Having just gotten back into Amanda's good graces after showing disrespect by being late several days earlier, Rand listened intently to Amanda. He was content to be sitting comfortably for a change, not wanting feel her wrath once again, knowing she was in charge. Until Rand's wife Sharie decided to shake up her husband's workplace, Amanda was just Rand's dutiful but highly efficient assistant. Actually, she was always more than that. She served as his right-hand man whom he always consulted before making important business decisions. Never abusing his position of authority, he always treated her respectfully to the point where his focus was solely on her premium work skills and not her young, nubile assets that other men seemed to take notice of. She and Rand had a strictly professional relationship, which he was quite happy with.

However, on her many visits to his office, Sharie noticed not only her highly adept skills at being a sharp assistant to her husband, but what lay beneath. She had a confident air which cried for attention and a take-charge attitude not being used. Sharie knew Rand was already a sharp businessman but looked for a way to improve that. So Sharie switched things around.

A loving and devoted couple, Sharie and Rand kept a pleasant secret. Unlike the boss figure he possessed at work. In their home, Sharie called the shots completely. He called her "Mistress" and was expected to perform whatever tasks she wanted, when she wanted, and precisely how she wanted. He was her devoted slave who got punished at will for minor indiscretions. He loved giving up all control to the woman he put in charge of his life. Sharie was consistent with Rand and he loved her treatment of him. She made sure to compliment him if he committed no errors and pleased her greatly. But this did not mean Rand would not get a sore ass if Sharie merely felt like spanking him. She often did. Rand secretly loved that part of the relationship. Theirs was a strong bond.

Knowing Rand thrived when being made to focus, Sharie could not help but notice how attentive he was to Amanda and how much he valued her opinions and respected her. It was also obvious he depended on her and came to lean on her when he needed to. Sharie felt that with a push, Amanda could take a more active role in making her husband focus better.

Although surprised at first, Sharie was able to convince Amanda to accept a large raise from Rand and become his dominant Office Mistress with full authority to do whatever she wished with him. This included frequent naked spankings of him, just like the ones Sharie used on him. Amanda had always admired the way Rand never objectified her and treated her as an equal. He always prized her input. Although unsure at first if she could dominate the man who she answered to, she thrived in her new role and proved Sharie right once more as Rand quickly and willingly fell under her spell until he felt like the luckiest man in the world now that he had two Mistresses.

Presently, Amanda and Rand were in the middle of an intense meeting with a new and powerful client they desperately wanted to have on board with their company. Now in charge, Amanda decided to set the meeting in the power office which was once his but which she now used exclusively. The excuse was that Rand, still the titular head of the rest of the employees, wanted to work in the bullpen to be closer to his workers while Amanda handled delicate items in secret.

During this important meeting, Rand mostly listened but was perplexed. Amanda was very explicit. She made it clear that only two chairs were to be set up. Amanda knew how to use every detail to her advantage. Since he was not given a chair to sit in, Rand was left standing between the two women. He was then forced to cater to their personal needs as Amanda took the lead. He dared not say anything lest his former assistant were to put him over her knee and turn his bottom a deep red hue, as she now did without hesitation. Spanking him for perceived slights was one thing. Spanking him because she just felt like it was a stamp of her dominance over him. It was a lesson she learned well from Sharie.

While assessing the client's reaction to their proposal, he could not help noticing, from his unique vantage point, the way her short pencil skirt rode up as she crossed her succulent, well-proportioned legs, held tightly by her sheer nude stockings that clung elegantly to her slightly tanned skin. He surreptitiously wiped a spat of drool sneaking down his cheek as he gazed at her. It's a good thing Amanda was leading the meeting since Rand was so distracted by the older woman's lovely appearance that he lost the thread of the conversation. He was therefore startled when Amanda addressed him directly.

Their client took notice of Rand's surprise and the way he jumped at her voice. He almost stumbled as he hurried to turn around to look at her. The client could not help noticing how Rand had been checking her out just moments before. This small interaction told her a lot, and she filed it away in her mind.

