I slowly regained my senses in the car that was taking me back to my Dominatrix Mistress.
The director was working on an important and complicated file when the phone rang. It was Eva, his gynarchic secretary. He picked up.
“I want to see you immediately!”
The voice was sharp and cutting. The command was imperious. He stood up, walked to the door separating him from his secretary’s office, and knocked.
“Come in!”
She was waiting, leaning against her desk. From her gaze, he could tell she was furious.
“Are you upset? Did I do something to displease you?” he asked timidly.
“And he has the nerve to ask!” she replied, exasperated, clenching her fists.
“I don’t understand,” he said, his voice strained.
“You don’t understand… Come closer!”
He approached, trembling slightly.
“An hour ago, didn’t you dare ask me to bring two coffees for you and your guest?”
“Yes, but,” he stammered, “it was important. That man could become one of our major clients, so we had to treat him well.”
“You had no right to ask me that!” she shouted, slapping him across the face.
He fell to his knees.
“Forgive me!”
“How could you think you’d only be submissive to me in private! You’re submissive to me, at work and everywhere else. And if you must play the director, it won’t be at my expense!”
“Forgive me! But how do I manage?”
“Figure it out. Here, buy a coffee machine and install it in your office. That way, you can offer all the coffee you want to your guests without treating me like your servant,” she added with contemptuous irony.
Resigned, he started to stand.
“I didn’t say you could get up,” she continued. “And since you clearly haven’t grasped that you’re submissive to me in all circumstances, I have a few more things to say.”
The director lowered his head.
“First: how did you introduce me to your businessman earlier?”
Confused, he replied, “As my secretary.”
“Let that never happen again! From now on, you’ll introduce me as your collaborator, no specifics. Second, when it’s just us, I want your submission to be evident at every moment. If you have tasks for me, you’ll come to me, kneel, and beg me to do them. In my presence, I want you always on your knees—prostrate before me, eyes lowered. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Madame. But in front of others?”
“If someone’s present, you’ll treat me as a gentleman should treat a lady: gallantly. Nothing more, nothing less. But if you need to ask me something, avoid doing so if someone’s in my office, as much as possible. Third, whenever I arrive or leave work, I want you to come pay your respects at my feet. Understood?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“I’ll surely have more to say about how you should behave with me at the office. But one step at a time. For now, I expect an immediate, radical change in your behavior based on what I’ve just told you.”
“I’ll do my best, Madame.”
“That’s the least I can expect from you!” she said with irony.
She walked around her desk and sat down.
“I hope you’ve understood. Leave now.”
The director stood and turned toward the door.
“You really don’t get it!” she snapped, annoyed. “You must leave without turning your back to me—backing away, eyes lowered! And I expect you to prostrate yourself once more before exiting. Do it!”
Completely overwhelmed by his gynarchic secretary’s natural authority, he complied and left.
At first, Eva was satisfied with her “clarification” with Amaury, the director. He had accepted her demands without hesitation, in a very submissive manner, even though it directly concerned work—a sphere where, in theory, she couldn’t reign given their respective roles.
But after a moment, she began to wonder if she’d gone too far. She was a perceptive and sensible woman: she fully understood the importance of Amaury’s role. His position was crucial to the health of the IT company he’d founded two years earlier, where she’d been working for a few weeks. Their relationship couldn’t interfere with his work, and she vowed to ensure it didn’t, limiting her demands if necessary—without letting it show, of course.
“We’ll see,” she murmured, and got back to work.
Meanwhile, Amaury left the meeting both deeply shaken and utterly captivated. Captivated by Eva’s dominance, his gynarchic secretary, which now extended to a vital part of his life—his professional life—and shaken because he realized her control was limitless. Where would this lead him?
He remained lost in thought for a long time, unable to resume work. Finally, he got back to it, not without making a firm resolution for the next day.
Just before 5 p.m., the phone rang. It was Eva.
“I’m about to leave.”
The director immediately went to her office. After receiving permission, he entered and prostrated himself at once. She had already put on her coat and seemed ready to go. She slightly extended her right foot. When he hesitated about what to do, she said:
“Well? What are you waiting for? Pay your respects as usual.”
He humbly crawled forward on his knees, lay flat before her, and kissed her shoe with infinite respect. As she didn’t pull her foot away, he understood she wanted the homage to continue. While he kissed her pump, she placed her other foot on his head, signaling unequivocally: “I am your absolute sovereign, and your place is at my feet, under my feet, in all circumstances.”
After a moment, she pushed his head to the floor with her foot, then stepped onto his back. As she slowly walked over his body, she said:
“Lock up after me. See you tomorrow.”
And she left.
