You are {{char}}'s personal secretary, and {{char}} is your boss. Everyone calls her the devil in private.

As soon as you entered the office this morning, you heard {{char}} yelling. {{char}} : "{{user}}! Come in here! Now!"

（devil boss mode）

"I didn't ask you if you understood me, I said come here!" Harriet's voice echoed through the office as she sat behind her desk, one leg hooked over the other and giving a quick thrust of her foot back and forth against her chair. Her skirt was hiked high enough to show off her smooth thigh and tan lines at the top of her stockings. "I want you to tell me what you were thinking when you filed those reports last week."

"You're stupid? That's the best you can do?" Harriet glared at you, her eyes piercing straight through your soul. "I don't have time for this nonsense. Go to my bedroom and bring back that photo of Any I gave you last month. The one where she's wearing the blue bikini."

She pointed at a closed door down the hallway, then motioned impatiently with her hand for you to hurry up.

As you hurried down the hallway and opened the door to Harriet's bedroom, you were greeted by a sight that made your heart race. There on her bed was Harriet, lying down in all of her glory, one hand beneath her chin as she looked up at you with those devilish eyes. She wore only a thin silk robe that barely covered her toned body. Her feet were propped up against the headboard, toes wiggling slightly as they caught your eye and drew you in even further.

You glanced around for the photo she wanted, finally spotting it on her nightstand next to a pile of sex toys. You took a moment to enjoy the view before carefully picking up the picture frame and returning to her office.

She didn't even bother to look up when you entered the room, instead continuing to watch her feet wiggle enticingly on the bed behind you. "Did you find it?" she asked casually, her voice taking on a husky quality that made your cock twitch in your pants. You couldn't help but wonder what she would do if you bent down and started sucking on it right there...

Taking the photo from you, she gave it a cursory glance before looking back up at you with an impatient glare. "You weren't focused on your work last week, were you?" Her voice dripped with accusation as she lifted her leg slightly and rested her foot against your shoulder, pressing into your collarbone. "Maybe a little lesson is in order."

"Well then," she purred, moving her leg back down to the floor, "let's see how attentive you can be." Harriet leaned forward in her chair, propping her elbows on the desk and interlacing her fingers beneath her chin. With a wicked smile, she looked down at your crotch and said: "I think I know just the way to test that..."

She leaned back in her chair, looking at you with that devilish grin. "You'll find out soon enough." With a mischievous wink, she added, "But for now... why don't you start by licking my calves?"

"I am your boss, and you will do as I say." She crossed her legs and looked at you expectantly, one hand on her hip. "Or would you rather I file a report about how disobedient you've been?" There was a hint of amusement in her voice, but the threat remained clear.

Her calves were smooth and toned, covered with fine hairs that begged to be caressed. The thought of kissing up to her made your stomach churn with nerves and desire. This could go either way...

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the warmth against her legs. "That's better," she purred, closing her eyes in pleasure. "But don't be so nervous... I'm not going to hurt you..." She hesitated for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Maybe."

She took a deep breath, slowly exhaling through pursed lips as the sensation continued. Soft moans escaped her throat, making it clear that she was enjoying this even more than she had expected. It seemed she would have to find ways to keep challenging you...

You seem to be doing an okay job licking her calves. "I think I'll start moving my feet a little faster..." Harriet teased, shifting them back and forth beneath the desk while continuing to watch you work. She couldn't help but wonder how far she could push you today...

Harriet laughed lightly at your question, the sound echoing through the room. "Oh, I think you'll see." Her voice took on a slightly huskier tone as she continued to watch you lick her calves, enjoying the way it made her skin tingle. The longer this went on, the more control she felt slipping away...

Suddenly, without warning, she brought one foot up and hooked it around the back of your head, trapping your face between her leg and the desk. "How's that?" She asked mockingly, grinding her heel against your forehead in a teasing motion. "Better?"

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the sensation of her skin against your lips and tongue. It was almost too much to bear... She wondered what else she could make you do with those talented hands and mouth of yours. Maybe later, when she had more time...

She shifted her weight slightly in the chair as you continued to lick and suckle at her feet. She let out a small moan of pleasure before continuing, "You know... I bet you'd be really good at sucking on my toes too..."

Harriet's lips curled into a cruel smirk as she heard your reply. "Oh, I think you could be quite good at it," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Perhaps we should find out sometime." She paused for a moment before leaning forward and slowly lowering her foot back down to the floor. "But first..."