From the start of the meeting, she was distracted by the odd seating arrangement of her sitting across from Amanda while Rand stood between them. This intrigued her greatly. After all, the name of the company still held a male-sounding name, which she took to mean that Rand was in charge, but ever since the meeting started, Amanda had been laying out the information with Rand taking second place. He was also standing the whole time. She realized soon enough that Amanda was in charge and liked the attitude of this strong, young woman in control of the older male.

She wondered about the man anxiously waiting by Amanda's side with his hands down while beads of sweat appeared on his brow. Surely he had been engaged at many such meetings before. Why was he so nervous? Was this the same man she spoke to on the telephone? She was surprised when this man did not immediately inject himself forcefully into the conversation. Instead, he was waiting for a sign. Amanda, on the other hand, seemed in no hurry to alleviate his tension. She was rather enjoying his obvious discomfort. She practically ignored him the whole time. This was something the client took notice of until Amanda addressed him directly.

"Rand, you must be tired of standing."

"I am..."

She cut him off abruptly and held her finger to her lips.

"You must get off your feet. It is not good for you. Since my office used to be yours, you are quite aware of the contours of this office. So let's get you off your feet. At least for now."

He started to get the expensive and second most comfortable chair from the outer bullpen when he was stopped by her soft voice. It sounded like a simple question, but he knew better.

"Rand, where are you going?"

"To get a chair from the bullpen..."

"Oh. no. That is not what I meant. I had something else in mind."

Rand stood perplexed. Had he screwed up? Before he could apologize, Amanda finished his thought.

"It's not your fault. I was not clear. I hate that. Of course, you will have to answer for my negligence."

"Certainly, as you know, I accept..."

Again, she cut him off before he could utter another syllable. She did not want him to reveal that the way they handled Amanda's rare errors in judgment was for her to spank him naked over her knee. She would only spank him with her hand on these occasions, as she felt it helped get her frustrations out better. This was a tactic Sharie used masterfully. Amanda favored this reasoning and used it often. Rand was so accustomed to it that it felt natural and right. This reveal would happen soon but not yet. Amanda had it all calculated for maximum effect.

"You won't need a chair. This is what I had in mind. Please do me a favor. Crawl under the desk and remove my shoes. I want you to massage my feet as Miss Showalter and I speak to each other, woman to woman. I need relief."

Amanda was now his Mistress in every sense of the word and had been for the last few weeks. So, following Amanda's orders was not strange to him anymore but he seemed confused since they had never enacted their new roles in front of a stranger before. Nevertheless, Rand did not hesitate at all as he knelt and took her right foot in his hand.

"WAIT!"

He stopped.

"Please ask Miss Showalter's permission. Also, while we are here, do not address me with my proper title as you would when we are alone. It is still business hours. Since Miss Showalter may be staying a bit later with us, you may get a chance to use it then. If she does stay, she will learn a great deal about the inner workings of our business. This may be something, Miss Showalter, that may pique your curiosity."

Looking at their potential client, her mouth formed a wicked smile. Conversely, Rand's face conveyed a worried look as he wrinkled his brow. He thought it was odd that a client would be staying late since he figured it would not take long to conclude their business. What was Amanda up to? What with ordering him to obey her which revealed his subordinate position and now commanding her to ask permission of another woman, he stood perplexed. However, his submissiveness won out. He rose and walked over to the stranger.

"Miss Showalter, may I massage Mi--, er..."

"First name is best." Amanda helpfully eased him out of his confusion.

"Miss Showalter, may I massage Amanda's feet while you sit across from her?"

Hoping she would simply grant Rand’s request, he was astonished when she instead looked to Amanda for guidance. Was Amanda ruling everyone in this meeting already?

Amanda casually waved her hand at her.

“Yes, Sir. You may.”

Rand was puzzled again. Mistress Amanda made him ask permission of a superior female and she addressed him as “Sir.”

