Becoming the Boss’s Boss (closed for cybal, ShyMaleSub, & KaseE)

[KaseE]

Becoming the Boss’s Boss​

Karen O`Connor Thornton held a B.A. in Art History, and would have earned a Master’s Degree if she had finished her thesis. Instead, she had her first child, Henry Thornton. Jr. Three years later came a daughter, Helen. Helen started as a breach, and while Karen’s excellent obstetrician avoided doing a cesarean, the damage done to Karen’s uterus meant her family would grow no larger.

Now, with both kids away at school — Junior a senior at MSOE; Helen a freshman at Marquette — she wanted to finish her degree. Unfortunately, on her husband Hank’s comfortable but not extravagant salary, a third tuition expense remained out of the question. Besides, Hank opposed it, almost as much as he opposed her taking her current job to start saving money to return to grad school.

“I’m the breadwinner of this family!” he’d protested. “People will think you’re working because I can’t afford two kids in private colleges.”

“Well, we really can’t,” she’d reminded him, making it worse. “They both had to take loans this year. If it wasn’t for Junior’s internship and Helen’s scholarship....”​

And so it went, escalating until they started screaming at each other. They’d had a similar fight last night, sparked when he said something about needing new pants and she’d pointed out it would help both his waistline and their budget if he would cut back by a couple of beers each night. She’d ended up crying and he’d spent the night on the couch, his choice, not hers.

“Darn-it!” she hissed under her breath when she realized she had entered data from the same invoice twice into the computer. Her new job proved easy for Karen, probably too easy. Her mind tended to wander, especially on days like today, when she had gotten little sleep and remained upset over the prior night’s row with her husband.

Karen deleted the duplicate entry, rubbed her eyes, and quickly covered her mouth as she yawned. She glanced at the clock. A bit early for a break, but her often strict employer — who nonetheless introduced herself as simply “Angela” but whom almost everyone in the office instinctively called “Boss” — had already shown an understanding that peak productivity sometimes required some flexibility. Karen rose from her desk, picked up her faded Phi Beta Kappa insulated coffee mug, and headed for the small kitchenette that served as the employee lounge.

 

[cybal]

Angela Williams walked into the office wearing a tailored black suit with a slender hip hugging skirt and white hose running down into her black heels. Her angular face carried the same amused smile, as if she were pulling off a trick and world was unaware. Angela was a younger, thinner, hotter, richer Angelica Huston. Her black jacket accentuated her hour glass figure and full bust. Angela's deceased husband refused her children and although she missed that possibility, her hips were as narrow as they were in high school.

Walking into her office she dropped her thin leather laptop case and sunglasses on her empty glass desk. She had taken her belligerently drunk dead husband's old oak desk he had fucked every secretary he ever hired and burned it.

She turned and walked out into he hall, then down to the break room. Popping a Kona blend K-cup into the automated coffee machine, placed a modern mug under the spout and the hot dark liquid filled her glass cup circled with a black metal frame and handle. Angela took the mug and turned almost bumping into Karen.

"Good morning, Mrs Thornton," Angela asked with a smile and interested tone. "How are things in accounting? Are we still making money?" she asked with a confident knowing smile. "Oh I know we are," she continued seeing Karen's discomfort with "the Boss'" questioning.

"When you get a break come by my office, I have a special project I think you may be perfect for," the boss asked, well told. Angela's eyes roamed over Mrs Thornton conservative dress, disguising what Angela imagined to be less than conservative.

 

[ShyMaleSub]

Hank Thornton is an accountant for one of the big box department stores. By this time in his life, mid-40's, he had hoped to have his own accounting firm. He'd thought his CPA and MBA would have gotten him farther. He had played it safe, though, sticking with the solid job instead of taking the risk of starting his own firm. He wasn't even the head of his department despite being the most senior employee. It at least made him a good enough living to save up for college for two kids, with minimal student loans, and keep his wife from having to work. The youngest, Helen, just started her freshman year, and the oldest son, Hank Jr., would graduate this year. His wife,*Karen, with kids out of the house, had decided to take a job to give her something to do. Hank thought it was an affront to his ability to take care of things and was against it, but*Karen*had gotten more independent as the kids had gotten older, and she even wanted to go back to school herself to finish her Masters degree. Hank would have never told her, but he didn't see the point in a Masters degree in something as eclectic as Art History, especially at her age.

