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Story Name: Political Capital
Author: John Blaze


Oh How the Mighty Have Fallen

“I could have been president!” James thought to himself. His eyes were fixated on his hands. The hands that were firmly and vigorously massaging Tara’s foot. At least, they were massaging the half that wasn’t crammed into his mouth. His sucking lips and active tongue were massaging the other half. James continued the mental debate he was having. “No. Not could have. I should have been president!” His thought pattern was disrupted as Kerry’s foot slammed into his backside again. He wondered if she would ever grow tired of kicking him? “Tara... fucking... Lawton! This bitch stole everything from me!” he continued, growing uncontrollably sad and angry at the same time. His roller coaster of emotions took his mind for a vicious ride. His mental condition resembled that of a two year old who had his candy cruelly snatched away and was being teased and taunted to the point of tears. He was still in the middle of this emotional breakdown when Tara flexed her foot and spread her toes in his mouth. Taking the cue with no other instruction, he started forcefully running his tongue between each of her toes while he sucked.

For her part, Tara was actually surprised at how much she enjoyed the sensation of getting her toes sucked and her feet licked. What she was not surprised by was how much joy she derived from completely demoralizing this man. With nothing more than the spreading of her toes she gave a clear command and this one time proud and powerful man knew just what to do. As she wiggled her toes on the inside of his face, his vigorous sucking and licking continued to transfer the day’s sweat and any dirt off of her foot and into his mouth. Unlike earlier, he didn’t wince or make faces. By this point, he was used to the taste of her foot sweat and toe cheese. What a horrible realization that was for him. While the shame, humiliation and disgust remained painfully new, the actual taste of her feet seemed... familiar. She had broken in his mouth like a familiar old shoe, making her foot right at home.

After another minute of sucking and massaging, and a few more kicks to the butt from the giggling Kerry, it was all over. The foot resting atop James’ head slid down until her bare heel rested against his forehead. With her foot pushing against his forehead, she pulled the other one out of his still sucking mouth. She wiped the excess saliva from her foot on the shoulder of his dress shirt. “That will be all James. Put my shoes on now” she sad softly. James moved slowly but obediently like a traumatized and abused dog. As he carefully put her shoes on, Tara spoke to Kerry. “Thank you so much for that suggestion Kerry. My feet feel refreshed. But honestly, it was worth it for so many other reasons.” Standing up, she smiled down at James. Rising to his knees, James stared back at her with such hatred that it would have likely made someone else uncomfortable. Tara, however, loved it! She knew he could do nothing about it. All he could do with his hatred would be to eat it!! This delighted Tara and added to his humiliation. To punctuate that point, she returned his gaze not with hatred, but with a raised eyebrow as if to say “Yes? You have something to say?” The two locked eyes for a few seconds and then James broke the gaze, looking down at the floor...at her feet. The red toenails peeking out the front of her shoes seemed to mock him. Tara walked bye him, roughly bumping him out of the way. She walked towards the door. Pausing right before she exited, she turned to address him. “That was nice James. I think you have a real talent and I’m looking forward to having you join the team. President might have been an over reach for you. But personal assistant? Well, let’s just say I think you are going to be my favorite employee at the end of my long days!” Still kneeling at the foot of the chair, James turned bright red. The tears which had stopped falling down his cheeks threatened to turn on again, but he choked them back.

“Well, I’m off to the after party. Lots of potential clients waiting to be courted. I’m sure Governor Smith will want some photos with me. You know... to celebrate the endorsement.” James’ efforts at any dignity collapsed as his tears returned. Tara’s cold pouring of salt and lemon juice into his open wounds had worked. Almost as if making him cry again was the only thing she was waiting for, Tara turned to walk out. “Come on Kerry. We have a party to attend and some business to discuss. James, call me in the morning and we can work out the details of your employment.”

James plopped down on the floor. Sitting alone and in shame, his tears fell freely. The lingering smell of Tara’s feet danced in his nostrils, continuing to taunt him relentlessly. He cringed as he realized the aroma was coming from his own face. Her foot sweat had been rubbed into his skin...her final gift. He was too dejected to move. Even though he knew he had to wash his face in order to begin any healing process, he just sat there in a deep depression. He was absolutely convinced that no amount of toothpaste or mouthwash could remove the taste of her feet from his mouth just as no amount of therapy could remove her footprint from his spirit.