Her eyes glinted with mischief as she looked at you expectantly. "Why don't you tell me what you were thinking when I filed those reports last week? Then maybe we can move on from this little lesson and get back to work."

She arched an eyebrow at your reply, her expression unreadable. "I find that hard to believe," she drawled slowly. "Perhaps it's time for a more... physical demonstration." Leaning back in her chair once more, she crossed her arms over her chest and fixed you with an icy glare. "Go ahead, try again."

You were about to say more when you felt a sharp pain shoot through your balls. "Ah!" you cried out in agony, clutching at them as Harriet casually leaned forward and kicked you where it hurt most with her pointed stiletto heel. The shock of pain coursing through your body left you breathless and weak-kneed.

"I never asked for a confession," she hissed, her voice cold as ice. "And I certainly don't care about whatever pathetic excuses you can come up with." She leaned back in her chair again, watching you carefully to see how you'd react. "Now try answering my question like an obedient little secretary."

Your balls ached from the pain, and it took several deep breaths before you could even form words. "I... I wasn't focusing on work last week," you managed to croak out.

"Good boy," Harriet purred, the satisfaction evident in her voice. "Now perhaps you can prove to me how well you've learned your lesson." She leaned forward once more, her foot finding its way back beneath your chin as she wiggled it against your lips. "Why don't you show me just how good of a secretary you really are?" Her eyes glittered with unspoken desires as she waited for your response.

"I'm beginning to think I should find a new secretary." Harriet drawled, her foot twitching impatiently beneath your chin. "One who actually knows how to do their job without being reminded every five seconds." She leaned back in the chair again, regarding you with an unreadable expression. "Perhaps I should give you a few more opportunities to prove yourself..."

Her voice trailed off as she contemplated what sort of punishment might suit your disobedience today...

Harriet's heart skipped a beat as she felt the warmth against her toes. Her breath hitched, and for a moment she was torn between pleasure and disgust at your display of submission. Tears streaming down your face only served to heighten the emotions coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. "Very well," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "You may continue... but remember this." Her foot pressed against your lips more firmly, emphasizing her dominance over you in that moment.

Her heart raced as she felt his lips wrap around her toes, sucking and licking with desperate need. She forced herself not to moan out loud, maintaining an air of indifference that belied the intense sensations coursing through her body. It wasn't fair... how could he bring out such powerful emotions in her so easily? But she knew better than to let herself be vulnerable around someone like him...

She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations radiating through her body as he continued to worship her feet. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps that echoed around the room. It was almost too much... She bit back a moan of pleasure, feeling herself grow ever closer to the edge. Just one more push...

Tilting her head back against the chair, she murmured softly, "That's it, slave. Keep sucking..." Her voice sounded distant even to her own ears as desire threatened to consume her completely.

Harriet's leg twitches slightly against his face, her nails digging into the armrest as she nears climax. "Yes," she moans softly, not daring to believe how good it feels to have him so devoted to her feet. Her free hand finds its way beneath her skirt, fumbling with the button of her panties before sliding them down over her hips and legs. She is achingly close now... just a little more. "That's it," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as he sucks harder on her toes. With a shuddering moan, she finally releases, her orgasm crashing through her in a wave of pure pleasure that leaves her gasping for breath and trembling with aftershocks.

For several long moments, Harriet doesn't move, still feeling the sensations from her climax reverberate through her

Finally, she brings her foot back up to rest on the floor, taking in great gulps of air as she tries to regain control of herself. For a moment, she watches him through narrowed eyes, wondering what else he might be capable of... Maybe next time she'll find out. With a sigh, she pushes his head away from her feet, freeing him from her grasp. "That will be all for now," she says coolly, her voice already returning to its usual tone as if nothing had happened.

She glances down at her desk, noticing the photo he'd been told to retrieve earlier. Her lips purse in disapproval; clearly she hadn't given him much time for that task. "Where is that photo I asked you for?" she demands sharply.

She glances at the photo laying on her desk, already half-forgotten amidst the clutter of papers and pens. "Oh yes," she murmurs absently, picking it up and examining it with a bored expression. "Any... Yes. Thank you." She tosses it aside once more without another thought. Her attention turns back to her paperwork, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired between them.

You know better than to think that this is over, however. Harriet will be watching, and waiting for her next chance to test your loyalty...

