No Tell Motel

Trying to get some time alone with Big Boss is difficult. In an office full of gossiping women, it's been proving difficult to seduce him without the prying eyes, and flapping lips, of the peanut gallery. In order to be alone with Big Boss, I'd decided to set up a date with him via emails. At first I was just flirting and teasing him, sending him cellphone pics of my panties, my lace covered breasts, and little peeks of my pink pussy taken in the stall of the ladies room. He responded with pleas to send more, and then begging me to stop, and then begging for more again. Heh heh. Poor man, doesn't know what to do with himself.

Fortunately, I know what to do with him. I told him yesterday that he was going to skip his usual Monday night dinner with the sales managers, and instead reserve a motel room nearby. At first he resisted my directive, but I insisted, and he was helpless to deny me. I told him I would meet him there around 6.

I sped home after work, and changed into a tight black corset that nipped in my waist and pushed up my tits, and my nipples peeked out over the top. I rolled up my best silk stockings and attached them to the garters at the bottom of my corset. I put a black satin g-string on over the garters so I could remove them without taking my stockings off, and slipped into my highest black peep toe pumps. My long black trench coat went covered the whole thing, and I pranced out the door.

My clit was tingling as I drove to the motel, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on Big Boss. I had barely knocked on the door of the motel room, when it swung open to reveal my flushed breathless boss, all nervous smiles and panting excitement.I smiled at him as I strode in unbuckling my coat, letting it fall to the ground. He ran to pick it up and hang it on the pole. I walked over to the table and hopped up onto it, crossing my legs. His eyes were glued on me as I let my shoe dangle off of my stockinged foot. I told him to kneel in front of me and give me a good foot rub.

He was so attentive to my feet, cradling them lovingly and massaging them. I told him he was allowed to kiss my feet, and he placed his lips against my instep, and licked my toes. When I was satisfied that my feet had been thoroughly worshipped I told him that I wanted him to take my thong off of me.

Once my pussy had been bared, I turned around and took him by the back of his head, forcing his face into the crack of my ass. I told him I wanted him to lick my asshole clean, and to get as deep into my hole as he could. I felt his warm wet tongue snake into my asshole, and he licked and sucked my butt spotless. By now my pussy was soaked. All his moaning, and subservience had me ready for an orgasm. There's nothing I love more than to have a powerful man under my complete control.

I told him to lay down on the bed, and I tied his hands behind his head with the belt of my coat. I crouched over his face and opened the lips of my pussy wide. I said to him that he was mine now, as I fingered my hard clit, and that I was going to mark him as mine. I let loose a golden stream of urine onto his mouth and commanded him to open and drink. He didn't waste a drop.

I told him he was a very good boy for taking as much piss as I gave him, and that his reward would be to make me orgasm with his tongue. I lowered my pussy down onto his face and grinded against him. He sucked and lapped at my clit, and shoved his tongue deep into me. I rode his face, rubbing my pussy all over his chin, lips, cheeks, and nose. His face was dripping with my juices, and I came hard all over him, grunting and moaning.

Alas, his own orgasm was not to be. I got up, put my panties and coat on, leaving him on the motel bed, throbbing hard, and covered in the scent of my piss and cum. Lucky little pet! HA!

She's Got Legs.....

I had a fantastic body worship session last week with a very eager submissive. So much fun! My little pet was interested in worshipping me from the tips of my toes to the tops of my thighs. He was particularly interested in my black stocking clad legs, and my very high patent leather pumps.

When I entered the room he was naked and bowing low with his forehead on the floor. So impatient was he to get my hands on his ass, he lifted it up to me when I walked around him. I told him he had a hungry little asshole, and that if he wanted attention there, he would have to earn it.

I proceeded to spank him with my hand, creating an even pinkness all over his cheeks. But that was hardly satisfying for me. I moved to a long narrow leather paddle, and slapped across his ass, and that's when his skin began to truly glow. I could feel the heat radiating off his smooth ass, as I raked my nails all over the freshly abused flesh. He squirmed and wriggled, so I gave him a few more whacks to settle him down.

I stepped around his body and placed the tip of my shoe in front of his forehead, and commanded him to thank me for my kind attention. He slathered my pump with kisses, and cleaned them with his tongue to a gleaming shine. He cradled the heel in his hand, and gratefully placed kisses from the sole to the top of the heel.

I allowed him to run his hands up my legs, and he exclaimed at how shapely my calves were, how soft the skin on my thighs are. He was nearly in tears with awe, and rubbed his face up and down the entire length of my legs, snuggling and nuzzling like a child.

