Under the Table Footjob Domination

The next day Salima and I were at lunch with Greg Samuels and Kate Thompson from finance discussing derivatives, equities and many other 'exciting' things. Now as important as this meeting was to my future progression within the company I honestly wasn't up to it in any way, shape or form. Salima had kept me up both in a mental and erectile state of frenzy until half 4 that very morning and I felt more like a walking corpse than a high flying corporate executive.

Still; I was at this conference to work and this meeting was mandatory so what choice did I have but resolve myself to man the fuck up and see the day through? Speaking of Salima, she looked like a billion dollars and I'm not exaggerating when I say that the image of her sat on her seat with perfectly primed hair and flawless makeup complimenting her beautiful face and confident demeanour pissed me off no end. She'd dominated me mercilessly the night before and made me her unquestioning bitch. I truly believed at more than one occasion that I wasn't going to make it out of that room alive and the idea that she could do that to me wounded my pride more than words can say.

Truthfully speaking, I was starting to realise that I didn't like this woman very much. She was arrogant, cocky, dismissive and so far up her own ass that her head and neck were covered in shit and I just couldn't stand it. What annoyed me even more, however, was the sexual power she was starting to laud over me so freely. I'd never been so powerless with a woman before and I hated it. It made me feel weak, ineffectual and unmasculine and I simply didn't know how to handle it. In both of our encounters, I'd clearly come off on the humiliating end of the losing spectrum while she beat me with an effortless ease and poise that I had to respect through gritted teeth.

I prided myself on my looks, charm, sex appeal and bedroom finesse and so help me God, was used to dominating the hell out of all the women I fucked. For some reason that I couldn't even begin to comprehend, none of that seemed to have any affect on Salima and she had me completely under her power. As we sat eating lunch and I downed mug after mug of hot coffee to give myself a desperately needed caffeine boost and not pass out in my seat, I looked at her smiling and chatting away seemingly without a single care in the world and felt the urge to grab her by her throat, pin her against a wall and ram my cock in her ass repeatedly until she screamed in thunderous orgasm or bled, cried and begged me to stop because the pain was simply too much for her to take.

Either outcome would have been totally fine with me.

As I fantasised about splitting her asshole with my cock, she looked my way, smiled, then continued her conversation with Greg and Kate. I then realised that I'd been silent for far too long and decided to interject some intelligent insights, strategic planning and dangerously witty comments into the conversation. The round of laughter and approving looks that ensued saw that my ego was well on the way to being mended and sat well with the self image I had for myself. I was a high flying corporate superstar who reached his position due to an uncanny amalgamation of looks, charisma, tenacity, empathy and God given intelligence.

Who the fuck was this bitch and what on earth gave her the feeling that she could ever try to take me on in a level playing field? I was like a great white shark swimming among minnows and she was completely out of her league. I decided was going to show the little bitch up at this very table and out Alpha her in front of our colleagues. I'd blow them away with my views and ideas and leave her eating my political dust in the process. I'd further my own career at the expense of hers and take great pleasure in it. The bitch had no idea what she was getting into!

I steered the conversation, talking about strategies and techniques that could be used to streamline procedures on the Microsoft account and quite frankly was on a roll. The focus of the conversation had shifted away from Salima to me and I could tell that she didn't like it one bit. Greg and Kate were nodding enthusiastically with molten flame in their eyes and while Salima copied their enthusiasm I could tell that she was feeling butt-hurt.

'You don't always get to be the star of the show, bitch.' I thought to myself with a sly smirk. 'Sit back and let Daddy show you exactly how it's done.'

At that moment I felt Salima's high heel rub against my ankle, taking me completely by surprise and causing me to jump inwardly as my heart skipped a beat. I was however, able to hold it down, not show my shock to our dinner companions and flawlessly continue my pitch. Once I was finished and Greg was talking, I looked over at Salima with a look that said 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?'; and all she did was wink, smile and rejoin the conversation.

She really was a kinky little minx.

There we were at the dinner table with colleagues less than 2 feet away but she was still being a naughty little foot slut. As much as I thought she was an arrogant bitch who was almost certainly spawned from the slimy cunt of an even bigger queen bitch, I liked having sexy shoes rub my ankle just as much as the next fetishist.

