Mrs. Boston – Bitchy Boss

March the 24th 2008 She walked into the office and all heads turned towards her. Those that had their noses buried in their work were quickly nudged to attention. Nodding good morning to everyone, Mrs Boston walked into her office at the end of the open plan area. The staff whispered to each other. This was to be their new office manager and to them she looked as scary as hell. Mrs Boston had short red hair and a very strict looking suit and what came across as an attitude to match. What the girls had failed to notice but the male members of staff had picked up on, was that she was wearing seamed stockings and heels and the glasses that perched on the end of her nose had caused a twitch or two amongst them. Some of them instantly imagined their new boss’s red lipstick leaving its mark on their rapidly growing cocks. A few minutes after she had closed the door behind her she opened it again. “Coffee! Strong, black and no sugar!” She ordered as she looked over the rims of her glasses. Everyone just looked at each other; their mouths wide open in shock. “Well?” James stood up and headed towards the coffee machine in the corner of the office as Mrs Boston closed the door behind her again. The murmuring began once again and people returned to their desks as James took Mrs Boston her coffee. He knocked on the door before entering and placed the mug on her desk. “In future I would like my coffee in a proper coffee CUP!” she glared at him. “Complete with a saucer!” James hung his head. “Yes Mistress.” He said quietly. Mrs Boston just looked at him, not quite sure what she had heard him say but decided, on this occasion, to ignore it. She waved her hand at him to show that he was now dismissed from the office and to return to his own work. But James had realised what he had said and blushed slightly. He was quite content though – Mrs Boston was the woman he had been seeking for the last ten years or so. He was a rather quiet and unassuming type of man and had never been anywhere near marriage in all of his 34 years. He had many girlfriends over time, but because none of them were the type of girl he was really looking for, no relationship had lasted for more than a few months. Mrs Boston, he hoped, was about to change all of that. It only took a few months before Mrs Boston had the office running as smoothly as a hot knife through butter. Very few of the staff liked her though because she was strict, but James seemed to be her ‘pet’. All she would have to do was clicked her fingers and he would go running. She liked him though – as a person. She had been divorced for 3 years and, just like James, had not met a suitable man who was more than willing to be at her beck and call. One evening when everyone had left the office, Mrs Boston called James into her own little space. “James, I have noticed that you never question what I ask of you and that you seem to do whatever I want in double quick time,” she mused. “Can I ask why? Are you trying to suck up to me for some reason? Are you looking for a promotion?” James blushed and said “Can I be absolutely honest with you?” “Please do,” replied Mrs Boston suggesting with a sweep of her hand that he sit down in the chair opposite her. “Well,” he stuttered, “I have always been looking for a powerful woman to share my life with. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it. A woman who would be comfortable as the dominant part of the couple …” Mrs Boston smiled and sat back in her chair. Then, she kicked off her shoes and lifted up her legs to place her feet on the desk. James stared at her feet and noticed the way the seams of her stockings ran perfectly centred along the length of them. He could feel his redundant cock stirring and tried to hide it with his hands as she ordered him stand up before her. “I feel we may have a mutual attraction here then James,” she smiled. She beckoned him to her side and told him to kneel down. Once done she removed her feet from the desk top and placed them firmly into his lap. “Prove to me that you may be worthy of my personal attention,” she said, and placed her hand on his shoulder. This was the moment that he had been waiting for. Permission from her for him to touch and worship this powerful woman. He took each foot in his hands and kissed them before massaging their toes, soles and heels. His excitement grew quickly and almost came in his pants as she began to rub her feet over his bulge, tormenting him as se informed him, “Don’t think I am going to let you do anything with me. Not yet anyway. I like you and sensed from early on that we had something in common. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but now I know.” “Can I be yours though?” James begged. She pulled her feet away from him and his heart sank. “Let us just see how it goes for now,” she said. “Do as you are told when you are told and perhaps there MAY be a future for us. Now get my coat, you’re taking me home!” “Thank you,” James beamed and ran to retrieve her coat from the stand.