I went to work today with one thought in mind... To tease & mind fuck the hell out of my male colleagues. As I got into work I walked up the stairs and see my first victim of the day. I start to strut past him making sure my feet are in his view, I turn and catch him glaring down at my feet. He mutters "you look very nice today" in a nervous voice. I smirk & walk on knowing full well I will catch up with him later in the dayInto the office I go... So I sit down at my work station and realise the male colleague I walked into before at the stairs is now standing right behind me. I spin my chair around, as I go to ask him what the hell is he doing, he quickly blurts out "would you like a coffee miss', I sharply reply.. "milk, two sugars" he stands there for a few seconds staring down at the floor at my black strappy stiletto heels, I give him a smirk again, I turn back around and start doing some work, expecting my coffee to arrive shortly. 10 minutes pass! I hear a high pitched voice expecting it to be my boss, but to my shock, it was the colleague with the coffee. "miss, miss, here is your coffee" I hope I got it right" He squeels placing the hot coffee on my desk, I glare up at him and reply "well it MUST be right as I gave you simple instructions to get it right".. As I am glaring at him I notice he is not listening, he is infact again staring down at my feet. "That is it" I shout at him! "Come here" !! I grab his shirt collar and bring him down to the same level as my feet. I shove my heel in his face and give him the order too take them off. He barely even hesitates and gets straight too it, with not a care in the world of who might see. He looks up to me and gently but nervously asks if he can massage my feet, I laugh at him, nodding my head to his pathetic request. He politely starts to touch my feet, he softly moans as his hands slide down my silky black tights "is that good" I ask. "Yes it is amazing" he gasps, trying to hide the orgasmic look on his blushed and sweat riddled face. As he continues to massage my feet, he asks..... "May I smell your feet in those tights?" I reply "you know if you do that, you will be known as my tights whore" he replys "that would be an honour, I can't believe this is happening, thank you" as he smells my feet he mutters "mmmm that smell is amazing, I love the tights, how they cling to your soles, I love how silky they feel on my face" I immediately reply "that is enough now, get up" He questions why, "I can't get up and go now miss, have you seen what your tights have done to me?" I shout "I DON'T CARE, get up and get out of here" He jumps up quickly and looks around the room "but Ken and Judy are over there" he squeels! "Well I guess that is enough for your dick to go down... Go, now!!" He fixes his shirt and wipes the sweat from his face with his tie, taking one last glance at the room, he quickly makes his exit.... So this is the story of the male colleague who finally realised his tights fetish/addiction.