The heavy oak door clicked shut behind Marcin as he stepped into the Oval Office, the air thick with the scent of leather and power. The Lady President sat at her desk, her posture regal, her gaze sharp and commanding. She didn’t look up immediately, her attention fixed on the documents in front of her, but Marcin knew better than to interrupt. He stood silently, his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for her to acknowledge him.Finally, she glanced up, her piercing eyes locking onto his. “Marcin,” she said, her voice smooth and authoritative. “Come here.”He moved swiftly, his steps measured, until he stood before her. She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, her sheer black stockings catching the light. Her heels, sharp and polished, clicked softly as she shifted her foot. “You know what to do,” she said, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.Marcin dropped to his knees without a word, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for her foot. He slid the heel off carefully, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her stocking. The scent of her skin, mingled with the faint aroma of her perfume, filled his senses. He pressed his lips to the arch of her foot, his kiss reverent, his tongue tracing the curve of her sole through the sheer fabric.“Good,” she murmured, her voice low and approving. “But I want more. Take them off.”His heart raced as he obeyed, his fingers sliding the stocking down her leg, revealing the smooth, flawless skin beneath. He folded the stocking neatly and set it aside, his eyes never leaving her foot. He cupped her heel in his hand, his thumb brushing against the softness of her arch, and leaned in to press a kiss to her bare skin.The Lady President let out a soft sigh, her fingers tightening on the armrest of her chair. “Suck my toes,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with a hint of indulgence.Marcin didn’t hesitate. He took her big toe into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, savoring the taste of her skin. He moved to the next toe, his lips and tongue working in tandem, his hands massaging the ball of her foot as he worshipped her. The sound of her soft moans filled the room, spurring him on, his devotion unwavering.“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just like that.”He continued, his mouth moving from one toe to the next, his tongue flicking and sucking with increasing intensity. The Lady President’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly, her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of dominance and desire.“Marcin,” she said, her voice commanding his attention. “Look at me.”He pulled away from her foot, his lips glistening, and met her gaze. Her eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down his spine. “Yes, my Lady?” he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.She leaned forward slightly, her hand reaching out to cup his chin. “You’ve been so good to me,” she said, her thumb brushing against his lower lip. “But I think it’s time for you to show me just how devoted you are.”Marcin’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited for her next command. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and leaned back in her chair. “Stand up,” she said, her voice soft but firm.He rose to his feet, his body tense with anticipation. She uncrossed her legs, spreading them wider, her gaze never leaving his. “Kneel between my legs,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry.Marcin’s breath hitched as he obeyed, dropping to his knees between her legs. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, intoxicating and overwhelming. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with desire, waiting for her next command.The Lady President reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him closer. “Lick me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.Marcin didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue flicking against her folds, savoring the taste of her. She let out a soft moan, her fingers tightening in his hair as he worked, his tongue moving with practiced precision. He could feel her body responding, her hips lifting slightly to meet his mouth, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.“Yes,” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. “Just like that.”He continued, his tongue exploring every inch of her, his hands gripping her thighs to steady himself. The Lady President’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She arched her back, her fingers digging into his scalp, and let out a cry of ecstasy as she reached her climax.Marcin didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to work as she rode out her orgasm, her body shuddering with pleasure. Finally, she pushed him away, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.“You’ve done well, Marcin,” she said, her voice soft but commanding. “But I’m not done with you yet.”He looked up at her, his heart racing, waiting for her next command. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and leaned back in her chair. “Stand up,” she said, her voice firm. “And take off your clothes.”Marcin’s breath hitched as he obeyed, his hands trembling as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. The Lady President watched him with a predatory gaze, her eyes dark with desire. He stripped slowly, his body exposed to her, his arousal evident.She leaned forward, her fingers brushing against his chest, and smiled. “Now,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Show me just how much you want to please me.”

Marcin, the Lady President's devoted foot slave, entered her office and was commanded to kiss and massage her feet, clad in sheer black stockings and heels. After removing the heels, he massaged her feet through the stockings and then sucked her toes through the fabric, increasing the intensity at her command. Finally, she ordered him to remove the stockings and continue worshipping her bare feet with his mouth.

