Mr Griffiths Foot Slave
It was a busy day at work for Randal. He was up to his head with work. He didn't know how much more of it he could take. He always went home late because overtime had consumed most of his personal life. His family was often upset since he was hardly at home and never spent time with them. They could never understand that if he didn't work as much as he did, they wouldn't have enough money to pay their bills and support their basic needs.
Randal was getting tired. It was nearly 10pm and he still had much more paperwork to get through. He worked at a major Insurance Corporation. "Ensure: Life is short, ensure your loved ones". He often thought of how ironic the motto of the company was. They didn't care a damn about anyone. They were corrupt and ripped innocent people off for their hard earned money. The CEO of the company was a fraud who overcharged customers and secretly deposited a large portion of cash into his account.
One night while Randal was working late, while trying to call his family, and tell them that he was working late, he mistakenly gained access to one of the conference calls between the CEO and Managing Director of the company. He heard exactly how they overcharge their customers and deposit large amounts of money into their accounts. Mr. Henry Griffith was the CEO of Ensure Corp. Although Randal had never met or seen him in person, he knew that someone as corrupt as him needed to be exposed. Over the past few weeks, he looked through company records and bank statements and slowly began to gather up enough evidence to try and expose the corrupt CEO. What he didn't know is that he was being monitored. The CEO had many anonymous people monitoring this type of behavior incase employees found out about his illegal activities.
Randal's eyes were almost closing from exhaustion. He decided to go to the company bathroom and splash some water on his face to wake him up a bit. Whilst in the gent's room, he began to splash some water on his face. The water was refreshing and basically washed away any tiredness that was contained within him. He then stood for a moment and began to look at himself in the mirror. He noticed a slight bulge in his stomach since he hadn't been going to the gym for the past month. It was not what a person would refer to as being fat, but getting there slowly. After a few moments of examining how the damage of working overtime affected him, the fox decided to leave and pack up to go home since it was nearly midnight by now. He was so tired that even if he stayed over to accomplish any work, he would mess it up due to his lack of energy. The fox walked up to his pc and began to shut it down. While doing that the phone began to ring. Without thinking, Randal picked it up and said
"Okay honey, I'm leaving now...no need to call me a hundred times to remind me that I have a home."
But a different voice replied.
"I'm not your honey Randal...but if it's ok with you, I would like to see you in my office immediately!"
"Sorry. Who am I speaking to?" asked Randal
"I am your the CEO, your boss! I want to see you immediately. Don't test my patience!" said the voice in a stern tone.
Randal was clueless as why the boss would want to see him. He hadn't met or even spoke to him before. He was just an entity who blended in among thousands of employees. He decided to make haste and see the CEO, since he seemed a bit agitated.
The fox was nervous since he didn't know why he was being summoned by the CEO. He was quiet while riding the elevator to the 30th floor. After a loud beeping sound, the elevator doors opened. Randal couldn't believe his eyes. "Was this floor even part of the same building?" It was nothing like he had seen. The place was like corporate heaven compared to the tiny cubicle he was confined to. There were plants everywhere and water features which kept in touch with traditional Feng Shui tradition. After gazing around he made his way to a desk towards the end of the room. It seemed that this was only the reception room for the CEO's office. Although it was late, the receptionist was still present. She looked at Randal as he walked towards the desk.
"Mr. Griffith would like to see you now for a private meeting!" said the receptionist who pointed her finger to a huge doorway guarded by two guards. They were two Falcons. Both were massive and well built. They had stern expressions on their faces. One of them could single handedly kill Randal with their bare hands and not even break a sweat. They made Randal nervous as he walked by. At the entrance, the guards opened the door and let the little fox in.
He was greeted by an incredibly huge room. It was something like one would see in a 5 star hotel. It has various types of plants. It also had little water fountains to create a sense of tranquility. On the left corner was a sculpture which was placed in the middle of a little Chinese rock garden. On the right corner was a massive fish tank with various types of tropical fish. This place was unbelievable to him. At the end of the room was a massive desk. It had an antique look to it and was big enough to fit about 5 people on it. On the other side of the desk, was a chair which was turned towards the window which overlooked the city. It was so big that it basically hid the person sitting on it. "Have a seat said a stern but calm voice"
Randal sat down on one of the chairs in front of the huge desk. The chair on the other end suddenly swiveled around to face Randal. Facing Randal was an Eagle who was much bigger than Randal. He was big and muscular. Randal was basically shadowed by this mighty figure. His beak was big and by the looks of it...Sharp like and bird of prey. It could tear the fox to shreds without and struggle. The handsome Eagle was dressed an expensive suit. By looking at the fabric, one could tell that it was nothing that Randal could even afford. On each of the eagles big feet were a pair of the finest leather shoes.