Anyway, when my turn to talk came around, I dazzled the table with my knowledge of stock valuation methods like earnings per share, price to earnings and growth rate and felt my pride swell even further before Salima's foot, still encased in its shoe, slowly began to crawl up my shin towards my knee.

The feeling of leather pressing against my leg was exquisite and my mind quickly began to create images of what she was doing under the table. I imagined the look of her shoe, the colour of it and also the texture. I pictured her the way her foot would look in the heel, with her sexy high arch poking out of the top and couldn't help but wonder how it would smell if I had my nose pressed against it. This act of fantasy was where I should have stopped my thought process and rejoined the conversation. This moment of weakness should have been resisted but sadly it wasn't and because of that weakness I felt myself slowly begin to stiffen between my legs.

The thing is, Salima was certainly the kinkiest slut I'd ever known in my life and I was starting to feel like the cat that got the cream. There were certainly worse things that could happen to a man in life then to be the star player in a business meeting while simultaneously being titillated under the table. I rationalised that if the bitch wanted to give me some pleasure then who the fuck was I to turn that down? Again, if I was thinking properly I would have cleared my mind, resisted her temptations and focused on the meeting but so help me God I was becoming entranced by what she was doing and I wasn't thinking straight.

Greg and Kate were chatting amongst themselves, discussing methods of implementing some of my suggestions when I caught Salima's eye. She looked back, smiling with a slightly sinister smirk to go with her trademark reserved air of cocky confidence as she tapped her thumbs against her phone and put it back down. My phone vibrated instantly so I pulled it from my pocket to see a message from her reading 'You don't get to win. You never, ever get to win.' I was wondering what the hell that meant when I felt the high heel of her left shoe rake along the inside of my thigh moving closer and closer to my now completely hard cock and sending shivers of excitement along my leg as it travelled. My eyes glazed over and I lost all focus on the meeting, concentrating only on the amazing feeling of her heel scraping along the fabric of my trousers and the hope that it would find its way towards my dick soon.

'Are you OK, mate?' asked Greg.

I refocused on the room to see Greg and Kate looking at me with slightly curious expressions, Salima looking at me with an evil smirk and suddenly realised exactly what she was up to. She wanted to tease me to pieces to make me look like a complete fool at the meeting. She wanted to damage my career, to dominate me professionally as well as sexually and basically destroy me physically, emotionally and professionally. I felt real anger burn inside my chest and had to work very hard to stop it from distorting the features of my face into a look of pure and intense hatred. There was no fucking way in hell I was going to let that happen. No fucking way. Being humiliated by this woman twice in one lifetime was infuriating enough but it wasn't going to happen again. Hell no. Hell fucking no. I didn't care how hot she was, or how sexy her feet were, no way, no way, no way in hell was I going to let them come between me and my career. I pushed her shoe off my leg with strong conviction and continued the conversation feeling a surge of masculine pride swelling my senses as I realised that I'd overcome her feminine whiles. Sadly for me however, no matter how liberated and empowered I felt at that moment, my cock was still rock hard in my pants and showed absolutely no signs of deflating.

'You don't know who the fuck you're dealing with'' I thought to myself while ignoring my hard cock and continuing the conversation. The bitch refused to give up and started rubbing my ankles with both of her shoes. I pulled my feet away, glared at her quickly and paid attention to the conversation she was having with Greg about his recent holiday to Thailand. Apparently one night he'd gotten more drunk than anyone safely could, went swimming, was almost been eaten by a shark and commemorated the occasion by getting a huge tattoo on his back of said shark biting a man in half. It was a pretty funny story and ordinarily I'd have been in fits of laughter but this was the point at which Salima removed her shoe and started to rub my ankles with her stockinged feet. The sensation was totally exquisite. The softness of her perfectly pedicured toes and the smoothness of her stockings rubbing against me was once again causing my eyes to glaze over and my mind to wander. Her feet felt their way up into my left trouser leg and rubbed sensually against the bare skin of my shin. I could feel the dampness of her sweaty toes against me and yearned to taste them on every inch of my tongue. At that moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket, temporarily ripping me away from the sweet sexual fantasy I was experiencing. I read the text message and once again it was from Salima.