The heavy oak door clicked shut behind Marcin as he stepped into the Oval Office, the air thick with the scent of leather and power. The Lady President sat at her desk, her posture regal, her gaze sharp and commanding. She didn’t look up immediately, her attention fixed on the documents in front of her, but Marcin knew better than to interrupt. He stood silently, his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for her to acknowledge him.

Finally, she glanced up, her piercing eyes locking onto his. “Marcin,” she said, her voice smooth and authoritative. “Come here.”

He moved swiftly, his steps measured, until he stood before her. She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, her sheer black stockings catching the light. Her heels, sharp and polished, clicked softly as she shifted her foot. “You know what to do,” she said, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Marcin dropped to his knees without a word, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for her foot. He slid the heel off carefully, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her stocking. The scent of her skin, mingled with the faint aroma of her perfume, filled his senses. He pressed his lips to the arch of her foot, his kiss reverent, his tongue tracing the curve of her sole through the sheer fabric.

“Good,” she murmured, her voice low and approving. “But I want more. Take them off.”

His heart raced as he obeyed, his fingers sliding the stocking down her leg, revealing the smooth, flawless skin beneath. He folded the stocking neatly and set it aside, his eyes never leaving her foot. He cupped her heel in his hand, his thumb brushing against the softness of her arch, and leaned in to press a kiss to her bare skin.

The Lady President let out a soft sigh, her fingers tightening on the armrest of her chair. “Suck my toes,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with a hint of indulgence.

Marcin didn’t hesitate. He took her big toe into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, savoring the taste of her skin. He moved to the next toe, his lips and tongue working in tandem, his hands massaging the ball of her foot as he worshipped her. The sound of her soft moans filled the room, spurring him on, his devotion unwavering.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just like that.”

He continued, his mouth moving from one toe to the next, his tongue flicking and sucking with increasing intensity. The Lady President’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly, her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of dominance and desire.

“Marcin,” she said, her voice commanding his attention. “Look at me.”

He pulled away from her foot, his lips glistening, and met her gaze. Her eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down his spine. “Yes, my Lady?” he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.

She leaned forward slightly, her hand reaching out to cup his chin. “You’ve been so good to me,” she said, her thumb brushing against his lower lip. “But I think it’s time for you to show me just how devoted you are.”

Marcin’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited for her next command. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and leaned back in her chair. “Stand up,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

He rose to his feet, his body tense with anticipation. She uncrossed her legs, spreading them wider, her gaze never leaving his. “Kneel between my legs,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

Marcin’s breath hitched as he obeyed, dropping to his knees between her legs. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, intoxicating and overwhelming. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with desire, waiting for her next command.

The Lady President reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him closer. “Lick me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Marcin didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue flicking against her folds, savoring the taste of her. She let out a soft moan, her fingers tightening in his hair as he worked, his tongue moving with practiced precision. He could feel her body responding, her hips lifting slightly to meet his mouth, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. “Just like that.”

He continued, his tongue exploring every inch of her, his hands gripping her thighs to steady himself. The Lady President’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She arched her back, her fingers digging into his scalp, and let out a cry of ecstasy as she reached her climax.

Marcin didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to work as she rode out her orgasm, her body shuddering with pleasure. Finally, she pushed him away, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

“You’ve done well, Marcin,” she said, her voice soft but commanding. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He looked up at her, his heart racing, waiting for her next command. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and leaned back in her chair. “Stand up,” she said, her voice firm. “And take off your clothes.”

Marcin’s breath hitched as he obeyed, his hands trembling as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. The Lady President watched him with a predatory gaze, her eyes dark with desire. He stripped slowly, his body exposed to her, his arousal evident.

She leaned forward, her fingers brushing against his chest, and smiled. “Now,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Show me just how much you want to please me.”

In the Oval Office, the Lady President commands her devoted foot slave, Marcin, to worship her feet with his mouth, exploring themes of dominance and submission. Marcin's devotion extends beyond her feet, as he is commanded to perform oral service between her legs, showcasing his complete obedience and her absolute control.

Oral Service in the Oval Office

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