They clashed more, and Hank was taking every opportunity to put her in her place. It did gnaw at him, though, that her arguments about needing more income were hard to refute. He just had a hard time admitting he couldn't support his family on his income.

Their sex life had dwindled over the years and was now almost non-existent. It didn't help that his mid40s physique was not exactly "in shape". He made up for his lack of regular sex by surfing porn on his tablet, which he password protected, and had lately found some interesting sites on femdoms. He thought*Karen*could never do something like that, and actually he resisted the thought of her being like that. He had to admit that her appearance had improved significantly in the last few years as she had more time to take care of herself instead of the kids. Hank really couldn't understand why he didn't approach her sexually more now. Perhaps it had just been too long. He wouldn't let himself admit that it was very likely the fantasy world of porn that kept him from being attracted to his wife.

 

[KaseE]

Knock, Knock

“When you get a break, come by my office,” Angela told Karen. “I have a special project I think you may be perfect for.”

Karen felt herself blush as Angela’s eyes roamed over her outfit. The crimped frill on her black blazer’s lapel had gone out of style years ago, and the costume jewelry necklace over her simple rose blouse felt trashy compared to the simple elegance of what Angela wore. New clothing and designer wear did not fit into the budget Karen’s husband’s salary allowed.

“Okay,” Karen nodded with her eyes lowered as she moved toward the break-room door. “I’m almost done with the overnight invoices.”

She returned to her desk and finished entering the data from the remaining third-shift paperwork. She rose from her desk, and went first to the ladies room to empty her bladder, smooth her clothes, and check her makeup. She sighed. The lines framing her chin and crow’s feet stretching back from the corners of her eyes seemed deeper than ever.

With the trip to the bathroom, and the accompanying look in the mirror, only making her feel more uneasy, she walked down the hall to the broad, dark mahogany double doors of Angela’s office. A young secretary in a fashionable dress sat behind a desk in the antechamber. She simply nodded when Karen explained Angela had asked to see her. An identical set of doors waited beyond the secretary. Karen tried to knock confidently, but not too aggressively. The old doors rattled jarringly under her nervous knuckles.

 

[cybal]

Karen's knock was immediately followed by the secretary's confident voice, "excuse me," as she stepped past Karen and opened the doors before Karen's shaking hand could.

"Madam, Mrs Thornton is here," the secretary announced before retreating to allow Karen to enter. The secretary pulled the doors closed leaving the two women alone.

The office was incredible compared to the rest of the standard business office. White marble covered the floors on which modern chrome, black leather and glass furniture sat. Two chairs in front of the desk on a zebra skin rug. Angela sat at the wide slab of glass, you might call a desk with her laptop open and her cup of coffee next to it steaming.

"Hello Mrs Thornton, come in please." Angela said as she finished looking at the laptop, then closing it. "Don't be bashful, I won't bite you, yet." Angela said with a disarming smile as Karen step hesitantly forward.

Behind Angela was a wall of glass overlooking a park and the city. The walls were black mahogany or some similar dark wood. There were modern abstract painting, almost disturbing in their sparse use of color and possibly obscene distorted subjects. The room was thirty feet from the doors Karen entered to Angela's desk. Karen look awkward with every step as she walked forward with her practical, cheap shoes barely making a noise on the marble.

Angela waited patiently for Karen to sit on the leather seat with her legs crossed. She was not nearly comfortable enough to lean back into the leather backing. Angela looked at Karen for a moment then spoke.

"May I call you Karen, Mrs Thornton?" she began very formally.

"Of course Mrs Williams," Karen responds politely.

"Ms." Angela hissed correcting her. The silence after the correction was awkward but Angela filled the void. "Mrs Thornton, I do not want to talk about accounting, or at least not about my accounting. You see, I take an interest in some of my employees who are having trouble, personal trouble." Her words hung in the air. What Karen had expected to be a quick meeting about profits and loss, was now challenging her personal life.