How had this happened? How could he have let this happen??!! He thought back to his excitement from that very morning. He had left his house filled with high hopes of gaining Tara’s endorsement and setting himself up to be president. PRESIDENT!! Tara had snatched his hopes and bastardized them, using his ambition as part of a sick plot to make him her foot sucking flunky. He mentally re-lived the nonstop humiliation of the day. Massaging her feet on the plane - first with his hands, then his nose, then his face. The docile way he just sat there when Kerry spit in his face, unable to do anything. The words “Governor Smith" coming out of Tara’s mouth instead of his name. Instead of taking sweet revenge for this betrayal, he was humbled again with humiliating foot licking and demeaning toe sucking. The degrading verbal abuse. Kerry tormenting him with kicks and nonstop laughter. The smug look on Tara’s face throughout the day as she basked in her victory. His thoughts turned to his future as a servant to Tara and probably Kerry too! He curled up in the fetal position and wept uncontrollably. This was the absolute worst day of his life. The day his hopes were dashed, his dreams were crushed and his dignity became a punch-line.


Joining the Team

The next few weeks were filled with one small embarrassment after another. It started the day after Senator Bronson’s day from hell. The news media was all over him. How did he feel about the endorsement? What was discussed on the plane? Was he betrayed? Was he played for a fool by Tara Lawton? Was his campaign dead? James had to answer these questions without losing his cool. But he also knew that he would be dropping out of the race, and eventually the senate, to go work for Tara. Despite his desire to rip her to shreds in the press, he didn’t want to bash her because he would look silly later.

For her part, Tara spent the next few weeks traveling with, and on behalf of, Govorner Smith. She too was asked about Senator Bronson and what deal, if any, they had struck on the plane. James caught the interview on television. “Senator Bronson and I had a very positive and productive working session on the plane and again that evening after my endorsement of Governor Smith.” James fumed at her subliminal chiding. She continued, “James is a great public servant. In fact, it cannot be overstated how dedicated he is to serving... and how good he is at it. But, ultimately, I believe Governor Smith gives our party the best chance at winning. He will be the leader we need moving forward. But, again, make no mistake, Senator Bronson has a lot to give and I think we found some common ground... about how he can best use his talents.” James bristled with anger at all of the subliminal messages meant for his ears. She was rubbing her victory in his face through the television screen.

A week later, James dropped out of the race. The press once again had a field day discussing how Tara Lawton had all but single handedly destroyed his candidacy. Even more than that, everyone was surprised a few months later when he announced his resignation from the senate to go work for Tara at Lawton & Associates. All of the headlines were about how the whipped little puppy first got played... then got owned. His “favorite paper”...the one that had tormented him with the humiliating political cartoons... ran a story entitled “How to Crush a Rival Like a Boss.” It discussed all of the ways Tara had publicly humiliated James and ended his career, only to then “buy him off” and put him to work for her. James cringed when he read the article.

The day finally came where James reported to “work." He was somewhat scared and apprehensive as he approached the door. Slowly, he walked into the glass office building in downtown Washington DC and under the gold Lawton & Associates sign. Tara’s firm was the fiercest and best paid army of political strategists, lawyers, consultants and publicists around. The elegance of the building reflected that fact. The receptionist escorted him to the elevator and up to the top floor. She could barely contain her excitement at having him there. “Everyone is so happy you joined us! You’re such an inspiration to so many of us." James allowed the compliment to boost his ego a little. It had been a very long time since he even remotely felt good about himself.

They walked down a long corridor past cubicles on either side. At the end of the hall were the executive offices. A vaguely familiar woman greeted him and walked him down another short hallway to a separate glass door. Using a security card, she swiped them into an area where there were three offices. James tried to place where he had seen this woman before. Then it hit him. She was on the plane with Tara and Kerry. She had witnessed them abuse him as Tara massaged her feet with his face! Embarrassment caused his face to turn red as they kept walking. To the right he saw Kerry sitting at her desk. She had a nice sized office with a nice view of the city below. He had loosely followed her career after she left him. She had quickly made a name for herself working for Tara. She was too busy typing on her computer and talking on the phone to notice him as he walked by. To the left was a door that already had his name on it. His office was apparently back here as well. Straight ahead was Tara’s office. James didn’t know whether to be happy or scared that his office was apparently among the top executives and this close to Tara.

The woman knocked on the open door. “Ms. Lawton, James Bronson is here to see you.”

“Thank you, Jane. Come in James.”