It made him think back to just weeks ago. After all, this was how Amanda used to speak to him as his assistant. But not anymore. In her new capacity as Mistress, Amanda held power over him. He was expected to obey her orders and follow them to the letter when they were alone or else face a punishment for disobeying. Without a word, he sank to his knees and crawled to Mistress Amanda's feet. He began kissing the feet of his Office Mistress, even while a client was there. It seems his degradation was expanding.

Even though he did not want to give Amanda a reason to punish him, it was clear she did not need one. Amanda frequently demonstrated she would remind him of his lowly male status by spanking him over her delectable knee, even when he did things right and when she made a rare error as she had earlier. Now, he would leave with an already tenderized ass before he invariably faced more spankings from Sharie when he got home

While enjoying the attentions of a second Mistress may have been more physically painful, Rand was excited by the situation. He often thought of how Sharie, his long-time wife and overall Mistress, had foreseen the benefits he would receive when she demanded he get dominated at work by his pretty young assistant. In doing so, Sharie got a bonus when Amanda asked to become her submissive while still acting as Mistress to her husband. it was a win-win. Sharie got an extra person to dominate, and Rand was now serving both of them.

Amanda's brilliance at reading people was what caught Sharie's attention. She was not surprised at all with Amanda's latent skill at being Rand's Mistress. It was what he needed. A good ass whipping while away from home would keep him focused.

He was regarded by most as the sharpest and most respected executive in his field. Little did his competitors know that beneath his forthright attention to detail and killer instinct was a perpetually sore ass which got that way from two gorgeous women who ruled his private life.

As his Office Mistress, Amanda stepped up her game and always seemed to be several steps ahead of Rand. According to the way Sharie set up their new roles, Amanda was to take full control of her former boss when they were alone. But when others were around, especially potential clients, he was to be seen as being in charge, with Amanda providing invaluable input when needed. So when this all-important opportunity to grow their business arrived, he was expecting their new roles to remain secret as they always were whenever anyone besides himself, Sharie, and Amanda were in the room. His confusion about the way Amanda brazenly paraded her superiority during this meeting, therefore, convinced him she was just out to humiliate him. He followed her every order but inwardly smiled, thinking she overstepped her authority and would face punishment from her own Mistress later.

Naturally, this is not what was happening at all. Since taking over, Amanda's organization and planning generally exceeded her own past standards and even Rand's. This was one of those times.

While Amanda had no qualms about humiliating him, she was a businessperson first. Through prior research, Amanda knew Miss Showalter was an ardent feminist. Amanda, knowing she could exploit this, wanted to impress her by showing how easily she could take charge of a male. Therefore, her treatment of Rand during this meeting was calculated and an important detail in how they were going to win this account.

As she casually watched Rand obediently pay lavish attention to licking her feet, she was doing more than reminding her former boss who was in charge. She was tilting the meeting in the company's favor.

In no time at all, she knew Miss Showalter would ache to have the subservient male attend to her needs as well and come back to their business for more. Amanda, still respecting Rand for his business acumen, also knew that later, when Rand realized what the deciding factor in them landing the expensive account truly was, he would do much more than worship Amanda's feet to show his gratitude. More importantly, Sharie would know and reward Amanda for her initiative.

Amanda took notice as Miss Showalter gaped open-mouthed at the goings-on before her. Amanda allowed a sly smile to crease her face. Incredibly, she had taken the biggest risk of her career and won. She watched as the formidable Miss Showalter crumbled in front of her. Not only would the account be won for their company, but Miss Showalter would give them her business on practically any terms dictated. She would succumb to Amanda now that the roles were reversed. When she came in, it was Miss Showalter's reputation as a successful woman and known man-eater that preceded her, but not anymore. Amanda's ease of reducing who she believed was the boss of the company to a sniveling, foot-licking subordinate in front of her eyes impressed her to the point where Amanda's stock rose precipitously in her eyes.