"I know," Angela continued gauging Karen's reaction from almost imperceptible facial changes, "It is not appropriate for an employer to discuss an employee's personal life but I think we are more alike than you have ever imagined." She let this settle in Karen's head and filter down into her heart and possibly lower if Angela was right.

Angela rose from her chair and stepped around the desk until she was in front of Karen. She looked down on her accountant then leaned back against the glass desk. She was confident and almost magic in her confidence.

"I used to be like you Karen" Angela said with her arms at her side with her red manicured fingernails tapping the glass. "I lived in a marriage of legality only. My husband was a drunk and abusive, not with his fists but his words and actions that kept me weak and enslaved in his house."

"I take my business seriously, and would not be talking to you like this if I did not respect you as an employee and a more importantly as a person. I know, you probably did not know I was aware of you since you started seven months ago." she said letting Karen breath this in.

"Ok, I am going to say some things now, and I don't want you to speak until I am finished." Angela's voice sounded strong and commanding, bringing nothing but a nod from Karen. Karen did appear to be relaxing strangely in this awkward conversation, now leaning back in the chair.

"Your husband is not making you happy. You feel helpless and lost. Your husband wants to be controlled. Most importantly, you want to be in control." She stated these facts like she was reading off a notepad.

Ms. Williams leaned forward putting her hands on Karen's arms clutching them with the leather and metal of the chair arms as she brought her face within inches of Karen. "In order to learn control you will first need to submit to me." The words and energy generated between these two women made the moment seem almost surreal.

Angela brought her right hand up to Karen's cheek and brushed the back of her fingers against her skin. "Oh this may be exciting," she breathed taking back her hand and releasing her accountant's arm.

"So Karen, you can go back to your desk and on those dark lonely nights think about what could have been, or you can submit to me and see where the rabbit hole goes." The Boss said calmly.

As if on queue the secretary's voice filled the room "Ms Williams, your ten thirty is here."

Angela smiled at Karen and said, "He can wait a few minutes, Mrs Thornton and I have not finished our meeting."

"Yes, Mam," the obedient young woman said.

"Now Karen what is it going to be?" Angela said focusing her attention back on Karen.

 

[KaseE]

It’s Time

“Now, Karen, what is it going to be?” Angela demanded an answer to her incredible question. Karen felt herself gasping for breath, trying to regain some composure. She could not concentrate on much beside the throbbing emptiness in her loins. She feared the warm wetness dampening the crotch of her panties might produce a noticeable musk. She could hardly believe what she thought Angela suggested, and did not dare give the wrong answer.

She had fantasized about moments like this, albeit with some handsome and sensitive man. It had started with reading Fifty Shades of Grey and its sequels. From there she had moved to Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty novels and the works of Lora Leigh. She dreamed of living in that world, but did not sufficiently trust her husband Hank to offer herself that way to him.

To submit to a woman, however, might prove quite different. A woman would understand what she needed, and not abuse her desires. Moreover, to learn from her how to control Hank provided temptations on a myriad of levels. When she answered, she spoke as much to herself as she did to Angela.

“How could I possibly refuse?”

 

[cybal]

A smile came across Angela's face as she stood straight up in front of Karen and said, "Of course you couldn't refuse me." Angela reached down and cupped Karen't chin in her hand and held it firm. She then rubbed her thumb across Karen's lip. Angela's red fingernail gleaming in the bright sunlight flooding the room as she pushed her thumb between her lips. Felling Karen's lips give way she sighed "that's a good girl Karen."

She pushed her thumb into her mouth, now sucking and licking it. With her free hand Angela felt Karen's breast. Their eyes never wavered. Karen's nipple was hard and sensitive to Angela's touch, eliciting a moan muffled by Angela's finger.

"Oh we are going to have fun," Angela said smiling broadly. She released Karen's breast and slowly took her thumb from Karen's hungry wet mouth. Angela stepped back behind the desk and pulled a USB stick from her laptop bag.