James watched as the familiar woman went back to her desk at the front of the executive corridor. She was apparently the chief of staff. He then realized that everyone in this closed off executive area knew his secret relationship with Tara. He realized they were free to treat him however they chose behind these doors with no fear of anyone ever suspecting anything! He shivered at the potential this situation held. But, he hoped for the best.

“James, please sit down.” As he walked into the room, he couldn’t help but notice how massive her personal office was. The room seemed bigger than many studio apartments he had seen. She sat on the far end behind a beautiful mohagony desk. On either side of her were giant book cases loaded with volumes of books as well as separate sitting areas with glass coffee tables and comfortable looking cream colored leather sofas and recliners. The hardwood floor was a gorgeous parquet pattern. Bright, natural sunlight poured through the window behind her which took up the entire wall. Clearly she was doing well for herself.

James sat in the seat across the desk from Tara. He had not seen her since that fateful night. Although they had spoken on the phone several times, this would be their first meeting since then. He was both dreading and looking forward to this moment. He had put a lot of thought into how today would go. He had planned and rehearsed and he felt very good about his ability to negotiate a decent life for himself here. Tara had already abused him enough to prove her point. Based on his brief conversations with her, he knew her focus would be on making money. James possessed a contact list of powerful connections that could bring in a lot of money... and she knew it. He had leverage now and he would not allow himself to be relegated to an office slave! Besides, both he and Tara knew that she had already won and already taken everything from him. Surely, the rivalry and the feud were over.

Tara began to speak. “Welcome to Lawton & Associates. We are happy to have you here. You will find that if you do your job to the best of your ability you will not only thrive here, but you will be able to really make a difference in the world - even more so than when you were actually a senator!” James paused, almost caught off guard. This conversation sounded very... normal. Tara continued, “We are the best at what we do here and we are counting on you to help take us to an even higher level. I, personally, am counting on you to land some major accounts for us and advance the business with some of our top existing customers. The strong relationships you bring with you from your days in the senate will serve you and the firm well.” James nodded his agreement. Tara continued. “Good. Now, a few more details. As a member of my personal team, everyone inside and outside of the company will treat you as a major player...and they should. It will help you make money... make me money. But make no mistake. I ...can’t ...stand...you!” James was slightly surprised by the obvious disdain in her voice. “I think you are a fool...a joke... not even worthy to shine my shoes.”

James blushed a little but kept his composure. He was ready for this moment. “Tara,” he said calmly but with a noticeable firmness. “I was hoping we could focus on the business and move past any personal grudges. Clearly you’ve won. You’ve beaten me severely. I have been humbled in ways I never thought imaginable.” He paused and leaned forward in his chair. “It’s over. Be the bigger person. Let’s focus on making big money and big policy... together.”

Tara paused for an uncomfortably long time. She just stared at James with a look he couldn‘t place. She was either amused or annoyed or perhaps, he hoped, just thinking about his firm and mature response. Tara leaned forward in her seat to match James’ posture. “You know James, some of the things you said about me after the last election... about my family, about my husband leaving me, about my parenting...about my children. They were really over the line. Really hurtful and malicious."

Clearly Tara was holding a grudge but James stuck to his plan. “Tara, I acknowledge that. But, if any retribution was needed, I think you took it the last time we met. You also went too far. I apologize for my words and, as hard as it is, I forgive you for your actions. Let’s start from a clean fresh place. What do you say?"


Tara looked at him as though she were sincerely considering his words. “Well..., she began. “Let’s just say... I don’t forgive... and I don’t forget... and I will not grow tired of making you my bitch and reminding you just how beneath me you really are. Nor will I bat an eye if you force me to send you to jail for a long, long time.”

James’ face turned a little pale and he stared blankly at her as he thought of what to say next. While he sat there looking dumb, Tara continued. “I know you don’t like me. I know it embarrassed you when your friend picked me instead of you as his running mate four years ago. I’m sure you think you deserve everything I’ve earned. In fact, after our last few encounters, I’m sure you hate me. I’m sure you spent the last months plotting how to get revenge and make me pay somehow. Listen to me... I...don’t...care." James shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. Tara continued. “This is my company. You will do what I say, when I say and I will not tolerate disloyalty. If you make any trouble for me here...if you do anything to disrupt my business... if you so much as show any small sign of disloyalty... you will be punished. And don’t think for a minute I will hesitate to send you to jail. Because I won’t. Are we clear?”

Her words were chilling and direct. James was scared of her. She held all of the cards and she was used to getting her way. He didn’t know what to say. He just nodded and tried to switch the subject back to normal conversation. “Compensation?"

