Domination Fantasy at Work pt 2
So many people have asked for a follow up to this story and a friend helped me finish it the other day. I probably wont finish it in this sitting but lets get something going, right?
One of the men in the line is smirking. I pull him out of the line up and ask what the fuck is funny. He says nothing is funny. He says he was just imagining what it would be like to be my foot stool. Looking down at him with a smirk of my own, I tell him I'm sure something can be done.
The room is quiet when I bind his hands behind his back and when I tell him to kneel in front of me. Everyone is looking at him and the sound of the polyester skirt sliding up and over my nylon stockings is so subtle and smooth that it is only heard by me and my new pet. I grab the sides of his head and bring him in to get familiar with the smell of my juices mixed with my sweat. He opens his mouth to breath heavily through the nylon, pushing warm air over my labia. This only makes me push him further into my crotch and I can feel him push back. He groans and I nearly groan too.I can't lose control like this.
Grabbing the hair at the back of his neck, I pull him away and drag him to the nearest desk. I work quickly and with no explanation. Before everyone, I situate my pet so that he is bent over the desk with his ass facing the line-up. His balls are visible and vulnerable and exposed because his feet and legs are spread wide, tied to the feet of the furniture. His wrists bound behind his back. I tell him sternly to "stay." Using a leather belt someone must have worn with their khakis that day, I double it over and gently stroke it over his back. Leaning over to look at his face, I ask if he is ready for what is coming. He looks fearful but is nodding his head up and down.
(Hmm, ran out of time - I'll have to add a part 3 I guess. Let me know if you want to see more. I like your words of encouragement..)
One of the men in the line is smirking. I pull him out of the line up and ask what the fuck is funny. He says nothing is funny. He says he was just imagining what it would be like to be my foot stool. Looking down at him with a smirk of my own, I tell him I'm sure something can be done.
The room is quiet when I bind his hands behind his back and when I tell him to kneel in front of me. Everyone is looking at him and the sound of the polyester skirt sliding up and over my nylon stockings is so subtle and smooth that it is only heard by me and my new pet. I grab the sides of his head and bring him in to get familiar with the smell of my juices mixed with my sweat. He opens his mouth to breath heavily through the nylon, pushing warm air over my labia. This only makes me push him further into my crotch and I can feel him push back. He groans and I nearly groan too.I can't lose control like this.
Grabbing the hair at the back of his neck, I pull him away and drag him to the nearest desk. I work quickly and with no explanation. Before everyone, I situate my pet so that he is bent over the desk with his ass facing the line-up. His balls are visible and vulnerable and exposed because his feet and legs are spread wide, tied to the feet of the furniture. His wrists bound behind his back. I tell him sternly to "stay." Using a leather belt someone must have worn with their khakis that day, I double it over and gently stroke it over his back. Leaning over to look at his face, I ask if he is ready for what is coming. He looks fearful but is nodding his head up and down.
(Hmm, ran out of time - I'll have to add a part 3 I guess. Let me know if you want to see more. I like your words of encouragement..)
9 years ago
