Despite arriving home past 1am, as instructed I laundered the nylon socks I’d worn that day having walked home in just my shoes. In the morning I carefully pressed and folded them to look as new as possible, wrapped them in plain paper ready to present to Keith. A wave of kink excitement and warmth shot through my whole body. I dressed smartly as I would always for work. Suits were not required so I wore blue trousers, white shirt and tie with a black sweater. And as directed black cotton socks topped off with my tan leather shoes. It didn’t occur to me at the time that Keith was starting to control another aspect of my life - what I wore.
Having moved office meant I could walk to work which I didn’t mind at all. At reception I was met by HR and escorted up to floor 5, my new work home. The usual formality of going through personal details before a 10am meet and greet with the team. Despite the formal start, the office seemed less formal than with James. People seemed friendly and welcoming.
In the office kitchen a new colleague made me a coffee, “apparently you’re quite the up and coming star” he said. “Sorry?” I was shocked, “yeah, Keith had been raving about you joining for weeks now, ever since conference. I really liked your presentation on that by the way”. It seems this ‘opportunity’ had been planned for much longer than I was told, the manipulation excited me. I tried not to smile too obviously. “Any tips would be great to help me settle in” I said. “We’re a friendly bunch, as for Keith….” “ yes” in interrupted a bit too eagerly “…… do your job well and he’ll reward you. He runs a tight ship, he’s very firm but fair. I wouldn’t want to cross him mind”. I listened intently, “right, gets angry does he?” phishing for a hint of how he is at the office. “Just do your job Tom, you’ll be fine. And like I said, looks like you’re already in there. And as his personal lackey, sorry assistant you need that. We’re all at his beck and call, but you will be pandering to his every whim I’m sure”. We both laughed, I already am I thought.
“Keith is running late , but he said to wait in his office, it’s the last door on the left”. I walked down , knocked just in case and entered. The office was everything I suppose I expected. Minimal, sleek, tidy. I could almost smell the masculinity of it. Huge desk with a view across the city. Internal windows which I noted allowed an outward view only.
I decided to sit on the sofa, putting my leather satchel briefcase on the floor. I waited and waited and waited, but I was used to this already. As I sat I had a sense of being watched - I wouldn’t put it past him!
Daydreaming I was startled by the door opening quickly, Keith walked in and shut the door. “Morning Nancy boi, I need a coffee”. He pointed over to the machine on the back table. I made his coffee while he spoke to someone on the phone. “Good morning Sir”, I placed his coffee on the desk and smiled. Keith looked up and smiled, “looking good Nancy boi, except that tie I don’t like it”. Despite the tie remark, the compliment made me feel good. “I’ll change that for tomorrow Sir, I’m sorry”. Keith reached into briefcase and produced a small package. “Here” handing it to me. It was about the same size as the sock parcel I had in my satchel for him. Was Keith giving me socks? I opened it to find a tie, slightly disappointed yet grateful for a gift I thanked him. “Stand up and come here”. I walked to him. “This has been made especially for you, notice the signature embroidery - NB - Nancy boi”. The tie indeed had NB embroidered into the pattern. Keith held out his hand, I gave him the tie. “Take yours off”, I obeyed. Keith then lifted my collar and started to place the new tie around my neck. He was close enough to feel his breath on my face, and his aftershave which immediately transported me back to his bedroom all those years ago. Keith tied the tie, pulling it tight toward my throat. I gave a small gasp. “Too tight”, he smirked, “a little Sir”, I could barely finish before he pulled tighter and drew closer to me. “Always wear this tie for work Nancy boi. Consider this your work collar, I fucking own you now”. He loosened the grip slightly and looked me in the eyes. “Understand Nancy boi?” “Completely Sir. Thank you Sir”.
Keith backed off. “Thank you Sir” I repeated several times. I then remembered the gift, the socks I’d wrapped as directed. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the neatly tied sock package. “Sir, I have this for you as requested”. Keith half smiled, “leave it on my desk as you go Nancy boi”.