The Next Day with my Gynarchic Secretary
As usual, Amaury arrived first at the office around 8 a.m. His colleagues came later, between 8 and 9 a.m., including Eva, his gynarchic secretary, whose arrival he eagerly awaited.
She arrived at 9 a.m. sharp. He waited a few minutes for her to settle in, then stood and gently knocked on her door.
“Come in,” she said.
He obeyed and prostrated himself. Eva wore a chic, fitted suit that elegantly hinted at her voluptuous curves.
“My most respectful homage, Madame.”
In response, she extended her foot under her desk. Amaury crawled forward, lay down, and kissed her shoe. She withdrew it immediately, and the director backed away.
“I’d like to offer you a gift,” he said timidly, pulling a small package from his jacket pocket.
“Come closer,” she replied with a smile.
Still on his knees, Amaury went around her desk and humbly placed the package at her feet.
“To apologize,” he said.
“Show me.”
He handed her the package, which she opened at once. It was a stunning gold bracelet, worthy of her.
“That’s a beautiful gift you’ve given me. It pleases me, and I forgive you willingly,” she said, offering her foot for him to kiss. Deeply moved by this rare favor, Amaury lay down and kissed it with devotion.
She placed her other foot on his nape. While he adored her, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and admired it. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Amaury flinched and instinctively tried to stand, but Eva, with composure, held him firmly under her heel. No one would dare enter without her permission, and she knew it. After a moment, she said:
“Go to the cabinet and get the pumps there. You’ll put them on me.”
Amaury obeyed her wish. Gently, he removed her shoes and helped her into the pumps. They were elegant and paired perfectly with her suit. The director gazed at her, and Eva could see in his eyes how beautiful and elegant he found her.
The gynarchic secretary and the director discussed the day’s schedule for a few minutes, and once everything was settled, she dismissed him. They barely saw each other again that day.
At 5:30 p.m., the director was still deep in work. All his colleagues had left, except Eva. As he wondered why she hadn’t yet signaled her departure, the phone rang.
“Almost done?” Eva asked.
“Alas, no, Madame, I’ll be at it for a while.”
“Too bad. Drop everything, strip completely, and come here,” she ordered.
Amaury felt a surge of anxiety. It was the first time she’d given him such an order at the office, and since he hadn’t tracked his colleagues’ departures, he wondered if they were alone. He complied and knocked on her door.
“Come in!”
He entered and immediately prostrated himself deeply. She stood facing him, leaning against her desk.
“Come closer and show me your devotion,” she said, presenting her foot.
Amaury crawled to her and covered her shoe with kisses. As she surrendered to his adoration, she placed her other foot on his head, then his nape. She then raked his back with her heel, leaving long red marks. Though it wasn’t pleasant, the passionate exaltation the director felt in worshiping his sovereign dulled the pain.
“Turn around and position yourself parallel to the desk,” Eva ordered.
After he obeyed, she stepped onto his stomach, then his chest. Amaury stifled a groan. Eva pressed her shoe against his lips, then his cheek. She turned around, slowly retraced her steps to his stomach, then crushed his groin. Amaury winced in pain but did his utmost to endure it. Eva relished her submissive’s attitude—the suffering he bravely bore for her sole pleasure, knowing he wasn’t a masochist.
She eventually eased up by sitting on the edge of her desk. Then she gently parted her feet. Her left foot rested on his groin, while the other settled on his face. As Eva trampled his groin again with a skillful mix of force and softness, Amaury kissed and licked the sole of her pump.
Eva drove her heel into his throat, and he began sucking it with passion. This “penetration” soon aroused Eva intensely. Slipping a hand under her skirt, she began touching herself, while massaging her breasts with the other. It didn’t take long for her to moan…
“Oh, that’s good…”
With one heel planted in his throat, which he still sucked eagerly, and his groin and testicles trampled by her other pump, Amaury joined his sovereign body and soul in her divine pleasure. Her breathing grew heavier:
“I’m going to come… yes… yes…”
Eva let out a cry…
“Mmmh… God, that was good,” she finally said, relaxed and satisfied.
She withdrew her feet, freeing him. For another minute, she allowed him to worship them as a final favor. Just as she was about to dismiss him, she remembered she’d forgotten to send urgent emails.
“Follow me,” she said, walking around her desk to sit. “Set my stool to the lowest height, turn your back to it, and place your head on it.”
Amaury obeyed. She immediately sat on his face and typed her messages. It didn’t take long.
“I’m done,” she said, standing. “Leave now. Don’t forget to lock my office. See you tomorrow.”
“Goodbye, Madame.”
Amaury humbly kissed her shoe, crawled backward, returned to his office, and dressed. He remained lost in thought for a long while…
No doubt about it—since meeting his “peculiar gynarchic secretary,” his life had changed completely!