"When you get home tonight, put this into your husbands laptop. You won't have to do anything else, as long as it is on. It will only take a few seconds." Angela told her. She held out the thumb drive. Karen stood and took the small metallic object.

"There is no going back Mrs Thornton." Angela said seriously. I expect this to be done by seven o clock tonight. If it is not you will be terminated and our relationship will be ended. "Good Day, sweet little Karen," Angela finished looking the woman up and down, like a man might in a strip club.

 

[ShyMaleSub]

*** 4 Months earlier ***

Hank Thornton was on another of his late night porn surfs. He had just joined a new forum site focused on BDSM and he was looking through profiles hoping to find a Dominatrix who would be willing to play with him online. He didn't think he'd want to take step of physically cheating on his wife, Karen, and he thought the online dominance might satisfy his fantasy. He found a few profiles he thought might find his offer interesting and was busy sending a separate message to each with the following general message:

"Hello, Mistress. I'm a mid 40s, married, submissive male interested in being dominated through online interaction. My wife is not interested in my submissive tendencies, and I want to use this means to satisfy my fantasizing. I'm interested in bondage, cbt, tease/denial, post orgasm torture, and anal play. I look forward to finding out more about Your interests and how I might serve you."

Angela Williams read the message from this random submissive male with amusement. She never ceased to be amazed at how the online 'wannabe' submissives thought they could approach a Dominant in such a cavalier manner. Still, she felt some sympathy for this desperate man, but more so for his poor wife, who was probably laying in bed wishing her husband would pay her some attention. She sent back a message:

"Dear sub. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can give you what you want. Online dominance is tricky, time consuming, and seldom satisfying. I am sympathetic to your plight, though. Please tell me more about your relationship with your wife, why you don't think she can satisfy what you're asking, what other things you've tried."

Hank read the reply with interest. He thought while it wasn't an acceptance of his invitation, it was at least an outlet to explore his fantasizing. He sent back a message explaining how he'd explored different things online, and how his sexual relationship with his wife had dwindled over the years and him being unable to rekindle it even after the kids were out of the house. He lamented how this was complicated by his wife starting a new job and wanting to go back to school.

Angela read the reply and thought, "Typical male, thinking his wife only exists to provide him sexual favors and doesn't need a life of her own." Something seemed familiar about this situation, though. The desires of the wife sounded a lot like those of a new employee she hired a few months ago. She decided to test out her hypothesis.

She sent a message back to the online sub, "Describe your wife for me."

Hank thought the request a little odd, but with the anonymity of online interaction, he couldn't see the harm. He described his wife's strawberry blonde hair and her thin, fit frame. He even included her recent weight loss and efforts to be more fit.

With the reply, Angela was almost certain this was husband of her new employee, Karen Thornton.

*********
Over the next few months, Angela continued to correspond with this online sub to test out her theory. She found out the sub's first name and where he worked (stupid man) along with other personal information that she matched with information either confirmed in Karen's personnel file or elicited from her in conversation. She also sensed that Karen my have other desires that matched her own. She developed a plan to help Karen and herself while teaching this poor excuse of a husband a lesson. The key part to move this plan into action lay in the advance she just made on Karen and the thumb drive she asked her to insert in her husband's computer.

 

[cybal]

hsub,

I think it is time you raise your wager int this game. You are still crawling around that house with that stately noble woman who won't treat you like the scum you are? Tonight you better find a way into her panties or I will never speak with you again! I will never entertain the idea of you dragging that filthy little tongue of yours up my shiny leather boots, inhaling my musky perfumes. You will never feel the slap of my hand and the scratch of my red nails running across your naked ass. You will never see my massive tits bounce as I squeeze your little dick into a cock ring.

You will go to her and do whatever is needed to make her cum. I will know if you are successful and I will know if you are not, but just in case put your laptop on your dresser, open and connect to me on Skype so I can watch your pathetic attempts at satisfying that wonderful creatures primal needs.