Tara smiled. “Here’s how its going to be. I needed to figure out a compensation plan that would keep you motivated to both land big accounts and to be a good boy. So here’s what I’ve decided. You will be on Kerry’s team. You will be paid minimum wage.” James’ eyes widened and his mouth flopped open. Minimum wage in Washington DC was $7.25 an hour! Tara laughed. “Have your attention do I? Well, here’s the good part. I am going to pay you BIG monthly bonuses for the accounts you actually land. You know... to make sure you have some skin in the game. If you do what I know you can, you will earn over $1,000,000 this year.” James relaxed a little and sat up in his seat to listen to this part eagerly. Tara continued. “Well, technically...” she smiled a devious smile before continuing “50% of your bonus money each month will actually go to Kerry and 25% will come to me. We will decide each month how much...if any... to give back to you.”

James was fuming but he was determined not to show it. He leaned forward in his chair again and spoke as calmly as he could. “So, to be clear. I am supposed to support myself on minimum wage and 25% of what I break my neck earning.... unless you see fit to give me more money? More of my money?” His voice was failing to conceal his frustration.

Tara nodded. “Pretty much.”

James had practiced for months how he would stay calm no matter what. He had a master plan to bargain for his dignity and he refused to give this bitch any satisfaction from his reactions. He steadied his resolve to keep negotiating but this was starting to get out of hand. How does one negotiate with no real power against a vindictive sociopath? He looked for a silver lining. Something positive he could rally around and work forward from. The good news, he decided, was that even if these bitches didn’t give him any money back he would have the potential to make more than his salary as a senator. If he worked hard he felt he could always renegotiate his salary after he proved himself a valuable asset.

Almost as if she could read his mind, Tara continued, “Oh, and one more thing. I spoke with both of your ex-wives. Seems your alimony payments were very, very low. You must have wielded some of your power as a senator to keep them so low.” Tara shook her head from side to side and pouted her lips. “What a gross abuse of power!”

“Isn’t THAT the pot calling the kettle black!” he thought...but he didn’t dare say it.

Tara smiled. “Well, I had our legal team take a look and your payments will be going up...substantially - direct wage garnishment from your gaurunteed 25% of the bonus. We can't have any of our people being accused of unethical behavior." James didn’t know what to say. He just sat there looking silly while Tara pulled out a folded piece of paper and adjusted her glasses to read. “The ladies were very grateful. Your second wife said to tell you... and I quote... ’Did you think you could get away with this forever? Well, ha, ha... who’s laughing now. You arrogant prick, good luck being Tara’s errand boy.’” Tara put the paper down on her desk. “I don’t think they like you very much either.” James fumed. What a violation of his personal life! He was having a hard time controlling his anger. His “negotiations" had failed miserably. Tara leaned back in her chair. “Well, I guess that’s everything. I hope you’re good with a budget ol’ boy. Stretching $7.25 an hour to last between bonuses... or more accurately, whatever portion of your bonuses you actually get to keep... well, that just won’t go very far in this town.”

James just sat there and let all of the conditions sink into his head. Far from being president, if he wasn’t careful he might be homeless soon! Reality sank in. He was not working for himself, but for Tara’s empire. Everyone got a piece of him now. Tara...Kerry... even the ex-wives he despised would benefit from his misfortune - improving their lifestyles with no effort whatsoever. While James continued to sit there with a dumb look on his face, Tara got up from her seat and walked around to approach him. Despise her as he did, he still couldn’t help but be impressed by her appearance. Her long brunette hair draped her pretty face on either side. Her red skirt suit was fitted in just the right way. Her curvy legs seemed to glow in her nude stockings. Her look was completed by the expensive nude Louboutin heels on her feet. For a woman in her forties, she kept herself in great shape. Indeed, as much as he hated to admit it, he found her stunningly beautiful. Standing next him she asked “So, do we have a deal?”

James looked at the stunning but arrogant woman in red standing in front of him. He could no longer hide it. He hated her so much he felt as though he could strangle her right where she stood! Was that a rhetorical question? She knew he had no choice in the matter. Going to jail for years was not in the plans. His face betrayed his true feelings but James did his best to remain civil and focused. He stood up and extended his hand. “Yes we do Ms. Lawton.”