All it took now was for Amanda to close the deal. With Rand still massaging her feet, Amanda grabbed a tuft of his hair and pulled his face up. With her tongue, she seductively licked her lips. She lifted her right foot and forcefully placed it onto his face with her heel on his bottom lip and toes on his forehead. He held her foot and licked lasciviously. Without realizing it, he had totally forgotten where he was or that a stranger was sitting five feet from him, observing his total degradation as a slave to a younger woman. She had entranced him totally. Amanda looked over to her prospective client. She too was transfixed.

"Miss Showalter, we can conclude our business while it is still working hours. I know you have a very busy schedule, but I hope you will accept my invitation to stay on here after hours. We can celebrate the clinching of our deal. What do you say?"

"Well, y-yes. I c-could do th-that."

Miss Showalter's words were getting shaky as she uncharacteristically found it difficult to express herself. A situation she hardly ever found herself in. She could not believe what this young woman had done to her. The more she thought about Amanda, the more amazed she was at the ease with which she commanded a room. Miss Showalter knew then she must link herself to this company at once. If for no other reason than to be around this young lady to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve.

Amanda coolly adjusted the papers before her, shuffling them until they were in the proper order. Clearing her throat, Amanda spoke gently but retained her businesslike air.

"Wonderful. Let's sign the agreement and make it official. Rand, you may release my foot and help Miss Showalter off with her shoes."

"Oh no, that is not necessary for him to..."

"Miss Showalter!"

Amanda's tone was sharper than it had been throughout the meeting. It had the desired effect as Miss Showalter snapped to attention. It was complete. Amanda took total control of everyone in the room. Amanda was now in charge. If she wanted she could command Miss Showalter at will. But that is not what they came for. Even Miss Showalter felt it. Immediately, Amanda continued in her softer voice.

"I realize this may seem unorthodox to you and I am sorry for the casual air but Rand adores making people comfortable. He doesn't mind. We are a team and we both just want to make you feel at home. Unless you don't want to of course. Perhaps I should have asked you."

"Oh no, Ma'am...er Amanda, that is not necessary. I... I mean... It's fine, I would love to have my foot rubbed. But let me remove my own shoes on my own."

Nothing got by Amanda anymore. She smiled as she caught Miss Showalter starting to call her "Ma'am." Yes, she had her in the palm of her hand. Instead of pointing that out, she laughed contentedly.

"Of course. Anything for our number one client."

Amanda looked at Rand, who had not moved and was still holding the foot of his new Mistress. She was not happy. Suddenly her whole expression changed, and her mood darkened until she was satisfied she had his full attention. Holding up her finger, she indicated he should not speak. Remarkably, she regained her serenity at once and spoke in a sweet, syrupy voice.

"Rand, didn't I tell you to release my foot earlier?"

He nodded.

"I feel a reminder might be in order. I hope Sharie isn't expecting you home early tonight. We will need to take care of that later. And you know what that means."

He nodded as Amanda continued her stern admonishments in an incongruously sweet voice.

"Oh, I have brought in several new hangers in my office. You may use them to hang up your suit after Miss Showalter leaves."

Rand hung his head but did not respond.

Amanda turned to her new business associate as the two women shared an exasperated look.

Miss Showalter giggled. She also knew what it meant and was quite impressed that Amanda controlled him to that extent.

Amanda held the agreement papers in her hand and walked over to Miss Showalter. Amanda turned to her new partner and decided she needed a wake-up call. Sweetly smiling, she pointed to the floor beneath Miss Showalter's feet.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Looking bewildered, Miss Showalter merely shrugged her shoulders.

"Your shoes. You forgot to remove your shoes."

Without a word, Miss Showalter flicked off her shoes and peered up at Amanda expectantly as if waiting for approval. Amanda's slight nod took care of her anxiety.

Leaning over Miss Showalter, Amanda's perfume hung in the air, intoxicating Miss Showalter as she began thinking of what pleasures this young, nubile woman could bring her in the future as they met after hours to discuss their joint business ventures. But that was later. She had not even signed the deal yet.

Amanda's words snapped her back to the task at hand. This is where Amanda's true business mind seized the opportunity before her as she sensed Miss Showalter's vulnerability.

