would be worth it in the end. Little did I suspect!

The phone rang a couple times. I took messages. Finally, the intercom beeped and the voice said, “Step into my office, please, Miss Taylor.” I drew a deep breath stood and took the three steps from my desk to his office door with the little metal plaque that said Joe Delvecchio. I tapped lightly and opened the door. He was sitting in gloom on the dark leather sofa; there were two chairs facing the big mahogany desk in front of floor-to-ceiling windows but sitting there would have been awkward. I didn’t think plopping down on the sofa would be the thing to do and the tall stool at the very center of the floor space looked very uninviting.

I hovered nervously just inside the door shifting on my high-heeled pumps and wishing my skirt was a little longer. Miss Taylor, he began his voice mild but commanding you can quit this job any time.

“You will be required to do many things that will be difficult, frightening, painful or possibly abhorrent. At any time if you do not wish to do what you are required to do you may quit and walk out. But until that point, you SHALL do all that you are instructed to do. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” My voice shook slightly and I was trembling.

I somehow knew he was not talking about typing and filing being painful and abhorrent but my mind would not get around the underlying meaning at all. “In public,” he continued, “you will treat me with dignity and decorum so that you will never risk reflecting badly on this organization in any way. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” My vision had grayed out; the tip of my nose was icy.

“If you cannot abide by any of these conditions you may leave now at this moment. You may never come back. You will be paid for this week. Do you wish to stay?” In spite of the brain-numbing grip of terror, it was clear that he already knew the answer to this ritual question.

“Yes sir.” My lips were numb. My voice sounded like it came from far away.

“Good.” There was the slightest hint of smile playing about the corners of his mouth and a subtle change in the quality of his voice that should have been beyond my ability to perceive.

“Take off your shoes Miss Taylor and pull your left foot on my lap.” This was said with about the same inflection as if he’d asked me to get him a cup of coffee or make a photocopy. But there was no denying his absolute authority. He expected to be obeyed. I don’t recall exercising any volition but I looked down to see that my hands were complying quickly undoing the heels. Exposed then I put my foot on him and stood there feeling conspicuous while he eyed my legs. “Tomorrow you will spend the day with our office manager Mistress Ruby. She will advise you on wardrobe and demeanor. Obey her well Miss Taylor. She is quite cruel.”

“Press your foot down. Harder.” I stood with my left foot pressing hard into his crotch straining the hem of my skirt in spite of the small slit in the back. My whole body was a storm of tingles. “When I call you into my office you are to present yourself and perform procedures. The first procedure will always be for you to stand on my desk and walk all over whatever I am doing and trample my hands with whatever you are wearing. Then you will raise one foot and as I look up step on my face and push me back on my chair. You will then proceed to walk on me while I am in the chair making it really uncomfortable for me. Stand on me and trample me while I sit without a care for me. You will use your legs and feet to hurt me until I fall off the chair. When I’m on the floor step down from the chair onto me and take a seat on my chair. Keep me under your feet and shove me under my desk. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“You may kick me under the table, use my head as a footrest while you extend your legs. You then proceed to sit there as long as you like keeping me under your feet. When you decide to leave order me to crawl out and lay down on the floor on my back so that you can step on me and walk on me on your way out. You will find these procedures outlined in the company manual that Mistress Ruby would give to you. She will also advise you of the drill in case of outside visitors. Hike up your skirt over your hips. After hearing all this do you wish to stay?”

“Yes Sir, I do.”

“Miss Taylor,” he said softly, “you will come to trust me in time.” There was absolute confidence in his words. His hands were calm one at the ankle the other stroking my knee. He sat below me looking up. I resisted the desire to crush his dick with my foot and felt myself relax. He took my left foot into his hands and into his mouth as he started sucking on my toes. Mumbling yet clearly his voice unwavering he said: “I will not tolerate you being closed to me symbolically or otherwise in any manner at any time. Nothing is to come between you and me and these procedures or your legs. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” I said barely breathing the words while my whole being throbbed.

“Reach up with your right hand and slap my face. Hard.” I obeyed. “Harder… harder…” His eyes locked on mine. “Miss Taylor you must become a better listener. This is what I meant by hard.” He stood up and knelt on the floor. Slap my face with your feet.”

My mouth opened but words failed; I felt my face flush while his went severe and cold. My voice was strangled. “Yes sir.” Somehow the thought was exciting of being asked to kick his face. Without a warning I started kicking his face hard with the sole of my foot over and over non-stop causing him to fall and look at me with utter astonishment.

“Wait! Wait!” Then he paused to recover. “Could you step on me and walk all over me and trample me under your feet?”

“I — I — I…”

“Answer when questioned.”

I kicked him in the stomach and before he could go down I stepped on him causing him to crumble under my weight. Then I felt him crush under me, the smooth wool of his finely tailored suit under my bare feet. Then I felt his face under me as I tried to stand on his head. I could hear the arousal in his voice.

“Put your hands on your hips Miss Taylor and look like you don’t give a damn about me. Act like you are on a catwalk prance like a model.”

