Seduced by the Maid

Jim Hansen sat at the end of his hotel bed and stared at the message on his phone screen. He was covered in a thin, cold sweat, and he felt a fluttering in his chest that would not settle no matter how many times he breathed slowly in and out. The message was from an unknown number, but Jim knew with no doubt that it was Carolina.

The message was brief, simply instructing him sit at the end of his bed, and wait. The message did not say for how long he had to wait, or when to expect her, or what to expect when she arrived, and he had typed and deleted a reply a number of times. But Jim knew not to ask questions, and in his heart of hearts he knew that he would not disobey her. Any pretence of resistance or control was gone; Carolina had shown him who was in charge.

Jim barely remembered the long drive back to the hotel. He had spent the whole journey replaying the events in the kitchen in his mind... kneeling on the floor, his face buried into the maid's perfect ass, humping her bare foot like a dog... and when he had checked into his room, he had collapsed onto his bed and fallen into a long, restless sleep.

He had awoken this morning to the message on his phone, and his head had been in turmoil since. What was he doing? Jim was no stranger to an affair... he had cheated on Matilda God knows how many times over the years... but this was something else entirely. Fucking the maid in his house while his family slept upstairs was insane enough, and more stupid and reckless than Jim thought himself capable of... but that had only been the beginning, and Jim was terrified of how far things could go.

Carolina had humiliated him, and degraded him, and had made him do perverse and disgusting things... and Jim had loved all of it. He had always known that he had a foot fetish, but Carolina had used her feet to awaken something in him... she had made him submit to her... subservient to her... she had taken control of him, and Jim did not know if he would ever get that control back. As he sat there, waiting at the end of his bed with his cock stiff in his pants, he wondered if he would ever want control.

Jim sat there for hours, only daring to move when he was desperate for the toilet, and even then, he hurried back to the end of the bed as quickly as he could. When Carolina arrived, Jim wanted to be where she had instructed him to be.

Finally, Jim heard a keycard slide into to hotel door, followed by the buzzing jingle of the mechanism unlocking, and his heart began to pound so hard that he could feel it in his stomach. His head felt so light that he worried he might faint, and his throat suddenly became dry and tight.

Jim looked to the door as it opened, and he swallowed hard when he saw Carolina walk through the door. She wore a long, black trenchcoat and black, knee-high leather boots with high, sharp heels, and her black hair was tied up in a tight bun that gave her soft face a more severe look. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, and walked over to Jim, glaring down at him. Jim felt himself tremble.

"Ca-... Carolina, I..."

*THWACK*

Jim stumbled back onto the bed, stunned, and it took a moment for him to realise that Carolina had slapped him harshly across his face. His cheek stung and he felt it grow warm, and when he looked back up at Carolina his lip quivered. Her glare was unchanged.

"You will address me as Mistress, or Goddess, dog," Carolina spat, and through the fog of shock Jim felt his cock twitch. "You will save my number into your phone as Mistress, and you will never refer to me by my name. Understand, dog?"

Jim's cock stiffened further each time Carolina called him "dog", and he nodded pathetically.

*THWACK*

Carolina struck Jim across the cheek again in the exact same spot, and he winced, feeling his eyes grow misty.

"Ye-... yes, Mistress..." he whimpered.

"Good doggy," Carolina said patronisingly. "Now, down on your hands and knees, dog, and kiss my boots. Dogs do not sit upright; they crawl on their hands and knees."

Jim fought not to shudder with shame as he felt himself shuffle down from the end of the bed to the floor. He crawled on his hands and knees towards Carolina's boots, and he felt his erection straining in his pants.

Jim brought his face to one of Carolina's shiny boots and pressed his lips into the leather. He kissed it and felt pathetic... so blissfully pathetic.

Carolina looked down at the patriarch of the Hansen family as he kissed her boots and laughed.

"Good dog, so obedient," she taunted, and she laughed when he let out a little moan at her words.

Carolina looked around the hotel suite, inspecting the furniture and lights, and pondered where would be best to place her small cameras. Perhaps one on top of the painting above the headboard that could be aimed down at the queen size bed... Perhaps one on the bedside lamp, to give a nice close up shot...

She looked further around the room and saw that on the desk opposite the bed sat Jim's laptop. Carolina's eyes lit up, and she turned and stepped towards the desk, and sat down on the antique spinning desk-chair. Jim remained where he was, grovelling on hands and knees, and he had a look of panic on his face, not knowing whether to follow or not.