"I reduced the amount you would receive. It is lower than what we discussed. But I would not worry. I feel that if you double your order, you can get almost as much for your money."

"S-sure. No problem. W-whatever you s-say, Amanda."

"Whatever?"

"Well, almost," she said sheepishly.

Miss Showalter was an experienced businesswoman and would have balked at this last-minute change favoring Amanda and Rand's company normally. This time, she did not. She just nodded and signed away. Rand noticed this too. And looked over at Amanda. His admiration for her knew no bounds.

After checking the signatures, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Showalter looked at Rand and nodded to the space in front of her. As he dropped to his knees, she shoved her stockinged feet onto his face. After five minutes of foot worship, she sat up.

"Rand."

Ignoring the man kneeling before her, she turned to Amanda. Miss Showalter was now fully aware of who was in charge.

"Do you mind if I call him Rand?"

"Not at all. Have at it. I want you to be as comfortable with us as I am with him. Isn't that right, Rand?"

Rand nodded.

"You may now speak, but remember, we are now after hours. So address me correctly."

"Yes, A,.. .er, Mistress Amanda."

"Very good. By the way. You will still address our guest as Miss Showalter."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Miss Showalter, for letting me bring you pleasure by kissing your feet."

"You're welcome, Rand. Is kissing the only thing?"

"And licking your feet."

"I believe Miss Showalter started to ask you something."

"Yes, Rand. Which do you like better, attending to my stockinged feet or bare feet?"

"Bare feet, Miss Showalter. Mistress Amanda knows that."

"That is true."

"Good. I prefer that too."

With that, Miss Showalter stood up and dropped her gray pencil skirt to the floor, revealing a frilly pair of green satin panties transparent about her snatch. Slowly peeling her stockings off her legs, she made sure to take her sweet time as Rand stood by. Amanda could see she adored teasing men. Their new client started with her right foot, then the left. She watched his face intently as she did. When both were off, she unnecessarily "adjusted" her panties and "accidentally" allowed strands of her pussy hair to remain exposed to him briefly before quickly snapping them back on. She rolled up her stockings and jammed them under his nose. She then slipped them into his suit pocket before laying back and allowing him to resume his foot duties. She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes.

"You may keep them as a souvenir."

"Thank you, Miss Showalter."

"But only if you promise to show them to your wife. I would not want her to get the wrong idea if she happens to stumble upon them."

"I promise, Miss Showalter."

"Amanda, this is the damnedest business meeting I ever had. I loved it. I didn't even mind the last-minute changes you inserted into the agreement. I know they favored you over me, but you intrigue me, so I will let it go. You will go far young lady. Am I to understand you have only been in charge for just a few weeks?"

Amanda nodded. She had just acquired a sudden sense of humility as Miss Showalter was regaining some of her own composure.

"Amazing. Rand, you are a lucky man."

"Yes, Miss Showalter, I know."

Miss Showalter drank in the effect Rand's lovely hands were having on her and nearly orgasmed right then when he began using his tongue on her toes, managing to tickle her with his tip. She marveled at the man's obvious skill at foot worship and wondered how talented he was at pleasing ladies in other ways. She felt she acted too abruptly, giving Rand her panties. Incredibly, she felt an aching between her legs. She wished she had waited so Rand could have damp panties in his pocket instead of relatively dry ones. Oh well, maybe next time. She knew she would be returning.

As she opened her eyes, taking a break from her reverie, she looked concerned.

"You know, Rand. You have a nice new suit on. It looks smashing on you. I would hate to see it get all dirty from you dragging yourself on the floor. Since Amanda will have you disrobe and hang up your suit after I leave while she reminds you of your inattentiveness when she colors your ass, maybe it would be better if you stripped completely now and hung up your suit to keep it from getting any dirtier. Then you may come back here and finish worshipping my feet while you are totally nude. I know I would like to see you like that. After all, I have just added some major business capital to your company. What do you think, Amanda?"

"Yes. That is a grand idea. Rand, get naked!"

MISS SHOWALTER WILL RETURN