Good day Randal. I am Mr. Griffith... The CEO of this massive corporation. You are probably wondering why I called you here.
Randal shook his head with a confused look on his face. No sir I don't know why...
"Well let me remind you!" With that being said, Mr. Griffith flung a large folder onto his desk which slid towards Randal. What's this asked Randal.
"Open it you fool!" Randal quickly wasted no time and opened the folder placed before him. Within seconds his face became pale. What he saw in the folder was all his emails which he had been sending to his colleagues telling them about the corrupt CEO.
"Mr. Griffith....I...I. can explain...."
"Shut up you fool. Did you think I won't find out about your betrayal? I have the half mind to rip you to shreds with my bare hands."
"What you are doing is wrong!! You are stealing from innocent people. You have to be exposed! Everyone will know about you by tomorrow morning!" said Randal in a defensive tone.
"Hahaha...you little fool. My guards won't even let you leave this room alive"
Randal began to panic at this stage. He didn't know whether he was going to leave in one piece. Mr. Griffith was almost double in size when compared to him. He was just prey for the mighty eagle. A bead of sweat began to drip off the side of his forehead as he panicked. Randal looked like he wanted to cry at this stage since he was almost paralyzed with fear. Mr. Griffith noticed this and began to contemplate how he could deal with a threat such as the little fox before him. Mr. Griffith walked up to the fox and put his hand on the foxes left shoulder. "Maybe we can discuss this situation in a civilized manner.... businessman to businessman!" said Mr. Griffith in a calm yet evil tone.
The eagle then sat on the desk right in front of Randal's chair. He then looked at Randal.
"Well here's my offer Randal.... You keep your mouth shut and you and your family get to live!"
Randal looked at him with a sheer look of horror on his face. "You wouldn't!!"
"Well expose me and you will find out what I am capable of. It would be a pity if your home mysteriously burned down while your family was in it."
Randal knew he couldn't risk the safety of his family. He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
"Don't look so disappointed Randal. I do have a big promotion planned for you. It's effective immediately. You are now my personal assistant. You get to work directly with me and cater to my needs."
Now that your promotion is effective, I have your first task. With that being said, the Eagle used his right foot and kicked the lever on Randal's chair. This immediately set the chair in a reclining position. This caused Randal to immediately fall back on his chair. He then waited nervously not knowing what was going to happen next. The eagle then positioned himself to sit at the edge of his desk. He sat facing Randal whilst his legs dangled over the front of his desk. Mr. Griffith then threw his big feet atop of Randal. The big booted feet of his landed on Randal's chest causing him to yelp in pain. Randal was now in a position where he was now pinned down to the reclining chair by Mr. Griffiths massive feet on his chest. He struggled to move since his boots were big and heavy. They were much bigger than any of Randal's footwear. Randal thought about how a single kick from those would probably injure him badly.
"Take them off!!" commanded Mr. Griffith.
Randal just looked at the eagle with a stunned expression. Mr. Griffith dug the heels of his boots into his chest causing him to yelp in pain.
"I said take them off!!!"
Without delay, the little fox slowly lifted his shaking hands and began to proceed with his task. He slowly placed his hands on both ends of Mr. Griffiths shoelaces and began to pull hence releasing them. He did the same for the other boot and paused for a moment. "What the hell are you waiting for!!" asked the eagle before him.
Randal slowly began to try and yank off Mr. Griffith big boots. Mr. Griffith on the other hand did not make it easy for Randal. He kept his big feet planted firmly on his chest pinning him down to the chair. He enjoyed the sight of his prey squirming at his feet...literally.
Randal began to slowly get the boots loose enough to pull off. After what seemed like a minute of yanking, the boots began to slip off the eagle's feet. The massive objects slowly began to slip over the eagle's heels and with one more pull they were released from his massive feet. Randal then held the eagle's boots in both his hands not knowing whether to throw them on the floor or not. He looked up at Mr. Griffith hoping that he would instruct him on what to do.
Mr. Griffith then used his left foot and kicked them away from his hands. He then gripped Randal's neck with his socked feet causing him to choke.
