The Secretary CH. 2

My lungs burned so badly, and my body began to twitch uncontrollably as her nasty sweat began replacing the air that my blood was carrying through me. Every inch of my body, inside and out, was burning in agonizing pain as I waited for the sweet release of death. Instinctively, I breathed out, and the remaining sweat in my lungs left my body. Unfortunately, once my lungs were empty, they began to expand and refill again, forcing me to suffer through the pain of drowning yet again, without the luxury of death to follow. 

I wasn’t sure how it was even possible, but it was becoming very quickly apparent that I couldn’t die. At least not by drowning. I don’t know how she was able to stand the feeling of so much sweat accumulating in her shoe, but I found myself left in this situation for over an hour. The entire time she sat there, motionless, I was being forced to breath in her hot, slimy sweat. Every single breath was an agony that I simply could not grow used to. The entire time I found myself crying and pleading for death. A wish that fell upon deaf ears. 

By the time she finally got up and started moving around again, there had been so much sweat that had accumulated in her shoe, that even as she moved about my mouth barely broke free of the sweat. When her foot started to slide out of her shoe and drag me along with it, I couldn’t be happier. I didn’t have a clue what might be coming next, but anything beat the never-ending drowning that I had just spent so much time facing. 

Her foot just hovered above the floor for a moment, holding me in place with her toes. I was able to turn my head just enough to see the floor below me. I watched as she picked up her shoe and could hear her dumping it out into what I could only assume to be the toilet. A second later her shoe came back into view on the floor beneath me and her foot began its descent back down to the floor. 

Yet again I found myself trapped inside her shoe, pinned down by her toes. The whole time I was out, she hadn’t even acknowledged me once. Had she forgotten about me already, or did she simply not care? Either way, it didn’t matter at the moment. As long as she had her shoe on, I had no chance of going anywhere. For the time being, I was stuck with her toes and the pain that came along with being trapped under them, being trampled mercilessly as Megan simply went about her day. 

I can’t lie. As terrible as it was to be back in my position in her shoe, I was at least thankful that she had finally gotten around to emptying the sweat out. The stench it left behind was absolutely God awful, but it was still better than the intense pain of drowning over and over again. However, all good things come to an end, and in this case, that began to happen rather quickly, as it didn’t take long for the sweat to once again begin to accumulate. 

The process I went through was very similar to the first time this had happened, where I drank as much as I possibly could before yet again having to give in to the fact that I simply couldn’t hold enough to stop what would happen next. Again I found myself in an endless torment of drowning under her foot, wishing for death the entire time. I tried to think of anything I could to distract myself from the excruciating pain shooting throughout the entirety of my body, but it’s hard to think of anything when every single cell in your body is screaming out in agony. 

Again, there was a trip to the bathroom to drain her shoes. As her foot entered back into her shoe yet again without ever acknowledging the torment she was forcing me to endure, I found myself begging for death even more than before. I didn’t want to have to keep going through this back and forth of breathing and drowning. I just wanted to get as far away from her feet as possible and never get anywhere near them ever again! 

As she began walking around again, I found myself heavily cursing my fate. It wasn’t until I heard the roar of an engine, and felt the vibrations coming up through the floor, that I realized that her day had ended. She was on her way home. Or at least, I was seriously hoping so. I didn’t want to spend a second longer in this shoe than I had to. 

When she got out of the car, she removed her flats, dumped the sweat out of them, then proceeded to walk into her home barefoot. I could hear the door shut behind her as she got in the house, as well as the sound of her flats smacking the floor as she carelessly dropped them next to the door. She walked into the kitchen, sat down, and propped her feet up on the table. 

“How’d you enjoy the day at my feet?” She asked with a chuckle. 

So, she hadn’t forgotten I was there, she just didn’t care. Which, honestly, with the way I was trapped in her toes, I feel like it’d be pretty hard not to notice me. As she rested her feet on the table, she began to wiggle her toes, giving me the opportunity to free myself from them, which sent me dropping down to the table, landing painfully on my back. I picked myself up and stepped to the side of her feet so that I could see her face. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” I screamed at her, unable to contain the rage built up within me because of what she had just done to me. “What the fuck have you done to me!?” 

She started laughing hysterically. 

“I take it from your reaction that you’ve already found out somehow that you can’t die!” She said gleefully. “I will say, with how much sweat ended up filling my flats today, I wouldn’t be surprised if you got stuck breathing it all in.” 

She giggled again, angering me even more. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” I said again. “Do you have any idea how torturous it is to drown over and over again for hours on end!? On top of that, it wasn’t even water, but your nasty, acrid foot sweat! That was the most agonizing thing I’ve ever been through! Like seriously, who the fuck does that!? There’s something seriously wrong with you! You are severely fucked in the head! You psychotic bitch!” 

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I knew I was in no place to be talking to her in such a manner, but I was just so overfilled with rage that no matter how hard I tried to hold myself back, I just couldn’t contain myself. No one should ever have to suffer what I had just been forced to endure. And while I knew that I shouldn’t have been saying the things that I was, at the end of the day, I wasn’t wrong. 