"Did I say stop kissing my boots, stupid dog?" she hissed, and Jim instantly scrambled over to her. "Lay on your back, close your eyes, and stick out your tongue; I wish to clean the bottoms of my shoes. You will lick them clean."

Jim lay on his back at Carolina's feet and opened his mouth, and she planted the sole of her boot against it. She rested her other boot on his chest and then turned to open Jim's laptop.

"Lick, puppy, I want to hear you lick!" she commanded as she opened the laptop. "I want my boots to be spotless!"

Jim shut his eyes tightly and pressed his tongue into the sole of Carolina's boot, and began to trace it up and down. Jim felt the little specks of dirt fall onto his tongue, and he fought not to retch, and he felt his cock ache and strain.

"That's it, doggy, nice and clean..." Carolina said in a disinterested voice. Jim's laptop screen had awoken, and she ran her finger side to side on the touch-cursor. Locked, of course; Carolina expected nothing else. She saw that Jim used a passcode, between 4 and 6 digits long, and knew that she would never be able to guess it. She typed in each of the Hansen's birthdays on the off chance that Jim was that careless, but of course he was not. Carolina looked around the screen, and what she saw in the corner made her smirk. Dare she?

Carolina took her boot away from Jim's face and rested it on his chest. She then lifted her other boot, and rested its thin, pointy heel onto the bulge in his pants. Jim grunted, and his breathing grew heavier as Carolina dragged her heel up and down his shaft.

"Eyes stay closed, dog. No noises. Keep your face still," she instructed sharply as she dug her heel more roughly into his cock. "No reactions, and maybe I will reward you."

Jim fought not to whimper and whine as Carolina dragged her heel sharply up and down his cock, but he made no sounds and his face showed no expression. He wanted to tremble and shake with pain and pleasure, but he stayed deathly still.

Carolina smirked and clicked onto the "facial recognition" icon on the laptop screen. The camera activated, and an oval window appeared on the screen, with the words "hold face within boundaries" underneath. She made sure to mute the laptop, and then lifted it from the desk, and held it down above his face. After a moment or two she raised it back up, and when she looked at the screen, Carolina's eyes lit up.

Jim's laptop had unlocked, and his home screen was open to her. She quietly placed the laptop back onto his desk and then took her phone out of her coat pocket.

"Good doggy," Carolina cooed with glee, lifting her heel from his bulge. Jim exhaled and shuddered, and when Carolina looked back down at his she saw that tears had gathered in his eyes. "Open your eyes, dog. I want you to unzip and remove my boots. That is your reward."

Carolina lazily traced her finger around the touchpad, wanting to make sure that the laptop did not go back to sleep, as she watched the pitiful look of desperation on Jim's face. He brought his trembling hands to the zipper of Carolina's boot, and he delicate pinched it and pulled it down. As the zipper lowered, her boot opened, and Jim gasped when he saw that Carolina was wearing sheer, black nylon stockings. When the zipper had reached the bottom of her boot, Jim brought his hands gently and respectfully around Carolina's heel and pulled, and after a little resistance she lifted her stockinged foot from the shoe.

Carolina held her foot a few inches above Jim's face, and he stared transfixed as she wriggled and flexed her stockinged toes. He watched her heavenly sole wrinkle through the sheer black nylon, and as she lowered it towards his face, his nose filled with the warm, delicious scent of her foot. Jim groaned and then let out a grunt when Carolina enclosed her toes around his nose.

"Sniff, doggy, sniff and enjoy your reward," Carolina commanded, and Jim's eyes rolled back in his head as he inhaled deeply through his nose. His mind was consumed by the heavenly, pungent aroma, and pre-cum leaked into his pants.

"Sniff, my dirty little doggy... sniff deeply... You really are so pathetic for me, my dirty slave... so disgusting..." Carolina teased as she smeared her sweaty stockinged sole around his face. She giggled at the ridiculous expression on his face, and at his trembling body, and then pressed her foot over his eyes. "Take off my other boot, and you can have my other foot in your face. Wouldn't you like that, doggy?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Jim panted desperately. Carolina saw the bulge in his pants strain as she blindly searched for her other boot with his hands, and she looked back to the laptop while he fumbled to unzip it.