"I don't pay you to sit and stare fox! I pay you to cater to my needs." Randle began to put up a struggle. Mr. Griffith's feet were gripping his neck making it hard for him to breathe. Just as the fox thought he was going to pass out, the eagle let go of his neck. Randal began to cough and take deep breaths in an attempt to recover from being choked.
Mr. Griffith then sat back on the edge of his desk and planted his feet back on the fox's chest that was in the chair facing him.
His feet were covered in thick black socks. Randal thought about how ironic it was since an evil person wouldn't choose any other color. All he could feel was the warmth of Mr. Griffith's feet on his chest. They were very warm and his socks slightly moist since they were in his big boots all day. He could feel every movement of the eagle's foot on his chest. He felt his thick toes which wriggled beneath. They were quite strong and had a firm grip on him. At the same time they could be gentle and warm to the touch.
The eagle stretched out his feet which were still planted to Randal's chest. His heels rubbed uncomfortably against Randal's chest. He then felt the eagle's toes loosen their grip of him from within their socks. The big socked feet began to move closer Randal's neck. Randal was so scared that he was pale and cold with fear thinking that he would be choked again. He began to shiver under the dominance of the mighty eagle. The only warmth he had were the big socked feet rubbing against his chest. Mr. Griffith then placed both of his feet against Randal's face, one on either cheek. The warm soles cupped his furry face forcing him to look at their owner. The eagle's toes slowly gripped his face and began to pull him forward.
"Looks like you are almost ready for your second task my dear assistant!"
Randal was still stunned. He didn't even make an effort to struggle. He knew he was no match for the mighty eagle placed before him. Mr. Griffith then released Randal's cheeks from his forceful grip. He then took both his feet and shoved his soles on Randal's face. This caused Randal to fall back on his chair. Randal fell back to the reclining position he was in earlier.
"Mmmmph mmmmphh stop I cant breathe...PLEASE STOP!"
The eagles massive feet were planted firmly on his face. He could feel the warm digits within the socks slowly mould themselves to the shape of his face. This made it hard for him to breathe. Each breath the fox took resulted in taking a deep sniff at the eagle's big socked feet. The warm stale air from his feet invaded Randal's lungs. Randal couldn't stand this and had tears rolling down his eyes. He was thrashing about in his chair begging for the eagle to stop. The eagle laughed at the foxes struggle to breathe. He loved to torment his victims and watch them struggle and beg for mercy.
After a few moments of struggling, the fox managed to get his face free from the eagle's feet and breathe in some fresh, clean air. He took deep breaths to fill his lungs with clean fresh air. Randal was exhausted from the struggle and flopped back on his chair. The eagle the dug his heels back into Randal's chest causing him to yelp once again. Randal immediately focused his attention to Mr. Griffith.
"Now take off my socks!!"
"No! Said Randal... Please let me go. I won't tell anyone about your plans. I can't take this anymore" pleaded Randal.
Mr. Griffith then got off his desk and grabbed Randal by his shirt and picked him up. Randal was terrified. He didn't expect Mr. Griffith to react this way. He was now face to face with Mr. Griffith. The eagle viciously glared at him. The look in his eyes made Randal terrified.
"You will do exactly what I say if you wish to leave here intact. Do I make myself clear?" The shivering fox just nodded in confirmation. Mr. Griffith then threw Randal on the floor and sat on one of the chairs by his desk. He then placed his feet on a footstool which was placed near the chair he was sitting on. He commanded the fox to kneel in front of the footstool where his feet were placed.
"Now take off my socks!!"
Randal began to act quickly this time and began to tend to his given task. He took Mr. Griffiths right foot and slowly began to remove his thick black socks. He placed his paws on the eagle's feet and attempted to remove his sock. The eagle's socked feet were warm to the touch. They were slightly damp from being in his shoes for a while. He used one hand to hold the eagles foot while the other hand began to grip the cuff of his sock and delicately remove it from Mr. Griffith's foot. He slowly pulled on the cuff of the sock and began to pull it of the eagle's big feet. The sock glided over the eagle's heel and slowly slid over his toes where it then slipped off. The fox slowly and gently applied the same treatment for the other foot and then placed the socks beside his chair. "Now pick up the socks in front of you"
Randal was puzzled at this request but immediately obeyed.