Over the next week I had both official and unofficial induction. Everyday, like the pathetic subordinate I was, I proudly wore my tie, a symbol to Keith that he had taken a little more control of me, and of what I wore. As time passed I struggled to separate what my official PA role was from being Keith’s low life sock sub - I just served him. This gave me increasing pleasure, eventually realising that just being in service to him turned me on, it somehow made me feel whole, complete. There was plenty of opportunity to serve at his feet since Keith stayed over in a local hotel for at least three nights a week. We worked late on most of those days, me on the floor licking, sniffing and rubbing my face on his smelly socked feet. Over time, Keith’s nylon socks became dirtier, smellier and tasted rank. Her would boast that he’d been wearing them for longer and longer. One particular evening I arrived and Keith had an evil glint in his eyes. I had come to know that this meant a new level of service, humiliation and pleasure for him. I loved these challenges. Unusually he told me how horny he was feeling, Keith hardly ever discussed sexual feelings or gratification from having me serve him. Naked, except for my tie tightly in place around my neck, I knelt before him awaiting orders, excited to see which beautiful nylon socks I would soon be honoured to have my tongue and face pressed firmly against. My heart sank when he revealed white sports socks, there’s nothing sexy to me about them. But nonetheless, I knew what was expected of me and I gave Keith’s socked feet my full attention. His socks were soaked with sweat, he’d obviously had a workout before I arrived. They tasted salty and sweaty, their scent stronger than expected. That was at least some bonus. I’d been licking and deep toeing for about 30 minutes when he finally spoke. “Go to the bedroom and bring my black leather shoes that are beside the bed Nancy boi”. I went to stand, “crawl” he added. This was new! I crawled on all fours to the bedroom, found the shoes and gasped with delight. There inside both shoes were his dirty, rank black nylon socks, stuffed inside. “ Have you found them Nancy boi?” “ yes Sir” I eager replied. “carry them here in you mouth you filthy freak”. I carefully manoeuvred them together so that I could use my teeth to carry them back to Keith. As I went in to place them in between my teeth their stench hit the back of my throat. I coughed and retched. Tears in my eyes. This was another level. My cock twitched, these must be weeks of wear I thought. Crawling back I continued to feel both horny and repulsed by the stench of these socks and shoes. I presented them to Keith as requested. “Good boi” he ruffled my hair aggressively, clicked his fingers and pointed to his socked feet. I resumed worshipping his white socked feet, desperately wishing those nylon socks were on his feet instead. Worshipping his white sport socked feet was in many ways a lesson in altruism, a lesson that in time I was to realise to be the most importantly lesson ever. “Thing is Nancy boi, despite you fucking repulsing me you queer freak, I do understand you have needs and wants too.” I wasn’t sure where this was going, he’d always made it clear that he wasn’t interested in whether I was having fun or not. In fact, he’d explicitly said that he didn’t want me to get off on ideas of him. “I bet you think about me and my Alpha cock blowing its load don’t you freak?” I went to answer, “Oi, keep your fucking filthy mouth on my feet”. I obeyed. From my position on the floor, I could see that Keith had slipped his hand into his open trousers. “Did I fucking say you could look up?” he barked. I focused on his feet, desperate to catch even a glimpse of his monster. Keith slowly reached for the black nylon socks, removing them from inside his shoes. He proceeded to pull them over his hard cock, instructing me to suck on his socked big toe faster, deeper. As he started thrusting his toe into my mouth and throat, he began beating his monster cock using the black nylon socks to create what must have been the most sensual friction ever as his monster easily filled almost the entire length of those rank black nylon socks. He hooked his left foot around the back of my neck, still thrusting his right socked foot into my mouth whilst simultaneously wanking his monster with the black nylon socks. Keith’s breathing grew faster, panting and moaning his left foot tensed on the back of my neck, drawing me down on his toes. I gagged loudly fighting not to withdraw as Keith shot his load into the black nylon socks. We both gasped for breath. Keith was shaking, he leant forward and grabbing the tie around my neck pulled me toward him. I had no choice but to be pulled in. “Open your fucking mouth”. I obeyed. Keith pulled the cum soaked, black nylon socks off of his monster cock and stuffed them into my gapping wide mouth. A warm, sticky cum soaked sensation filled my mouth. The taste of sweat and cum combined with the stench of these nylon socks was overwhelmingly intoxicating. Keith loosened his grip on the tie, pointing at his feet I instinctively returned to them trying to take his toes into my already overfull mouth. As impossible as it was, I tried my hardest to please him by forcing myself to give head to his socked big toe, ramming the black, nylon wank socks down into my throat. Struggling to breathe I choked hard, retched, gagged and almost puked. Keith had lay back on the sofa, slouched, exhausted from his cum dump he watched as I squirmed. He withdraw his foot. “Chew them you fucking freak” he smiled, “taste that Alpha seed, drink it in”.