“Wow!” She said. “You’re more ballsy than I ever grave you credit for. Either that, or way stupider than I ever thought possible. Like, really? Do you really think it’s very smart to be talking to a literal giant!? You just saw how easily it is for me to make your life a living Hell, and you’re seriously going to sit here and risk angering me? How fuckin stupid are you? Too stupid for your own good to be honest with you. 

“Something you should understand, that may help make this transition a little easier for you, is the fact that I genuinely can’t stand you. It’s nothing personal, really, it’s not. I don’t know what it is. You’ve always been more than nice to me, even when you felt the need to discipline me for my rude behavior. But for some reason, from the second I met you, I just couldn’t fuckin stand you. Like, at all. I know everyone else who works for you adores you, but to me, you were always the one person I couldn’t stand to be around. 

“From the day I met you, I knew this was our destiny. I knew I had to make you mine. It’s honestly the only reason I even accepted the job. It was just a means to get closer to you so that I could get this opportunity. I would have done it sooner, but I wanted to take as much time as I could to learn enough to not just steal you, but also to steal your life and everything that you worked so hard for that should rightfully be mine, simply because I want it.  

“One way or another, I always get what I want. Like your servitude. You can try and fight me as much as you want. But one day, I will break you, and your mind will belong to me completely. An obedient little slave to take care of my every silly whim. I know it sounds horrible now, but don’t worry, over time you’ll learn to love it. Honestly, the best thing you could possibly do right now is give up. Obey me. Life will be so much simpler for you if you do.  

“In fact, as you well know, my feet are absolutely covered in sweat. I can’t say drenched anymore, cuz at this point most of it has dried up. But the point is, dry or not, it’s still there, and my feet absolutely reek because of it. Like, I smell them all the way up here, and it’s absolutely disgusting me. So, how about you show that you’ve given up and come give your knew goddess a nice long tongue bath. You already know first-hand that my feet could use some serious cleaning. So how about you show your worth and get to it!” 

Oh no, I thought, absolutely not. I had already dealt with enough of her sweat in my mouth to last me a lifetime. There was absolutely no way that was going to happen. 

I turned around and gave her the middle finger in defiance. There was no way I was going to willingly give this demented woman my life and my servitude. Eventually she would have to realize that no matter what she put me through, I would never succumb to her fucked up whims. She might get the joy of tormenting me, but she’ll never have the joy of breaking me, of gaining control of me. 

“Aw,” she said, “how cute! You actually seem to think that you stand some sort of chance here somehow. You really are the dumbest man I’ve ever met! Like, even with all the cards stacked insanely against you, you still think that you’re going to accomplish something by trying to fight with me. You really are pathetic, you know that? Ok then, you don’t want to listen, maybe this will change your mind.” 

She reached over and swiped me up off the table effortlessly. 

“Hey!” I yelled. “what are you doing!? Put me down!” 

“Are you serious right now? What makes you think you’re in any position to bark orders at me!?” 

She pinched me between her thumb and forefinger and held me up in front of her face. 

“I don’t even need my whole hand to man handle you!” She exclaimed. “What chance do you have?” 

Next thing I knew, her hand was flying towards her chest. She plunged me deep into her cleavage, where her fingers released me and slipped away, leaving me in the depths of her tits. She shifted herself quickly, which forced me into a position under one of her boobs. Once I was trapped and unable to move, she continued on with whatever she was doing. 

It was extremely hot and sweaty under her boob, but thankfully I was only forced to stay there for a minute while she did whatever it was that she needed her hands free to do. Once she had finished, she fished me right back out of her bra. 

“Consider that my goodbye gift to you,” she said nonchalantly. 

She released me from her grip again and I dropped with a splash. I was submerged from the drop and opened my eyes as I started swimming up. The second I tried to open my eyes I was met with an intense burning sensation. Whatever it was she dropped me into was definitely not water. As I broke the surface and opened my mouth to gasp for air, some of the liquid splashed into my mouth before I was able to rub it out of my eyes. I could instantly tell by the taste that she had dropped me into a glass of wine. A few seconds later, after I was able to wipe my eyes clear, I was able to visually confirm what I had already known. 

She pulled out her phone, leaned over her counter, raised the glass up higher, and took a selfie of us together. 

“I figured if we had to say goodbye, I might as well get one last picture of us together to remember you by.” 

“What are you talking about!?” I cried out “What are you going to do to me?” 

“Well, isn’t it obvious? I’m going to drink you down with my glass of wine here. I really wish we could have continued our goddess and slave relationship, but since you clearly have no desire to worship me as the goddess I am, you leave me no choice but to get rid of you. As you already know, you can’t die. I’m also not just going to set you free and take any risk of you ruining all my plans of taking over your life, so there’s only one thing left to do. Get rid of you! 

Don’t worry though, I won’t flush you away. No. There’s too much risk that one day, somehow, you may get free and find yourself in a position to expose me. Instead, I’m just going to shit you out into a coffee can and bury you in my back yard. You don’t want the luxury of being able to enjoy my feet every day, then you can spend the rest of eternity buried in my shit. Anyways, what am I doing here talking to my snack?” 

She giggled at her comment. 

“bottoms up!” She said with a smile.