Carolina set to work seeing what useful information she could find on Jim's laptop. She the first thing that she did was open his internet browser, and when she felt him pull on her boot, she freed her foot and planted her other sweaty sole onto his face. Jim let out a whimper that was muffled by Carolina's warm, stockinged feet, and his whole body tensed.

Carolina opened Jim's browser history, and had to bite her lip not to laugh; dirty doggy indeed. Carolina scrolled down the history and enjoyed reading the titles of the porn he had been watching during his little hotel break; pegging, trampling, spanking, cuckold... and one phrase in particular caught her eye: "sissy maid". Oh, Jim... Jim, Jim, Jim...

Carolina closed the browser and opened Jim's emails. She then set about searching for a number of key phrases, including "banking", "account", "transaction" etc., and made a careful note of what she found. She was not expecting to gain access to his accounts this way, but any insight into how much he had to play with would be most useful to Carolina...

Jim sniffed desperately at Carolina's feet, and his cock throbbed and ached in his pants. He felt the light dampness of the warm nylon on his face, and he was oblivious to everything else going on around him.

"Such a stupid, filthy boy," laughed Carolina, as she used her phone to photograph the laptop screen. She had found an innocuously titled folder in Jim's email that she guessed no one was supposed to know about but him, and when she opened it, she found a series of documents that she was certain he would not want anyone else to see. Definitely not the tax man.

My, my, Senhor Jim... what have you been up to?

Carolina's eyes bulged at the numbers she read, and she smiled ear to ear.

"Dog, why are you wearing clothes? Dog's do not wear clothes," Carolina asked sternly, pressing her soles harshly against his face. Jim whimpered and kicked off his shoes. As he lay on his back under Carolina's feet, he frantically shimmied and wrestled his jeans down his legs, followed swiftly by his underwear. His cock sprang out of his briefs, and a thin stream of pre-cum streamed onto his stomach. He then tore open his shirt, not giving a damn as the buttons popped and flew off left and right. Carolina laughed at his pathetic desperation as she watched his erection bob in the air.

Carolina brought one of her feet from Jim's face to his throbbing cock and began to gently stroke her big toe up and down his shaft. Jim let out a groan and his body seized as blissful pleasure overcame him, and he sniffed even more deeply from her other foot. He loved being Carolina's dog, sniffing at her foot. He loved being pathetic for her.

"Such a loser... dirty little loser... I am so good to you... you do not deserve me..." Carolina moaned as she teased Jim's cock with her toe and finished photographing the documents on his laptop. She closed all the tabs she had opened, then closed the laptop.

Suddenly, she removed her feet from Jim's face and stood from her chair. She stepped over to the bed and then turned back to Jim.

"Onto to bed. Now, dog," she instructed sharply.

Jim crawled to the bed on his hands and knees, and the clambered up onto it. His hard cock wagging between his legs.

"Head at the top and lie down! Do not make me wait!" she barked, and Jim yelped and scurried up the bed. He lay on his back with his head between the pillows and looked up at the ceiling. He felt the mattress creak and compress at his feet as Carolina stepped up onto the bed, and his heart raced. Carolina stepped carefully around Jim and stood at his torso and then rested her foot on his stomach.

"You want me to trample you under my perfect feet, don't you, my filthy boy?" Carolina asked as she pressed her foot down. She reached out with her hand and held it against the wall to stabilise herself, and without waiting for a reply, she lifted her other foot from the bed and stepped onto his chest.

"Hnnnnnngh..." Jim grunted as her full weight came down onto his chest and stomach. She towered over him, and grinned wickedly, and Jim felt himself struggle to breathe. Carolina did not move, but she began to gently shift her weight from one foot to the other, and she laughed loudly at the sound of Jim grunting and wincing.

In the horny fog of Jim's mind, a thought broke through.

What had he become?

Jim was a man.

He was a fucking CEO.

He got what he wanted.

He had fucked so many young, beautiful women, and he had never bowed to any of them.

Jim had never bowed to anyone, and he never gave control to anyone.

And now here he was, being trampled under the feet of a beautiful women... his employee... being treated like a floormat by a woman who had bent him to her will so easily. She had turned his life upside down in a matter of only a few days and shattered any image that Jim had ever had of himself.

He was her dog... her slave... he was beneath her in every way... and he loved it.

