In the heart of my corporate empire, the symphony of labor echoes outside as workers toil relentlessly. I summon my secretary, Maya, who enters oblivious to the fate awaiting her. My office, a fortress of solitude, remains inaccessible to all—but today, I make an exception for my own amusement. Seated comfortably at my desk, I instruct Maya to remove the crimson cloth draped before me, dismissing formalities. She complies hesitantly, inquiring about her vanished colleague, Tappy. With a sly grin, I assure her she’ll see him soon, hinting he’s undergoing “training.” As she bends to lift the cloth, her gasp reveals Tappy sprawled beneath my desk, my shoes resting triumphantly on his face. I explain, with glee, that he’s become the perfect doormat—today, for both of us. I command him to don my shoes, then rise to approach Maya. I suggest she seize the moment to exact revenge for his past arrogance. Enthusiastically, she embraces the roleplay of dominance and humiliation. Seated atop the desk, we revel as he grovels, cleaning our shoes and enduring our taunts. Maya’s initial shock fades, replaced by exhilaration and retribution. We escalate the torment—forcing him to scrub our shoes, smearing them across his body, and finally removing them to press our bare, sweat-kissed feet onto his wretched face. Sizes 40 and 41 leave him utterly humbled. Thus concludes the inaugural chapter of the Femdom Academy saga.