'I bet you want to taste these moist feet again, don't you?'

Reading that message made my cock become harder than granite and seeing the sly wink she gave me caused my erection to become physically painful. The thing is, and as much as it annoyed me to admit it, she was completely right. I did want to taste her feet again. I wanted that quite badly. The wetness of her nyloned toes rubbing against my shin was giving me flashbacks of having her feet shoved in my mouth the night before and I wanted nothing more than to experience that right then and there. Her toes travelled up to my calves, rubbing in smooth and slow circles, teasing the skin and flesh of my muscled legs and causing my heart rate to intensify. I tried to focus on the meeting but I just couldn't, it was like the volume of everything that was being said around me was completely muted and all I could focus on was the feeling of her delicious feet teasing me mercilessly.

At that moment I snapped back into my senses, realising yet again exactly what she'd done to me and gave her a look that could maim, if not kill outright. I tried to pull my chair back and away from the deadly assault her nylon feet were inflicting but was sat with my back against the wall and could only move about an inch or two at most. As I'm sure you can imagine, this didn't faze her in the least. She continued regardless, trying her best to tease me, to embarrass me, and to ruin me but I fought back with everything I had.

With the words 'masculine pride' screaming through my brain, I reached down, grabbed her feet, forcefully removed them from my legs and left my hand there to protect myself from her sexual assault. But sadly, for me Salima was a woman who knew how to make the sweetest lemonade from the bitterest lemon. She slowly and seductively began to rub her feet up and down against my fingers and grinded the ball of her damp foot against the palm of my hand. I was seriously starting to lose it. She was giving my hand the slow and deliberate footjob that my straining dick craved and it drove me insane. Being aware of the occasional curious glances that Greg and Kate were giving me and desperate to refocus on the conversation, I pulled my hand away but once I did that I just couldn't resist the urge to bring it to my nose and breathe in deeply. The scent was amazing; truly, truly amazing and as I took in every the smell of leather, sweat and Salima's heavenly foot, I felt precum leaking out of my hard dick into my boxer shorts and sweaty thigh and beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. Kate asked me if I was OK so I told her that I was fine but just feeling a little bit hot.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Blood was now pumping into my rock solid cock with so much force that I could feel it clearly and painfully with each additional pump of my heartbeat and now a constant stream of precum was leaking from my dick onto my thigh. With my hand now pressed against my nose deeply inhaling Salima's scent, her foot worked its way towards the inside of my thigh and proceeded to take me to a world of arousal that I didn't know existed.

The moment I felt her toes rubbing, prodding and kneading against my thigh I temporarily lost the ability to breathe and went into a mini state of shock. It felt so exquisite, so pure, so soft and so sensual that even though I tried with everything I had to focus on the meeting I just couldn't. All I could think about was the beautiful foot that was pressed against my thigh and beg to any god who would listen for it to make contact with my dick. I looked up at Salima and unsurprisingly she smiled at me devilishly with a mixture of lust and venom in her eyes.

Luckily for me, this was exactly what I needed because instead of taking me away even further away into an orgasmic trance, she strengthened my resolve, reminded me of just what was at stake and gave me the impetus I needed to man up and get my head straight. This was when Greg received a phone call and went outside to take it while Kate excused herself to go to the bathroom leaving Salima and me alone at the table.

'You're going to lose.' She said without a single shred of self doubt in her voice.

'You think so?'

'I know so, I haven't even touched your dick but I can tell you're already as hard as a rock. You were really losing it there for a moment, I almost felt sorry for you.'

'Is that right?' I said, feeling angered and offended. 'Well I'm done playing your little game.'

'You're not done with shit.'

As she said that, she pressed the toes of her foot hard into my crotch and rubbed against my straining member. The feeling sent shivers of electricity bursting from my dick across all corners of my body, sweat pouring from my forehead and made my jaw drop. She saw the effect she was having on me and smiled.

'On my God.'

'See? What did I tell you? Hard as a fucking rock. I can even feel your heartbeat pumping through your cock. Poor thing's pounding like a jack hammer and that can't be good for your health. You should maybe have a glass of water to cool down. Anyway, I digress; we've been through this bullshit before. You're to call me Goddess and address me in a manner that shows you understand your place in our relationship. Still I understand where you're coming from. I'm doing things to your mind and body that you didn't know were possible and your thoughts are likely to be somewhat cloudy. Watch what I do now.'