Your Superior,
Madam Angeltrix

 

[ShyMaleSub]

Hank read the message from Madam Angeltrix again and again. "How can she ask me to do that? Even if I could 'find a way into her panties' I don't know if it's possible to make her cum now. And she wants me to put it on Skype for her?" Still, the thought intrigued him. Maybe he could still arouse Karen. Concealing the computer in the bedroom..... Think more adventurously, Hank. Seduce her in den in sight of the computer. That would please Madam Angeltrix and give them something to chat about.

 

[KaseE]

Obedience

Karen could hardly think straight for the rest of the day. It actually helped make her usually tedious job a bit more challenging. She hurried home and started the dinner she had planned since grocery shopping the day before, pork chops with mushroom gravy over noodles.

She had made the same dish successfully at least a dozen times before. This time, however, the chops came out dry and she could not get the gravy to thicken properly. Very much out of character, her husband Hank did not complain. In fact, he said very little during dinner. She really did not mind, as she could only think about the arrangement she had made with Angela that morning and the first task she had received.

As she rinsed their plates and filled the dishwasher, Hank excused himself and retrieved his computer case from the back hall. She watched surreptitiously as he took it into the den and set up his laptop on the desk. Then, instead of getting right to work, he headed upstairs. Familiar with the creaks, squeaks, and other sounds of their home, she heard him walk across their bedroom, into their bathroom, and start running water in the sink, probably to brush his teeth after their disappointing meal.

Assuming she only had a minute, Karen pulled the small, black, thumb drive Angela had given her from her pocket. She went into the den and slipped it into a socket on the left side of Hank’s computer. Despite its diminutive side and dark color, she could not imagine how Hank would not see it there.

It did not matter. From her reading, Karen knew enough about the workings of BDSM to know that if she wanted the adventure Angela offered, she’d have to obey without question. Leaving the thumb drive in place, she returned to the kitchen and finished the dishes.

 

[cybal]

Still in the office at her desk she was waiting. She had gone out and had dinner and a few drinks and knew she would have a show of sorts. She waited with the software her tech friend had given her. The USB drive would install a backdoor and a few other useful tools that Hank would never notice. She had Skype open with a view of the living room in the Thornton residence. Once the software had all green lights, signifying complete successful install she smiled.

She rose and went to a small cabinet on the wall and opened it. Inside was a bottle of vodka. She poured herself a glass and returned to her desk. She was particularly aroused tonight. She took a long drink and put the glass down looking at the screen.. She ran her hands over her blouse massaging her breasts.

"Oh let's see if Hank can get it up and if I got Karen excited enough today to fuck her lame hubby?" she sighed as her hands ran down her pressed white blouse and across her flat black pleated skirt.

 

[ShyMaleSub]

Hank arrived home that evening to the aroma of his favorite dinner cooking, pork chops with mushroom gravy over noodles. Karen always did that meal so well. Maybe that could be his reason for becoming amorous with her as Madam Angeltrix wanted him to. He couldn't really think of a good way after he'd ignored her sexually for so long.

The dinner, though, was far less than he was accustomed from Karen. The chops were dry and the gravy was thin. Plus, they seemed to have less conversation than usual. Hank started to think he was going to disappoint Madam Angeltrix. He was determined to make a go of it, though.

After dinner he went to the den to get out his laptop and set it up. He positioned it on his desk with a view of the sofa. Fortunately, that wasn't to different from its normal position. He started Skype and left it open so only Madam Angeltrix could see him online. He minimized the window and turned down the speaker volume.

He went upstairs to change and freshen up. He decided against his usual sweat pants and ragged t-shirt, opting instead for a newer pair of lounge pants and a more form fitting athletic shirt. He hoped his beer belly wasn't stretching the shirt too much. He also went to brush his teeth, rinse with some mouth wash and splash on some cologne. With a deep breath to steel his resolve, he headed downstairs.

Karen was still cleaning up in the kitchen. He went up to her and offered a hug and a kiss on the cheek while thanking her for a great dinner. He could tell she was a little taken aback by his out of the norm gratitude. He made a vain attempt to help with the remaining cleanup and then asked her to come into the den so he could help her relax. "Let me give you a foot rub like I used to," he offered. He really hoped he could persuade her to accept that small offer and he could move it into something more.