Tara stared at his extended hand with an amused look. James didn’t know what the right move was, so he just stood there with his hand extended for an awkward period of time. Tara chuckled and looked him in the eye. She spoke with an extremely condescending tone. “Silly boy. Dogs don’t seal deals with their masters by shaking their hands.” Humiliated, James let his hand drop to his side. Tara‘s tone changed. It turned cold and stern. “Now then, get on your hands and knees and kiss my shoe... like a good... little... doggy.”

James’ face flushed red from both humiliation and anger. He balled up both fists and for a split second he contemplated cold cocking her! He stared at her angrily for a few more moments but was met in return by the same arrogantly expectant look he recognized from months back when she had easily reduced him to sucking on her toes. It was as if she were crumpling up his rage like an old newspaper and forcing him to eat it in front of her. James slowly dropped to his knees before her. Shame and defeat were written all over his face. He loathed himself as he lowered his mouth down to her foot. He placed a quick peck on the toe of her expensive cream colored shoe. He went to quickly stand up but her hand touched the top of his head when he got to one knee. “Now the other one.” James reluctantly got back down on all fours and placed a kiss on the toe of the other shoe. This time before getting up he looked up to her for permission. Before he could say or ask anything he heard her speak. “Now, crawl around behind me and kiss the backs too.” James squeezed his eyes tight and literally swallowed his anger. He crawled behind her and lowered his face to the back of each expensive shoe placing a quick kiss on each one right below her exposed ankle.

“Have we sealed the deal yet? Can I stand up now?” James asked in a frustrated tone from his groveling position.

Tara raised her hand to her chin and looked up as if she were thinking about a complex business problem. “I dunno James. I’m just...” She paused as if searching for the right words. “ I’m just not feeling the commitment. There’s no... passion. Where’s the passion to work here?”

Was his bitch serious? It was all James could do to stop himself from tackling her right there and pummeling her to within an inch of her life.

Tara shook her right foot a little to loosen her shoe until her heel popped out. With his chin still inches from the ground and his face mere inches from her shoe, her nyloned heel almost touched his nose as it popped up and out of her Louboutin. He felt a familiar tinge of embarrassment as the heat from her foot made its escape from her shoe and wafted into his face. He smelt the familiar scent of Tara’s foot, but it wasn’t overpowering. The aroma was a feint mix of her foot’s scent and the leathery smell of a new shoe. James scooted his face back and out of the way as Tara slid her foot all the way up and back until her toes rested on the shoe back and James was staring at her nylon covered sole. “I need to feel your passion... your energy James. Show me that you want to be here. Prove to me that this isn’t all a big mistake and that I shouldn’t just send you off to jail right now.”

James was almost in disbelief. How had he wound up in this position again? He was a fool to think any other outcome was possible. James felt himself filling with anger as he struggled to contain his hatred. This was an evil bitch who needed to be put in her place in the worst way. Someone needed to wipe that smug look off of her face. Someone needed to make her suffer...to laugh at her for a change...to take all of her prestige away... to forcefully remove the carefree life of opulence she felt so entitled to. Ultimately, James accepted that he would not be the one to teach her that lesson. He, instead, was being put into his place. He stared at her nyloned sole. What did she want from him? What else did she expect? Passion huh? She wanted a demonstration of passion? “Okay...fine. Let’s get this over with.”

He rose to his knees, grabbing her foot with both hands and pulling it towards his face. Tara kept her leg flexed, resisting just enough to let James know not to lift her foot any higher than it was. He knew then that kneeling wouldn’t be good enough for her. To get the best angle for what he was about to do, he now laid down flat on his belly. Holding her foot firmly in his hands he pulled it into his own face like it was his long lost lover. Pressing her warm foot firmly into his own face, he placed a firm long kiss on the ball of her foot right at the base of her toes. The arch and heel of her warm foot were planted firmly against his nose and forehead through her damp nylons. He continued to plant long, firm, full-lipped kisses on the sole of her foot. Ignoring the damp foot sweat accumulating on his lips and face, he worked his way up the sole of her foot from the ball of her foot. Dragging his face up her sole, he kissed her over and over until he got to her heel. The firm way he pressed her foot into his face as he kept kissing served to massage her foot with his face. As he kept his lips working she could feel the intensity of each kiss. She smiled at how easily she had once again broken him as she reduced him to this. He made out with her foot like a highschool sweetheart. He willingly used his face as her personal foot massager. Tara was filled with such exhilarating power that she was almost in awe of herself. Never once did she turn to look down at him. She simply stood there while he groveled on the floor behind her and debased himself. When he had worked his way to her heel he stopped. Still grasping her foot firmly in his hands about an inch away from his face he said loudly “I’m excited to work here. I really am. Please accept me. I want this deal.” He placed a final firm kiss on the heel of her foot.