I merely looked into his eyes hoping he could see into me as I reckoned he could. I had awakened in that hour; I had become real and whole at one with my dreams for the first time in my life. I walked all over him stepping on every inch of his body. I felt superior and loved walking on his body as he lay there. I stepped on his stiff several times and didn’t hesitate to step on his face. I walk up and down him and stopped on his stiff. I kneed it under my feet as I walked in place. I noticed the pleasure on his face and trampled it more and more until I felt it throbbing madly. If this is what he wanted then this is what he would get. I realized I had always wanted to do this in some subconscious level. I knew he was cumming under my feet while I trampled his cock.

“Get off Miss Taylor. Go to your desk.”

I twisted on my heel standing on his dick causing him to scream and walked his body stepping on his face, twisting my foot and grinding his face while stepping off. It felt great! He turned over onto his stomach holding his pants with one hand.

“Use this key to open the locked desk drawers. Read the contents carefully. Write down any questions you may have. When you go home tonight think carefully again about what you have agreed to here today. Search your soul Miss Taylor. You have made a decision to stay. But you must reach the same decision again while you are beyond my influence.” His voice was even, gentle. He was still on the floor on his stomach now trying to take out a key from his pocket. I had put my shoes back on. He raised his hand to give me the key.

I walked back to him and instead of taking the key stepped directly onto his hand and smiled while his face showed pain. I was now totally into it. I stood on that one hand with both my feet. I wanted to see if his fingers would take my weight. He screamed. But he didn’t say to stop or get off. Finally to take the key I stepped off his hands onto his head. He didn’t expect this. I stood on his head with both my feet wearing my high heels while he was on his stomach his head turned sideways. I wondered how did I look in that pose. Anyway I bent down while still standing on his head and pulled the key off his hands very roughly. I stepped off his head turned around and kicked his face this time with my shoes on and then walked out of the office.

His last words, “Report directly to Mistress Ruby when you arrive tomorrow morning,” he said from the floor. I left his office to return to my desk. It seemed that in my brief absence the nature of the office had changed. The secretarial area of which my desk was a part was a large wide-open space. There were doors spaced all along the perimeter identical to the door behind my desk except for the small name signs next to the doorjambs. There were about a dozen desks spaced around the open area one in front of each door. At the desks now were people mostly women though I spotted one man all naked to one degree or another. Others were completely naked adorned only by glinting nipple rings. A couple were accoutered in leather and bits of metal. The man a middle-aged blond with a wiry muscular body was naked except for tattoos that covered much of his body; when he stood up I saw that his penis was adorned with a large pink satin bow. One man was tied spread eagle on his back on top of the desk completely naked but for a ball gag. I tried not to flinch from the curious glances that came my way but I could not let my vision touch theirs and kept my eyes determinedly down. Fumbling with the desk key I unlocked the drawer and removed a notebook that was labeled “Office Procedures.”

It started out innocuously with a list of personnel names phone extensions whom to call for supplies computer maintenance that kind of thing. It was not until I started to read the job descriptions that the true nature of this organization became apparent. It was actually eight separate corporate entities which had joined together to occupy a single space and to engage in certain practices that made the alliance unique in the business world. Part of each secretary’s job description for example was to “trample” her Superior which was always capitalized; part of his job description was to Submit under the secretary’s feet. My heart raced when I read the section on the Superior’s responsibilities for the protection and well-being of the secretary. It was so confusing. Words like “safe, sane and consensual” seemed oddly out of context after this strangely powerful man had just made me walk all over him. And yet there was this indefinable sense that he was taking from me only that which I had chosen to give.

The Office Manager in particular the mysterious Mistress Ruby of which my boss had spoken was given a great deal of responsibility and evidently latitude. She was expected to provide training, wardrobe, assistance, medical procedures and so on. The specific rules given in the manual were diverse: ” The secretary shall walk all over the boss.” “The secretary shall at all times maintain her body in healthy condition with all orifices in working condition and available to her Superior.”

“The Secretary shall step on the Bosses meals and make him eat it off her feet” The manual went on to specify punishments by Secretaries on the bosses for certain infractions though much of that was “left to the discretion” of the Secretary. It also contained a drill for expected and unexpected outside visitors. They used a system of tones played over the intercom to advise staff of the need for “propriety.”

I wondered what that man who was tied would do if the tones sounded and found a paragraph that specified that if his Superior was unable to respond to the tones the neighboring secretaries and/or office manager were to assist in such circumstances. I sat contemplating the words as if they were in Sanskrit; my brain my whole being was so boggled that I could barely function. The afternoon passed in a heartbeat or two or perhaps it was a week. I could not have said. But I looked up when I heard a giggle. One of the other secretaries was standing in front of my desk.

“Hi. I’m Julie. Miss Stevens.” She was probably one of the other secretaries but fully clothed and showing no signs of having spent the afternoon at least partly naked. I wasn’t sure which desk she had occupied. I opened and closed my mouth a couple times and finally found my voice.

“Nice to meet you I mumbled. Dana Taylor.”

“Come on Dana it’s time to go. I know it’s all right. First day here can be a little jarring if you don’t know what you’re getting into. Come down to the ladies room I’ll help you get pulled together. Grab your purse. Wait don’t leave your desk like that. Put the manual back and lock the drawers. They don’t want the cleaning crews poking around ya know?”