My New Boss
Copyright© 2024 by Dave Pornwriter
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - can a sub have two Mistresses?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Fiction FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond PonyBoy Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Squirting Foot Fetish
It was pretty obvious from our first Teams call, that Kim, my new boss, recognised my submissive tendencies.
“You’d better come into the office this afternoon. One o’clock. Don’t be late.”
My annual performance review was long overdue and I was failing to meet every deadline, she had spotted the perfect opportunity to further denigrate me.
She must have been plotting my downfall long before that inevitable conversation where I inadvertently called her Mistress, rather than Miss.
“Down on your knees, slave, under the desk. You can suck my toes, but no higher until I tell you. Got it?”
Can a sub have two Mistresses? How do I tell Her about You, Goddess? Oh, this is so hard. I probably shouldn’t have worn the steel anal butt plug to work that Goddess now insists I use every day. Perhaps my Boss heard the vibrations against the wooden visitors chair as I perched, uncomfortably on the edge, trying desperately not to flinch as the sextoy purred away up my arse.
She grabbed the remote control, changing the vibration pattern up to max, before demanding me to follow into Her inner sanctum.
She had slipped off one Louboutin, rubbing Her foot against my face. That was all the indication I needed. I licked Her instep, trying to ignore the heady scent of Her bright red nail varnish.
She wriggled Her toes suggestively, so I concentrated on sucking them one at a time, all the while wondering how I could keep this indiscretion hidden from Goddess when she would call later from New York for our regular Monday evening session.
She only laughed - perhaps they had already swapped notes?
By now, I had progressed up Her tights to the calf and thigh. Her black thong clearly visible through the open crotch as She lazily opened her legs, and then clamped them around my head.
That unmistakable scent of arousal bathed my nostrils as I tried to push Her thong aside with my nose.
“Pathetic,” She intoned, “Use your teeth. Then get that horrid tongue inside My sweaty gash. I need a good licking if you’re going to pass this review.”
Long after She had cum, “Pretty good, Pantyboy, but you need to be quicker next time. Now get out, I have an important meeting to chair.”
I slunk away, desperate to drink anything other than pussy juice, only to find no clean glasses in the cupboard, so just hung my head under the fizzy water tap.
30 minutes later my phone buzzed, “Get in here now.”
She was holding up a full bondage kit of anal hook, leather collar, straps, wrist restraints and dog chain. “Put these on pronto.”
Trousers around my ankles, I tripped over, impaling that huge anal hook exactly where it was supposed to enter my virgin arsehole.
She seemed pleased, squirting her tangy juices down my throat when She came, “That’s better. Now Fuck Off and do some work. No, of course, you can’t remove the handcuffs.”