James bowed his head and stared at the ground. This was partly to demonstrate his subservience and partly out of shame. Tara wiggled her foot out of his hands. Before he could react, she placed it on the back of his head and gave him a firm shove downward. Tara’s foot quickly guided James’ head downward until his forehead hit the hardwood floor with a thud. Tara’s nylon covered foot slid off of the back of his head until it covered the side of his face, pinning him to the ground. James’s right cheek was pressed to the floor as he stared at her other foot. With Tara’s sweaty foot firmly holding his head in place, he was forced to stare across at the Louboutin she still wore. He felt pressure mounting in his head as she slowly shifted her weight to the foot on his face. James was trapped as Tara stood with one high heeled shoe planted firmly on the ground and one nylon encased foot planted firmly on the side of his face. She reached over and buzzed her intercom. “Kerry, could you come in here please?”

James cringed at the thought of his former employee walking in and finding him in this humiliating position. He used to think her a sub-par publicist and as such she was an easy target for his anger. In the brief time since leaving him, she had quickly proven herself a success and found notoriety in the DC circles. Her star seemed to be rising even as his continued to sink to new depths. Now, she would yet again get an opportunity to laugh in his face. James shook with anger as he thought about how she had laughed at him on the plane while Tara humiliated him. How she was all too happy to spit right in his face when the opportunity presented itself. How she had suggested Tara make him suck her toes. How she had laughed hysterically at his expense while he was forced to grovel and do it! How she had mocked him relentlessly while literally kicking him when he was down. How she had betrayed him and gone to work for his hated rival. And now she was to be his immediate supervisor and she would be in a position to literally take money out of his pocket for herself. At that moment he had a crystal clear realization that Kerry had been every bit as much his foe as Tara the whole time! Worse yet, while Tara took quiet confident pleasure in his misery, Kerry displayed blatant joy at rubbing his various humiliations in his face every chance she got!

James dreaded hearing the sound of Kerry’s laughter again. It always made him feel so pathetic. He wondered what she would say when she saw that their mutual boss was standing on his head like it was the most natural thing...like his face was her other shoe. The pressure on the side of his head and jaw felt as though it might cave his skull and served to bring his thoughts back the sweaty foot planted firmly in his face. He heard the click clack of Kerry’s shoes as she walked in.

Kerry saw James in his ridiculous and humiliating position. “Well, that didn’t take long.” she said to her boss. “What... has he even been here ten minutes yet?”

Tara chuckled and said. “We needed to firmly establish the hierarchy around here. We’re clear on where you stand, right James?” she asked as she shifted more weight to the foot on his face.

Under the increasing weight of her stockinged foot James groaned out “yyyyeeeeesssss.”

Tara lifted her foot off of James’ face and balanced on her one high heeled foot. “James, be a dear and put my shoe back on.” James slowly rose to all fours and did as he was told. Tara continued speaking to Kerry “He accepted the terms.” Kerry smiled, knowing what that meant. She would be taking more of his bonus home than he would with the option to give some back. Tara continued, “More importantly, he demonstrated his passion to join us here. His willingness to be a part of the team.”

Kerry looked at her former boss lying on the ground at her new boss’ feet. Having just witnessed Tara use his face as a shoe, Kerry genuinely wondered what else had transpired. “And just how did he demonstrate passion as you say? I think I should know since he’s technically joining my team too.”

Tara pointed at Kerry. “Show her how much you want to be on her team, James. Do it the exact same way you did it for me.”

James looked across the floor at Kerry. She was smiling widely in anticipation of what was to come. James started to crawl over to Kerry across the hardwood floor, his grey suit getting dirty at the knees. He stared at the floor as he crawled. It was a much better option than looking at Kerry’s smiling, expectant face. James knew, and Kerry suspected, that they were about to break new ground. While Kerry had always been a part of his ordeal and she had always taken it upon herself to humiliate him any chance she got, she had never had the pleasure of watching him humiliate himself directly in servitude to her. Until now. There was something incredibly disturbing to him about how Tara had passed power to Kerry. About the way she had somehow decided it was okay for Kerry to consider him her bitch too.