 

[KaseE]

Confusion

“Now you’re just being kind,” Karen said flatly, tensing involuntarily as Hank hugged her from behind and planted a sweet kiss on her cheek to punctuate his compliment about dinner. “I overcooked the chops and you know it.”

He replied with a friendly squeeze before picking up the rinsed-out frying pan and trying to place it into the dishwasher rack. She chuckled despite her confusion at his unusual attempt at helpfulness.

“That’s okay,” she smiled as she relieved him of the pan and slid it between two rows of upright prongs where experience told her it always fit. “You never could get all the dishes in there right. You skedaddle back to the den and let me do this.”

“Alright, but only if you join me in there when you’re done,” Hank replied. “Let me give you a foot rub like I used to.”

She simply nodded, unsure of the motivation for his sudden attentiveness. She finished loading the dishwasher, placed a detergent pod in the little compartment, closed the door and started the cycle. She entered the den with some apprehension. He had suddenly become so kind to her. Perhaps he felt a need to compensate for something. She suddenly feared he had lost his job. She could not begin to imagine the any other reason for the sudden change in her husband’s behavior.

“Hank,” her voice wavered with anxiety as she sat down on the couch. “Whatever’s happened, I’m sure we can work things out.”

 

[cybal]

"OMG Karen" Angela sighed, disgusted with the weakness her new project. She took a drink and lit a cigarette continuing to watch the little drama play out.

"OK Hank, let's see you get into her pants" Angela said as if she were watching a soap opera like a housewife.

 

[ShyMaleSub]

Hank glanced over at his laptop, wondering if Madam Angeltrix was already watching. He was concerned that Karen would ignore his offer of a foot rub. After all, he hadn't done anything like that in ages. When she did come into the den, he breathed a bit easier, but the anxiety in her voice quickly tensed him again.

“Hank,” her voice wavered with anxiety as she sat down on the couch. “Whatever’s happened, I’m sure we can work things out."

What did she think is wrong? Did she suspect the reason behind his veiled kindness? What should he say?

"Come on, hon," he coaxed, "there's nothing we need to work out except maybe some inattention from me." Hank figured he could feign interest in her new job to get her onto the sofa with him. "Come on, let me give you that foot rub while you tell me how your new job is going."

 

[cybal]

"Not bad Hank" Angela said watching the drama unfold on her laptop.

"Now make him suck your toes, your legs and all the way up to you pussy Karen. Make that sub maggot pay for not treating you like the queen you are" Angela hissed into the screen. "Enjoy that limp dick tonight for tomorrow you service me." Her smile was brought and deviously beautiful in the darkened office as the cigarette smoke wafted in the light from the screen.

 

[KaseE]

Relief

“Come on,” Hank said with sufficient casualness that she no longer worried he faced some personal or professional crisis. “Let me give you that foot rub while you tell me how your new job is going.”

Relieved that his stated intent to make up for years of “inattention” seemed true, Karen relaxed. She slipped out of her shoes, turned to face him on the couch, and lifted her stockinged feet into his lap. She sighed.

“To tell you the truth, the job is so easy and tedious — it’s just basic data entry — I was actually considering quitting until today. Then Angela, that’s Ms. Williams, the owner... then she called me into her office and asked me to... um... participate in a special project that I think will be a lot more interesting.”

 

[cybal]

"Good Karen" Angela sighed as she slid her hand under her blouse and flicked her nipple. "Lure him into our trap my little slave." she purred leaning back in her chair and putting her glass down. She watched the screen wishing Karen was there to massage her feet. Her hands slid down her to her lap then down her inner thighs as her long legs spread. She licked her lips as she brought her stocking feet to the desk and cinched her skirt up. Her garters were black. Pointing one foot up into the air she sighed "suck my toes sweet Karen, like that little bitch of a husband tried last night," playing out a scene from the future.

 

[ShyMaleSub]

Hank was relieved Karen didn't question his motives too closely. As she turned and placed her feet in his lap, he took both in his hands and began to rub. The stockings felt nice and her feet warmed up quickly. He then started to focus on one, stroking the sole, rubbing the arch, massaging the ball of her foot with his fingers. Then he switched to the other. He tried to pay attention while Karen talked about her job.

