Coffee Break -a short story

I walk in the shop. My mind on my next call and the tech sheet I forgot to print this morning. I see your office door slightly ajar and know you are in checking the books. 

"Get me a cup of coffee boy." I hear from that direction.

My face flushes as I glance at my receptionist.

She catches my eye and smirks.

"Better hop to it. She's in a mood today." 

I try to act unphased but the quickening of my steps betray me as I head toward the coffee maker. 

My hands tremble slightly as I carry Your cup toward what was once my office. As I enter I see your shoulders and long hair over the back of the desk chair. My eyes are immediately drawn down to the pink heels that adorn your perfect feet. As I nervously approach I see your right foot raise from your shoe. Encased in dark hose, the contrast from the pink heel is stunning. The shape of your foot entrances me. Nervously stepping in behind you, I sit the coffee on your desk and step back. 

"My foot itches."

I know from experience not to question what you wanted. Dropping to hands and knees I crawl under your desk. My hands grasp your right foot and begin rubbing your sole. Your foot flexes at my service as my thumbs work to relieve your itch. My weakness at your command pulls my mind into service mode. Your power over me is complete. Your authority is unquestionable. My submission draws my face closer to your foot. My nose nestles in your arch as my lips caress the ball of your foot. The scent of perspiration and nylon fill my being.  The faint smell of soap from your morning shower intoxicates me.

I kiss your foot. 

Lost in my needy submission to your power, I press my slave lips hard against the only part of you I am allowed to touch. 

You rub your foot hard against my face. Relieving the itch that had pestered you. 

Your foot quickly rips from my grip. My eyes pop open just in time to see a pink flash approach my face. The vision is quickly blacked out as pain erupts between my eyes. 

Through the fog in my head I hear your voice.

"Break time is over. Get back to work. You have three more calls today."

I crawl back out and stand up. Your immaculately manicured hand grabs the cup handle and picks it up. I back away while watching your foot slip back into your shoe. A tear trickles as I imagine the joy  of licking your shoes clean.

Exiting your office and heading to the printer I hear a faint voice from the receptionist desk.

"Chop chop boy