James stopped when he reached Kerry’s feet. He looked her up and down once. The young blond was in her mid twenties. Hell, she could have been his daughter. Her shoulder length blond hair was tied back in a ponytail and her pretty face had very little make up on, except for a deep red shade of lipstick. She was smiling down at him with a mix of uncontrollable anticipation and cockiness that taunted him. She thought back to the brutal and disrespectful tongue lashings he had given her time after time... now he knelt at her feet. She was wearing a nicely tailored black pinstriped pantsuit. James noticed her sheer white pantihose that emerged from beneath her pant cuffs and disappeared again into her black Tory Birch ballet flats. James stopped to ponder what he was about to do. Was he really about to give this young bitch some satisfaction? Was he really about to place his lips against the foot of this disloyal bitch who had become a royal pain in his ass? Yes. Yes, he was.

James huffed in frustration and self loathing. His audible sign of frustration made Kerry giggle. There was that damn laughter again!! Slowly, he lowered his head and kissed each shoe on the gold Tory Birch insignia. Kerry let out another little giggle as the former senator who used to bully her squirmed on the ground before her and kissed her shoes. He then crawled behind her and once again groveled on his belly as he kissed the backs of her shoes. James cringed at what he knew was next. He grabbed her ankle with both hands and lifted gently. When Kerry took the cue and let her foot be raised, he removed her flat and pulled her foot into his face just like he did with Tara. Kerry’s foot smelt much more like... a foot. Clearly, these were not new shoes as the shoe leather’s aroma was older and more musky.

As he pulled her sole towards his face, James noticed the bottom of her foot was a little dirty. In contrast to the white pantyhose, the slightly blackened areas on her heel and the ball of her foot stood out. There were even a few black flecks stuck to her sole. Were they old shoe leather? Were they broken off pieces of a well worn insole? He tried not to think about it. James paused. Could he do this? Where was his pride? He lay there and stared at the foot in his hands. Thoughts of getting up and walking out seriously danced around in his head. While he paused he caught another whiff of her foot. This was a crucial moment of truth! Thoughts of jail replaced the thoughts of walking out as his will to resist once again crumbled. He scrunched up his nose and pulled the sole into his face. Her foot was much sweatier than Tara’s was. If Tara’s nylons were damp, Kerry’s white pantyhosed foot was soaked. Still, James firmly pulled her foot into his face as ordered and planted a firm kiss on the ball of her foot by her toes.

Kerry giggled like a little girl on her birthday. “He’s kissing my feet!” she said to Tara in near disbelief. “This is awesome.” She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment as the office bitch firmly kissed her foot at the ball, the arch, and the heel. He moved slowly planting firm, long kisses as he pulled her foot into his face like he had done with Tara. Her wet foot greasing his face with musky foot sweat. As he pressed his face into her foot, Kerry took an active role. Unlike Tara who just let James humiliate himself, Kerry pressed the sole of her foot backwards into his face, increasing his discomfort and humiliation. She shifted her foot around on his features to increase the “massage” she was getting from his lips and facial features. Her motions served to slather her foot sweat around his face, grinding it into his pores.

When James was done he placed her foot back into her shoe. He noticed the specks of shoe leather were missing and had presumably been transfered to his face. He looked down and forced the words out of his mouth “I am happy to be on your team.”

Kerry was silent for a second and then said “That... was... AWESOME!!. I must say... I’m glad you finally learned your place, senator." The insult obviously dripped with sarcasm since he was no longer an official holder of that title nor did she offer him any of the respect that would come with it. “But I didn’t get to see any of it. Crawl around here where I can see you and do it again.”

James was livid. This little bitch who had once been his employee was taking vindictive pleasure in humiliating him. James wanted to crawl into a hole and get swallowed by the earth. Instead, he crawled back around to face Kerry. She slightly lifted her foot and he stared at her shoe for a long moment before slipping it off. He held her wet foot in his hands and without even raising it to his face he could smell her aroma. Then, he lifted the foot to the level of his eyes. As he pulled the sole towards his face he noticed that, like the other one, the ball and heel of this foot were darkened by a slight layer of dirt. As he reluctantly pulled her foot towards his face, he also noticed more specs of what he presumed to be shoe leather and even a few hairs that she must have picked up from walking around in her stocking feet on the floor. Nonetheless, he pulled the white pantyhosed sole into his face and began kissing again. This time, due to his new position, he started at the heel and worked his way up. He pressed his lips into her sweaty foot and kissed. He dragged his face up her sole, planting firm kisses on her foot. Kerry giggled at the show of degrading obedience. That damn laughter... damn he hated to hear this bitch laugh in his face all the time! This time, after kissing up the length of her foot he found himself in the position of ending in the only obvious way he could think of - kissing her toes. And so he did. He pressed his lips to the underside of her toes, kissing them four at a time. Having completed his humiliating assignment to show his new boss his “passion”, he looked up over her toes at her condescending face.