I stopped him from further worship, and instructed him to get on top of the leather horse. I bound his wrists and ankles in leather cuffs and attached them to the horse with a puppy pad under his rock hard cock. Again, the little ass slut wriggled and writhed, aching for me to finger his starving asshole. I decided he had shown me the appropriate amount of deference, in words and deeds, and reached for a latex glove and some lubricant.

After I juiced his little pink rosebud up, I entered him with one finger. My little boy was very tight, and I worked him in and out very deeply. He couldn't control his thrusting, and was soon working his asshole on my penetrating finger. I told him what a slut and whore he was. How filthy he was, and how I was going to make him suck cock eventually. I threatened to take his ass in front of a room full of Domme friends of mine. He went wild for the idea of being my forced bi-slut. He moaned, and I slapped him across the ass as he exploded all over the puppy pad, screaming with his release.

My pet was so grateful, and impressed with the skills of his Mistress, he booked time with me again right away. I was more than happy to indulge him, since he was so well behaved. My good little pets always receive special attention.

Casual Friday

So, I was wondering if Big Boss was ever going to get around to reacting to my little present. I went all last week without hardly any contact with him at all. He barely paused at my cubicle to say hello, like he usually does.

But then I realized I'm in charge of this, so I took a giant leap forward.

At the end of the day on Friday I walked into his office and said I needed to speak to him, and closed his door. I sat in the chair in front of his desk, and said that I believed he had something of mine.

As I said this, I spread my legs open and showed him my bare pink slit. I wanted him to see everything, every crease, every rosy pout, the dampness of my pussy. I ran my hand up the inside of my thigh, and tugged on the graters at the top of my stockings, and spread a little wider. He couldn't take his eyes off me as he reached inside of his desk and pulled out the little scrap of red silk I had left in his office.

I told him to come around the desk and hand it to me. And his face got a little red as he walked around towards me. I didn't close my legs when he reached out to hand me the balled up fabric in his hand, but I didn't reach for the panties. I told him to get down on his knees in front of me, and to be honest, I wasn't sure he would. And then there he was, on the floor, his face a foot away from my spread pussy. He was getting a very good long look as I continued to run my hands up the inside of my legs, over my nylons, and slipping my fingers under my skirt.

He licked his lips when I told him I wanted him to slip the panties onto me. I held up my left leg, my foot right in his face, and he hooked the undies around my ankle. I lifted up my other foot, and he repeated with the other side. I stood up in my high heeled pumps, bringing my pussy right in front of his face. His nose even bumped my clit, and I'm sure his head filled with the scent of my desire. I held up my skirt, and he pulled the panties up over my soaked slit.

I turned around to give him a nice view of the seams in my stockings and my round ass, and told him to adjust the thong in the back so it went straight up the crack of my ass. I could feel his fingers shaking as his fingertips brushed along the smooth crack of my creamy ass, and I bent over to open my ass up a bit. I let my skirt drop when I stood back up, thanked him for returning my panties, and left him there on the floor with a raging hard on pressing thru the front of his pants!

O how I love "Casual Friday"!!! Ha!

She Works Hard For The Money

So, I'm embarking on a new adventure in life. Putting my best patent pump forward, so to speak, and stepping out into the world as a Pro Domme. Change can be a scary thing, but I am very excited about the experiences and new slaves I'll be meeting!

In my vanilla life, I do administrative work. I've been "temping" in an office now for a few days a week for about 5 months. I say "temping", because I think they'll end up keeping me much longer. I think my boss's boss may have a bit of a thing for me. I don't have too much one on one contact with him, but about once a day he finds a reason to have to come to my cubicle.

Now, there's absolutely no reason for someone so high up in the office hierarchy to have to speak to me, but he pops in to say "Hi", or ask how I'm getting along. I'm polite, cheerful, and courteously brief. But he lingers...

Lately, I've taken to only wearing skirts to work. And all last week I only wore stockings, instead of pantyhose. Even my long skirts have a little walking slit up the back, so I know that when I'm crossing my legs, or leaning over my desk the tops of my stockings show. When he came to visit me on Friday I gave him a little something to think about over the weekend! ;)

As he was chit chatting, I repeatedly crossed and uncrossed my legs, making sure he got a nice long view of my legs from my calves up to the gartered nylons at my thighs. His voice got a bit quieter at that, and his eyes were trained on those nylons.With that reaction I couldn't resist spreading my legs a bit to give him a glimpse of my soft inner thigh.

I wonder if he thought about me while he antiqued with his wife, or whatever it is he does with his family over the weekend.

I've been wet thinking about that encounter all morning. He hasn't made his daily appearance at my cubicle yet. I haven't quite figured out what I'll do to tease him today...