It’s late in the evening as you sit in your office, pouring over quarterly reports. The rest of the staff left hours ago, eager to get home to their families. But not Xiong Yi, your diligent Chinese secretary. She’s still at her desk, the clacking of her keyboard echoing through the empty halls. You smile to yourself, remembering how fortunate you felt to have hired such a hard-working assistant, fresh out of university. Her attention to detail and tireless work ethic have already proven invaluable these past few months.

A soft knock at the door interrupts your musings. “Sir, do you have a moment?” Xiong Yi asks, poking her head in. “I have some important matters to discuss with you.” As she enters, shutting the door behind her, a strange, alluring scent seems to permeate the room. Floral, with musky undertones you can’t quite place. This isn’t the first time you’ve noticed this aroma, in fact you often find yourself detecting it in the background as you work. You shake your head, trying to clear the haze that seems to descend on your thoughts. “Of course Xiong Yi, what can I do for you?” you ask, gesturing for her to take a seat. But she remains standing, her dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes you shift in your chair.

“I think it’s time we…renegotiate the terms of my employment,” she says, her voice low and commanding. “Kneel!” Your eyes widen at the audacity of her demand. Who does this girl think she is? You open your mouth to reprimand her for her insolence, but the words die in your throat as your body, seemingly of its own accord, slides out of your chair and down to the floor on your knees before her. Confusion and outrage war within you, but you find yourself unable to stand, unable to resist her order. Xiong Yi smirks down at you, a wicked gleam in her eye. “That’s better. You’re already fallen under the influence of my spell, haven’t you?” She lifts one foot, still clad in her glossy black pumps, and places the pointed toe beneath your chin, forcing your head up to meet her gaze.

“W-what are you doing?” you stammer, trying to pull away. But your muscles won’t obey, leaving you frozen in place as she slowly, deliberately kicks off first one shoe, then the other. The heady scent that first caught your attention when she entered now dominates your senses, and you realise that it has always been emanating from her feet.

“Accepting my rightful place as your superior,” Xiong Yi says with a smirk, flexing her toes mere inches from your face. “And putting you in yours… Beneath my feet!” She extends one bare foot towards you, dragging her sole along your cheek. The smooth skin feeling weirdly pleasant against your skin, setting every nerve alight. You know this is wrong, that you should be recoiling in disgust. But as she presses her foot more insistently to your face, you find your resistance crumbling, replaced by a desperate, all-consuming need to do something that should disgust you… A need to kiss and lick and worship.

Almost involuntarily, you part your lips, your tongue sneaking out to touch at her arch. Xiong Yi sighs in satisfaction, grinding her foot against your mouth. “That’s it, surrender to your desires. No one can resist the charms of my Asian feet!” As you begin to suck her toes, your hands sliding up her calves to grasp her ankles, she continues, “As for my new terms of employment – I’ll be taking over as Director of Operations. And you will of course be providing me with a substantial raise. Let’s say… triple my current salary?”

Lost in the haze of submission and foot worship, you can only nod eagerly, mumbling your assent against her sole. The rational part of your brain screams that this is absurd, that you can’t just hand over control of your company to your secretary on a whim. But that voice is quickly drowned out by the pulsing need in your cock, the desperate desire to please these Asian feet. Xiong Yi grinds her foot harder against your mouth, her toes slipping past your lips to press against your tongue. “And of course, your most important duty will be seeing to my every need and whim. Massaging my feet after a long day. Kissing my soles each morning when I arrive. Serving as my footstool during meetings. Doesn’t that sound perfect?”

As she lists off the degrading acts she has planned for you, you feel a familiar pressure down below. Even without being touched, your cock starts to twitch more and more. Until finally, with a strangled groan, muffled by the foot stuffed in your mouth, you erupt in your pants, your cock pulsing as you coat your expensive suit trousers with your cum. Xiong Yi laughs at your hands-free orgasm, a cruel, mocking sound as she pulls her foot away, leaving you panting and spent, still kneeling at her feet. “Look at you. Cumming in your pants like a horny teenager from having a foot in your mouth. You’re pathetic.” She turns and saunters back towards the door, glancing back over her shoulder with a wicked smirk. “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow… boss. Don’t be late.”

As the door slams shut behind her, you slump to the floor, your head spinning as you try to process what just happened. But one thing is crystal clear – you’ve fallen completely under the spell of your secretary’s Asian feet. Your money, your company, your very will… it all belongs to her now. You realize you are now just another pathetic Asian foot slave. And you love it.