She used her toes to roll my dick around my thigh and then dug them into my balls, flattening them against my chair with alternating taps of each toe. I moaned loudly and she smiled wickedly.

'Take your hand and touch my sweaty foot. Grab it hard, massage it, caress it and get its smell all over your fingers.'

I did exactly as I was told. My now trembling fingers felt her squirming toes, her high and smooth arches and and the wetness of her sweat. It felt better than anything i could ever try to express with words and its not an exaggeration to say that I was panicking inside.

'Now bring those fingers to your nose and smell my foot, breathe it in. Breathe in deeply and know that's this is how the foot that is rubbing and sliding all over your dick smells. You do have a big penis, I'll give you that, and I'm sure that you've satisfied many many women with it but I'm not just any woman and against my foot your dick is nothing. My foot. My beautiful, seductive, sweaty and Goddess foot controls both you and your cock so don't you forget it, bitch. I mean that. Do you remember last night? Remember how I made you cum harder than ever before without even touching your penis? How I made you burst just by toying with your balls and smothering you with my ass. What do you think I'm going to do to you now that I'm focusing all of my attention on your dick? Honey, you don't stand a chance.'

'Please Salima, don't.'

'Walk away if you want to. Go on. Get up and fucking walk away with your hard dick forming a tent in your trousers for the whole restaurant to see. If you don't want this then get the fuck up out of here right now.

She pulled her foot away from my pulsating dick and looked at me as if waiting for me to do something but I just couldn't bring myself to move. It wasn't that I didn't have the strength to get up, I just couldn't bear to be away from those gorgeous feet for even a second. Despite what she was doing to me in a public restaurant and despite how desperate the situation was, I wanted nothing more than to be exactly where I was and under the control of her feet. I was fucked.

With a sly smile of victory she slid both of her smooth nyloned feet right back onto my lap and let them rest on top of my bulging cock.

'Wow, you really must be under distress, your heart's beating even faster than before and I can't say I ever thought that was possible. Still, I look at you sat there hyperventilating with sweat rolling down your bright red cheeks and feel a certain sense of pride. In the past 24 hours I've made you nut all over your car's windshield and cum like a fountain no less than 3 times in my hotel room. Really and truly after shooting so hard for so long you shouldn't have much left in the old testicular tank. I'd expect that while you'd be turned on, you simply wouldn't have enough cum in your balls to really be able to go to that deep and intense stage of arousal that tends to break men's spirits but there you are, sat in front of me shaking like a gibbering wreck.'

I said nothing and just looked into her eyes with a mixture of pure fear and animalistic lust that I could tell she found hilarious.

'Remember last night? Remember how I walked over every inch of your body? How I shoved my toes into your mouth and made you taste them? How I smothered you with my gorgeous ass until you thought you were going to pass out and milked the cum from your balls?'

'Yes.'

'I can't hear you.'

'Yes I remember.'

'Well focus on the memory of those sensations as these same feet once again rock your world and make you their bitch. Remember that as you feel my toes gripping your balls through the thin fabric of your trousers, kneading, squeezing, tugging and teasing them until you just can't take it any more.'

'I can't. I can't take it any more. Please just let me cum now before they get back.'

I was terrified. Completely and utterly terrified and I just didn't know what to do. I felt like my limbs were turning to jelly. I had to grip the wooden table with all the force my two sweaty hands could muster just to ground myself with a semblance of normality and to make things worse I had no idea when Greg and Kate were coming back. They could arrive at any moment to see my shivering and shaking like a mental patient and if that happened my career would be ruined. I wanted to cum, I wanted nothing more than to just cum right there and then both to save my public humiliation and because the sensation of those divine feet manipulating my straining cock and balls was far too much for me to take. I reached down to touch her feet but when I did she painfully drove her left foot into my balls. The feeling was both unbearable and blissful and I was in a mixture of painful agony and sheer pleasure at the same time. Pure heaven and pure hell manifested in my life as the feet of this divine Goddess.