Foot fetish with a twist

I came home at 6 and proceed to take a shower, shave my legs so they can be as smooth as possible. I pick up a very nice outfit out of the closet. Nice black evening gown, with sheer mesh stripes in the legs area, a garter belt, black stockings, black panties, and bra set and a pair of black stiletto sandals with my bright pink toenails.
I open a bottle of red wine with two glass and set it on the coffee table.
Ding Dong, 8 PM sharp.
I open the door and here was Dean with roses, looking me up from head to toe, but more importantly my toes. I told him to pour us some wine while I take care of the flowers. I could tell that he was staring at my outfit and my ass as I walk to the kitchen. When I came back the 2 glasses were poured, and a huge hard-on included. I smiled, and couldn’t resist, “isn’t just me or you are both happy to see me.” Red and timid. I honestly had to say that I was horny from the previous night and couldn’t wait to sample the goods.
We sat down and Dean said, “you’re gorgeous in that outfit and those feet are to dies for.”
We started to kiss and rub each other. Dean’s hands were all over my legs down to my feet. He admitted timidly that licking feet full of cum was another fetish of his and that no one has ever asked him to do that let alone in an office setting. I said, “tonight, it’s all about me and not about you.” Of course, with the gist of things, it would get his cake too.
He continued to rub my legs and I said: “understand that you will do what I tell you and you have no say or refusal in the matter.” “Yes, Mistress;” music to my hears. “eat my clit now.” I opened my legs and he pulled my panties down, a look of horror on his face, he was staring at my 6 inches clit. Surprise!
“I can’t!”
“Of course, you can, open wide and say ahhh or the HR department will get a call.” “Besides you’ll love it.”
He started to suck on my clit, which was full of pre-cum by then. Again, I never consider myself dominatrix, but it was surely turning me on to no ends.