Carolina turned her body and lifted her foot from Jim's stomach, and he felt the last of the air leave his chest as Carolina's full weight came down on it. Jim felt his head lighten and his eyes bulge, and just when he thought that he might break and beg for breath, Carolina planted her foot down on his face. She leaned forward, and her weight shifted from the foot on his chest to the foot on his face, and then she stepped her other foot up onto his face so that they were side by side.

Jim felt his head drive down into the mattress below as Carolina stood on his face. Her round heels pressed his jaw down into his neck, and he felt the crushing pressure of her soles on his cheeks and eyes.

"Do not move, dog. You love to be beneath me... You know that it is your rightful place..." Carolina commanded, but Jim needed no instruction; he could not have moved even if he wanted to.

Carolina looked down at her victim and smiled. His face was completely covered by her nylon covered feet, and he let out little gurgles and groans as he was crushed under her weight. She looked ahead and inspected the frame of the painting above the headboard carefully.

Yes, it would do nicely.

She reached her hand into the pocket of her coat and lifted out a small camera. She looked at it and smiled; she thought back to when she had first started her 'career', and the resources she had at her disposal now compared to then... God, how things had changed.

She looked back down at the wealthy man trembling with lust below her feet.

Some things hadn't changed at all.

She lifted the little camera and secured it to the top of the frame and then tilted it so that the lens pointed down at the bed below. Once it was secured, she paused, looking back down at her slave, and she did not move until his body started to shake, and his gurgling and groaning grew louder. Carolina laughed and then stepped down from his face.

Jim gasped for air and moaned, his pink face turning red. He was desperate to cradle his aching jaw with his hands... But Carolina had not told him to do so, and so he simply lay on the bed with his arms by his sides, awaiting her next instruction. His erection strained.

Carolina stepped down from the mattress and inspected the bedside lamp.

"Down to the floor, dog, at the end of the bed. Hands and knees, with your head bowed. Eyes closed."

Her voice was disinterested, and her antipathy towards Jim made him feel so small and worthless. His cock twitched, and he scurried down to the floor.

Carolina looked back to see that Jim had done as instructed, and then lifted another, smaller camera from her coat pocket. This one wouldn't have the battery life to be on all the time, but Carolina could turn it on whenever she visited...

She then stepped around the bed and stood before Jim. Jim heard the gentle ripple of Carolina's trenchcoat dropping to the floor, and he almost whimpered with excitement.

"Grovel, and kiss my feet, dog."

"Yes, mistress!" Jim replied eagerly, and then set about kissing the tops of her nylon-clad feet. Carolina smirked down at his naked body, hunched and grovelling at her feet. How many powerful, wealthy men had she seen in the same position?

"Kiss up my legs, you disgusting pig."

Jim grunted, and his dick quivered, as he brought his lips up Carolina's shins, alternating between one leg to the other.

"You are a disgusting piggy, aren't you? Such a filthy piggy..."

Jim felt his cock pulsate, and pre-cum trickled from its tip.

"Yes, Goddess!" he said, his voice shaking, as his lips reached Carolina's knees.

"Piggies don't speak, piggy, they snort. Snort for me, piggy," she commanded firmly.

Jim snorted as he kissed up Carolina's thighs, and she threw her head back and laughed. Poor piggy...

He would be her piggy bank soon enough.

"Now bark for me, dog. Dirty, filthy dog..."

Jim barked and ruffed, and Carolina's taunting laughter filled his ears. He had never felt so demeaned and degraded, and his shame was blissful. Jim's lips moved from nylon to bare, smooth skin as he reached Carolina's upper thigh, and he felt he might collapse. His face moved up towards Carolina's pelvis, but when he went to move his head to kiss her other leg, it bumped into something... hard?

Jim opened his eyes and gasped when he saw that protruding from between Carolina's legs was a pink strap-on dildo.

"I did not tell you to open your eyes, dog!" Carolina spat, and Jim winced. He closed his eyes again and immediately felt Carolina's palm strike him across his cheek again. "I did not tell you to close them again, either! You really are a useless slave... Open your eyes, and your mouth."

Jim opened his eyes again and looked up at Carolina. She was grinning wickedly down at him, and he trembled under her power. Jim parted his lips and opened his mouth, and Carolina reached behind his head and grabbed a handful of his hair. She gripped the shaft of the dildo with her other hand, and placed it between his lips, before pulling his head towards her.