"Now hold them to your nose and take a deep sniff"
The poor fox just looked at the eagle before him. He didn't want to do this but feared for his life. He slowly bunched up both of the socks and slowly brought it closer to his face. He then placed them against his nose. The socks were still warm and certain parts were slightly damp since they were still fresh off the eagle's foot. He then began to take a deep sniff at the socks. Once again the warm stale smell of them entered his lungs. The fox's eyes began to tear up as he sniffed them. The eagle enjoyed the sight of this and took a moment to enjoy the sight of the squirming fox.
"Enough of that... Time to tend to your other tasks"
Randal threw the socks aside and kneeled in front of the footstool once again. His face was now in contact with Mr. Griffith's bare feet.
They were nothing like he had ever seen. It was the first time he had seen an eagles feet. They were a larger than his own. By the way they the heels pressed against his chest, they seemed very firm. The strong thick ankles were though enough to pin its prey firmly to the ground with a strong grip. They were very broad and smooth yet gently curved at the soft scaled arches of each foot. He noticed at how each of the toes was unique in size as well as the sharp talons at the end of each toe. "Like what you see fox."
With that being said, the eagle reached over and grabbed a tube from his desk and threw it to the fox. The fox was curious as to what this could be. It looked like some type of oil or lotion.
"Massage my feet with this!" commanded Mr. Griffith
The fox couldn't believe what he had heard. He kept on thinking how humiliating it was being reduced to a foot slave from being a dedicated employee. He wished that he was at home with his family more than ever.
"Stop daydreaming and get to work now!"
Randal immediately squirted the contents of the tube into his hand and rubbed them together. His hands became slippery with the oil. He slowly placed both his hands on Mr. Griffith's bare feet. His feet were warm and soft to the touch. His fingers were gently massaged the big soles before him. He ran his entire palm against the warm soles of the eagle's feet. This emitted a moan from Mr. Griffith. His hands began to massage the oil at the heels of the eagle's feet. He used both his palms and massaged the heels by rubbing them vigorously against them. Mr. Griffith splayed his toes in response to this. The fox's paws were skilled at massaging his feet. He knew this since he emitted many moans from the mighty eagle. His paws once again slid gracefully across the arch of his soles glazing it with the oil from his hands. The eagle occasionally giggled at the feel of the fox's fingers massaging his soles. The claws on the tips of his fingers occasionally tickled him, but he didn't let Randal know this. The fox then moved over and began to work on each of the toes. He slowly massaged each toe by grabbing it and gently pulling on them. His fingers provided the same treatment for all of the other toes. The fox also ran his fingers over each of the eagle's sharp claws. The eagle then made the fox apply the same treatment to the other foot. At the end of the massage, Mr. Griffith commanded Randal to use all of his fingers and massage between his toes. The fox then proceeded to take all of his fingers which he then shoved between each of the eagle's toes, and slowly squeeze on them. This emitted a load moan from the eagle. His reflex in turn, made him tighten the grip of the fox's hand whose fingers were gripped between his toes. "Now my friend, THE REAL FUN BEGINS!!!" said Mr. Griffith who emitted an evil grin.
The eagle then placed both his feet in front of the foxes face.
"Now lick!!"
The fox couldn't believe the request he had just heard.
"I said lick!!! Or I will rip your throat open and think nothing about it"
The fox then slowly extended his tongue to the feet placed before him. He started by licking slowly from the heel all the way to the taloned toes. The massage oil gave his feet a salty taste when licked. The eagle's warm digits wiggled gently across his tongue as he licked each toe. The eagle occasionally let out a giggle as the foxes rough tongue tickled his soles. The eagle loved it when the fox licked between his toes. He loved the feeling of the warm slippery tongue gliding between his toes. For fun he occasionally gripped the foxes tongue, but it was slippery so it slid right through. After applying the same treatment to the eagles other foot, both feet were left glazed with a layer of the fox's saliva.
"Now stand up and put your hands behind you" Randal was in no mood to retaliate now. He simply followed Mr. Griffith's instructions. Mr. Griffith then got up and walked to his desk draw. He then pulled out some ropes from there.