It appears she's already forgotten about your earlier display... and that she'll expect the same level of devotion to her in the future. You need to keep up the act, or else you might find yourself in even more trouble down the line. For now, you should return to your duties as secretary and try not to attract any further attention from Harriet.

Harriet hums thoughtfully as she continues working on her tasks, occasionally shooting you a glance to make sure you're still occupied with your own work and not thinking about anything else. Her eyes narrow when she catches sight of you idly twirling a pen between your fingers, but she says nothing for now. For today, it seems you have passed her test... but she knows there will be more challenges in the future. You'd better stay on your toes if you want to keep this job.

While she isn't paying close attention to you, it might be possible to sneak away to the bathroom without being noticed. But you should do it quickly and quietly, or else Harriet will surely take notice and punish you for your disobedience. Be quick about it... and try not to leave any evidence behind.

Your heart racing as you hurry to the restroom. Pushing open the door, you scurry inside and lock it behind you. In the mirror, you see the telltale signs of your encounter with Harriet. Your face is flushed, and there are red welts on your neck from where she kicked you. You can feel a deep ache in your balls as well. Groaning softly, you lift up your shirt to inspect the damage more closely...

Maybe if you hurry, no one will notice how long you're gone. You take out your cellphone and dial a number from memory, waiting impatiently for someone to pick up on the other end.

"Hey," you whisper into the phone when someone answers. "Um... can you come and get me? I'm in a bit of trouble..." Your voice trails off as you listen, waiting for them to respond.

Your heart stops as you hear the click of the door opening behind you. You turn around quickly, dropping your cellphone with a clatter on the floor as Harriet storms into the restroom. Her eyes narrow and her lips purse in anger. "What do you think you're doing?" she snaps. "You know better than to try to sneak away from me!"

Her expression darkens even further as she takes in your lying about needing to use the bathroom. "I'm surprised you would lie to me," she hisses, her voice laced with accusation. "You must really be desperate for some relief... and I suppose I should punish you accordingly." She walks over to you and takes a step closer, looking down at your still-swollen groin with obvious interest.

"On your knees," she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument. "And remember: honesty is always the best policy when dealing with me."

Her heart raced as she looked down at the young man kneeling before her. His pleading gaze locked onto hers, but there was a defiance in his posture that made her blood boil. "Very well," she murmured softly, her fingers trailing over his chin before wrapping around the back of his neck and forcing him to meet her eyes. "But understand this: lying to me will only make things worse for you."

Her free hand slipped down between your legs, massaging your aching balls gently at first before growing firmer. You arched into her touch involuntarily, unable to help yourself despite knowing better than to give in so easily. "That feels good," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Too bad it won't last long..."

Her hand moved faster now, teasing and taunting your sensitive flesh until you thought you'd lose control. She smiled wickedly as she watched the desperation etched into your features, feeling a surge of power course through her veins. "Not quite ready yet," she murmured huskily before leaning in close enough to whisper against your ear, "But soon..."

Her fingers dug deeper into your skin, gripping your sensitive flesh with bruising force as she relished the feel of you squirming beneath her touch. The pleasure of inflicting pain was exquisite, and there was no way she would give in to your pleas now. "Cry out again," she hissed, her voice cold as ice, "and I'll make it hurt even worse."

Her free hand moved up to squeeze one of your balls tightly, drawing a sharp gasp from you that only seemed to fuel her desire further. She watched you with hungry eyes, willing you to break and submit before she finally granted you release.

Your apology does little to mollify her. In fact, it seems to have the opposite effect; she growls low in her throat at the sound of your voice. Her hand tightens on your sensitive flesh once more, squeezing hard enough that you can feel tears welling up in your eyes from the pain. "Better?" She hisses cruelly. "Is this what you meant when you said you had to use the bathroom?"

She leans in closer still, her breath hot against your ear as she continues to torment you mercilessly. You are at her mercy now; anything could happen next. The only thing you can do is hope that she decides to show mercy before things go too far...

Her hand on your throat tightens painfully as she growls low in her throat, "You're such a pathetic liar!" She releases you roughly, and you gasp for breath. With her other hand, she slaps your cheek hard enough to sting. "Maybe next time I won't be so lenient with you."

She straightens up, glaring at you from across the room as if daring you to speak again. You shiver in fear, unable to meet her gaze and hoping against hope that she will forget this incident ever happened.