“To tell you the truth, the job is so easy and tedious — it’s just basic data entry — I was actually considering quitting until today. Then Angela, that’s Ms. Williams, the owner... then she called me into her office and asked me to... um... participate in a special project that I think will be a*lot*more interesting.”

"Special project, huh," Hank mused. "What does she have in mind for you?"

Hank had forgotten what contact with Karen's feet could do for his arousal. He recalled that at times during sex he would try to rub her feet or rub them against himself or even try to get in a position to plant some kisses on them. It didn't seem to interest her much, but she didn't resist him. Now he wondered if she'd notice he was getting a little stiff with her feet in his lap and the intimate contact with his hands.

 

[KaseE]

Arousal

“To tell you the truth,” Karen said. “The job is so easy and tedious — it’s just basic data entry — I was actually considering quitting until today. Then Angela, that’s Ms. Williams, the owner... then she called me into her office and asked me to... um... participate in a special project that I think will be a lot more interesting.”

“Special project, huh?” Hank asked. “What does she have in mind for you?”

“I'm not entirely sure yet,” she replied honestly. She had enough of an idea, however, that she suddenly felt warm and wet under the confining crotch of her pantyhose. She hoped her voice did not betray her arousal. “As I understand it, I'll have to go through some training first.”

Despite herself, she giggled slightly at her private joke.

 

[ShyMaleSub]

“As I understand it, I'll have to go through some training first,” said Karen with a slight giggle.

Hank wondered about the amusement in Karen's voice but didn't spend too long thinking about it. The stiffness in his cock was growing and he wanted to do something about it. As he continued to massage one foot, he moved his other hand along Karen's lower leg, massaging her calf muscle. He looked at her eyes to gauge her reaction, and said, "You know, I've always thought you have great legs." With that we moved his hand to behind her knee. As he shifted in the seat to do so, Karen's foot bumped against his stiff member, sending a charge through his body.

 

[cybal]

Angela watched the happy couple on the couch, knowing the truth of the situation and disgusted with the lies. She took out her phone and selected Karen's contact for a text.

Mrs Thornton, I think it is time you make that toe licker, licks some toes. A.

Karen should have realized that the USB stick could have been anything and obviously gave Angela control of the computer and they were being watched.

 

[KaseE]

"You know," Hank said as he moved his hand to behind her knee. "I've always thought you have great legs."

As he shifted in the seat to be able to massage higher, Karen's foot bumped against his stiff member.

"Oh!" Karen chuckled. "Now I see why you're being so nice to me.... And I'm fine with that. Let's get all this nylon out of the way."

She lifted her hips, hiked up her skirt, and started to push down her pantyhose when a muffled chime from the other room signaled she'd received a text from someone. It didn't occur to her it might be Angela.

"Whoever that is can wait," she told Hank. He had not paid such intimate attention to her in years, and she did not want to spoil the moment.

 

[ShyMaleSub]

As he shifted in the seat to be able to massage higher, Karen's foot bumped against his stiff member.

"Oh!" Karen chuckled. "Now I see why you're being so nice to me.... And I'm fine with that. Let's get all this nylon out of the way."

She lifted her hips, hiked up her skirt, and started to push down her pantyhose...

Hank could hardly believe he was getting so close so easily. He also felt a desire to bring his submissive nature forward, especially since he knew Madam Angeltrix was probably watching. So, he decided to make a move that likely seemed counterintuitive to Karen.

Still holding Karen's foot and leg in his hands, he said, "Hold on a second, Babe," and he lifted her foot to his lips and began to kiss, first along the top of her foot, then along her toes and over to the side in the arch of what he was now considering her very lovely foot. The nylon only enhanced the experience as he also continued to massage her lower leg as he worshipped her foot.

A muffled chime from the other room signaled Karen had received a text from someone.

"Whoever that is can wait," she told Hank.

Hank was glad she did not seem to want to spoil the moment.