'The Interview' –inspired by Dominatrix Iris
'Good job. Now the other one, if you want the position that is...' Iris ordered from her commanding position, offering her other high heel to the young man kneeling beneath her desk.
Her stern eyes studied her interviewee as he obliged her command, taking her foot into his hands before placing his lips on her expensive shoe. Her lips curled into a mocking smile as she enjoyed the show.
'In my office, your... 'resume' isn't enough to impress me. You have to demonstrate you know your place in front of a woman such as myself...' Iris continued nonchalantly, as if the interview had never been interrupted by her 'dropping' her pen.
'So many men failed already, men whose egos didn't let them kneel for me... well, keep going!' Iris encouraged, comfortably seated as she took a sip of her green tea.
Iris closed her eyes in satisfaction, revelling in her power. Most men she'd interviewed so far had kneeled for her, but few had agreed to kiss her shoes, instead leaving her office in indignation. They didn't know how easy it had been for them.
She wasn't sure she'd be hiring anyone today. Now that Iris was in a position to dominate the type of men she resented, arrogant suits who'd expected her to beg and crawl for every promotion, she'd take her time in finding her new 'subordinate'...
'A man does what he can; a woman does what a man cannot.'
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