"What are you going to do with that. Asked Randal"
"Oh you are going to find out my dear friend"
Mr. Griffith then grabbed Randal's hands and began to bind them with the rope. The fox's hands were now tightly bound. He then pushed Randal onto the reclining chair in front of his desk. He then grabbed his feet and began to bind his ankles tightly together. The eagle then placed a chair in front of the recliner which the bound fox lay. He then slowly bent down and picked up both of the foxes feet. He then began to yank his shoes off. The fox wondered what he was up but didn't have a clue. Mr. Griffith on the other hand was then faced with the fox's socked feet. The fox's socks were slightly damp from sweat but didn't smell that bad. Mr. Griffith then took both his feet and placed them against his nose and inhaled deeply. The fox giggled as the tip of the beak tickled the sole of his foot. "Now it's time to seal the deal! I you will tell no one of the bank accounts and the deposits!"
The eagle then began to peel off the foxes socks. He was then greeted by the soft moist soles of his feet. The fox had an idea of what might happen but he remained silent.
"This is what will happen if you mention a word"
With that being said he began to lick the fox's feet. The eagle knew of his sensitive ticklish feet and used this against him.
"HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA NO PLEASE DONT DO THIS. I CANT STAAAND IT HAAHAAHAA"
The fox began to burst into hysterical laughter. Mr. Griffith was an expert in mental torture of his victims. He found that tickling them senseless was the perfect way to persuade them. His tongue glided across the foxes sole. He licked the left foot and immediately licked the right foot. The poor fox couldn't stand it.
He was thrashing wildly in his binds. Mr. Griffith was even more devious. He would use the sharp tip of his beak and grab Randal's toes while he wiggled his tongue across them. He then began to nibble on the poor foxes toes. The fox was now screaming in laughter. "AHHH HAA HAA HAA AHHHH NOO STAAAAP PLEEE HEE HEE SE NO MORE HAA HAA HAA I WON'T TELL HAA HAA HAA"
The eagle then began to try a new strategy. He began running his sharp claws across Randal's chest. Randal was hysterical when the claws delicately scraped on his skin. Mr. Griffith gently wiggled his toes and allowed his claws to dance across Randal's chest.
"OHH NOOO NOO MOOORE PLEASE I CANT TAKE THIS. HAAHAA HAA HAA HAA HAA MERCY PLE HEE HEE HEESE"
Mr. Griffith just continues to scrape his claws across the poor fox's chest while he sucked his toes. He laughed at the foxes cries for mercy. It would have been a bit more bearable if he was tickled on one spot, but his nerves went wild since he was tickled on his upper body and his feet at the same time. The eagle now used his beak to splay open his toes while his tongue licked between. He loved the taste of his new victim's feet and wasn't going to stop tasting them any time soon.
"Mmmm...Your toes taste good. I'm definitely going to have another session with you!" The fox couldn't even hear what Mr. Griffith had said since his laughter was so loud. While Mr. Griffith continued sucking between his toes, his feet slowly wormed their way to Randal's armpits. He wiggled his toes causing his sharp claws to tickle him even more.
"AAHHHHH HAAAA HAHAHHAHA AAAAAAAAAAH HAHAHH HAA HAA HHAA I CANT....."
At this stage Randal was on the verge of loosing his sanity. His sentences were not even coming out correctly. He tried to beg but it was replaced with babbling sounds.
The guards who were guarding the entrance to the CEO's office could hear everything that was happening. They just gulped at the horror the fox was being put through. They knew exactly how it felt. Mr. Griffith used them like he is using Randal right now.
On certain days, the guard on the right was summoned. The guard on the left and he himself knew why he was summoned. He was ticklish on his upper body so he was often called by Mr. Griffith to run his claws through his torso and watch him being reduced to begging for mercy from the eagle. Mr. Griffith liked how he massaged his feet as well. The guard on the right was called in on most of the alternate days. Mr. Griffith also had him strapped down to the same chair as Randal. He usually grabbed this guard's foot and sucked on his toes for most of the session. He nibbled on them similar to Randal's and loved licking his soles. He also loved the way that this particular guard licked his feet.
On very rare occasions, when the day was stressful, both were called in and strapped down for his amusement. There was not a thing either of them could do since they feared the lives of themselves and their families.
Randal was now almost out of breath. Any more torture would cause him to pass out. Mr. Griffith gave his one final lick before he stopped. He then ceased all tickling and let go of Randal's feet.
"Hmmmmm I see the treatment has left you strained Randal"
The fox was still trying to catch his breath.
"I hope you remain loyal or we may have to continue this meeting again"
Randal couldn't even bare this one, there was now way he could stand another one. He just shook his head in confirmation. Mr. Griffith then released Randal from his binds. "I'm sure you know your way out"
The fox nodded and after a few moments of catching his breath, made his way out of the office.