“Much better, senator. Now, place your hands back on the ground and look up at me like a good little puppy.” James did as he was told and kneeling on all fours looked up at Kerry’s face. She was smiling smugly, but she also had a stern look on her face. “I remember every mean thing you ever said to me. Every word.”

James dared not look away from his new boss. So he just knelt there and offered meekly “I’m...sorry.”

Then Kerry raised her foot again. He saw the dirty sole of her sweaty pantyhosed foot slowly descend toward his face. He cringed just as the sweaty sole slowly but firmly pressed into his face. Kerry leaned into that position as if doing a lunge against his face. It was all James could do to not get pushed over. He bulled his neck to support her weight. She began to grind her foot back and forth into his face, her wet sweaty foot continuing to coat his face with foot sweat like it was his own special lotion. Kerry just leaned into his face and continued to grind her foot. Her foot distorted his features as he knelt uncomfortably and struggled to not be kicked over. She looked like a pretty young female version of Captain Morgan from the rum bottle except with the kneeling James’ face as her tree stump. “How does it feel senator? How does it feel to kneel and just let me rub my foot into your face?”

James didn’t answer her rhetorical question. He just turned a different shade of red and let the sweaty foot assault and massage his face. Or maybe, massage itself on his face. The force of her foot was pressing his nose uncomfortably back into itself. Her grinding heel mashed his lips as it went back and forth across his mouth like a windshield wiper. Kerry was taking her time and punctuating her point - he was now her bitch just as much as he was Tara’s. Kerry slowly changed the direction of her grinding from side to side to front to back. Now, instead of rubbing into his face, her foot slid up and down. The ball of her foot not only continued to crush his nose but repeatedly turned it up and back. Part of her heel roughly forced his upper lip open as it slowly pressed into his face with an upward motion. The rest of her heel followed, forcefully pressing into his front teeth and the exposed inside of his upturned upper lip. After a few more moments of sliding her foot up and down on his face, Kerry pushed off his face with her foot and stood upright. She held her foot in front of his face and wiggled her toes expectantly. “One more kiss to seal the deal.” His face still sore, James leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the sole of her foot. He couldn’t help but notice the lack of leather specks on her sole or the fact that the ball and heel of her foot looked a little less dusty. He knew it was all on his face, stuck to his features by her foot sweat. He could taste some salty residue and some grainy dirt in his mouth from where the inside of his lip had no doubt been forced to clean her dusty heel off. Kerry had gone out of her way to exact revenge directly...not through Tara - and she had loved it. James cowered on all fours like an abused Labrador Retriever.

James heard Tara’s voice from across the room. “It’s settled then. You start tomorrow. How does that sound?”

James, still kneeling, dropped his head to the floor. He saw Kerry’s feet slip back into her shoes. “Sounds...great." he said in a completely dejected voice. “I’m happy to join the team."

Kerry smiled down at him. “And I’m happy to have you. Now get up and let me show you to your new office.”

James stood up and walked over to his new boss Kerry. He could hardly look her in the eye...but he had to. He was determined to show these bitches that they could NOT break him. He walked right up to her and stared at her from a few inches away.

Kerry wrinkled her nose. “James, please go clean yourself. You...stink. You smell like...like... someone used your face as an insole. We have some general hygiene rules around here you know!” Kerry looked him directly in the eye and said her next words with obvious delight. “Go clean the sweat from our feet off your face and meet me in the hallway”

James wanted to spit in this bitch’s face! He didn’t. He walked to the restroom slowly to clean the sweat and grime off of his face. These two bitches ... his new bosses... had him right where they wanted him. They didn’t just have total control over him, they would be making money from his blood, sweat and tears all the while. He was Tara’s indentured servant with her foot on his face and her hand in his pocket. She was using him to pad her pockets and sharing him with her friends...and his enemies...as she saw fit. He had to figure a way out of this! He HAD to. As James approached the bathroom he realized that Kerry was right, he caught a whiff of himself and realized the smell of his own face almost made him gag.His eyes turned red and welled up with tears. So much for not letting them break him.
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