It wasn't until my latest job that I thought of myself as a submissive person. At times, it felt as thought I wasn't acting of my own volition. Rather, it was like I was being possessed. Under a spell.
My boss had perverse things for me to do once I came to work. Tasks he set upon me just to test my servitude. Sometimes it was crawling on my knees, bringing him files he needed in my mouth. Sometimes it was wearing a ball gag for an entire afternoon as I did my office tasks, my chin dripping with drool and my jaw aching. Once, he made me stand in lingerie in the cold to welcome his dinner party guests to his home. The moment where his warm hand met the small of my back to release me of my duties, made it all worth it.
He was incredibly handsome and he wore an expression of indifference toward me that a deep, pathetic part of my soul wished to change. I wanted to reach out past my restraints and kiss him when he was in front of me. I wanted to hold the back of his head while I kissed him. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to love me, but I wanted him to know that I loved what he did to me. I wanted to drink him up, to eat him up, to become him. I wanted to absorb him. That's what submitting to him was like.
I didn't feel this way toward every man. Many men would be a fool to think I could ever submit to them. This includes many of my boss's business partners. To my dismay, my latest assignment was to spend an entire day locked in a room with one of these partners. His name was David Parkchester, he was a very young man barely five years above my age. He was good looking, almost annoyingly so because he knew he was hot. Too many people had told him so.
He had gorgeous skin, curly hair, long lashes, full lips, broad shoulders. Everything you want to see in a man, he had it. But he wasn't Mr. Sterne, and I didn't feel the same deep need to please him.
This only worked against him when our time alone began. I was part of a reward David was receiving related to his work, and he came at me with hands eagerly poised to hold my hips. He bent his neck forward toward me, his gorgeous lips parted. "I've been wanting this for a long time," he whispered to me.
I reached up and held the back of his neck with my hand. His eyes lit up when I did this, his breathing quickened. "You have?" I asked, whispering back.
"You're so beautiful," he told me, and I could tell by the near pained expression on his face that he meant it.
I let my hands slide down his frame. Feeling his shoulders, his sides, and holding his strong hands. He stood still as I undid the buttons of his shirt and lifted off his undershirt. He was so gorgeous, so beautiful. I unbuckled his belt and laid my lips against his chest and kissed him slowly. I felt him shudder. I let his trousers fall and pressed my body to his, feeling his hardness through his briefs and reached around to squeeze his ass. God damn if he wasn't absolutely perfect.
I bit his skin and he inhaled sharply in pain. I grabbed his cock through his underwear and rubbed my lips on his skin. He smelled amazing. He moaned.
With that I pushed him down on the chair behind him. On the desk, was an array of sex toys that Mr. Sterne meant for David to use on me. But the tables had turned. I reached over and handcuffed David's hands together in front of him. I secured ankle cuffs to him, binding him to the chair. "What are you doing?" he asked me.
I leaned to him and teased his flushed lips with a kiss. He gasped at my lips brushing on his. "Mmm," I moaned into his mouth.
"Hnmnnnn," he responded. His voice was deep and raspy even in a desperate plea.
I took off his briefs and put my hands on his thighs and squeezed him there, his legs were deliciously thick. I lifted his wrists above his head and placed the chain of the handcuffs on a hook slightly above where it was comfortable. He couldn't move. He was poised, completely naked and gorgeous with his hands over his head. His eyes pleaded with me. His face was flushed, his ears were red.
I held his beautiful thighs and knelt in front of him. I began worshiping his upper thighs with my mouth. Kissing and pressing my tongue to him. I made my way to his balls and continued my worship there, delicately wrapping my mouth around him. I looked up at his face and he was in complete agony. His handsome brow was furrowed together in frustration. He was biting his lip.
His dick was hard, bobbing slightly with a pulse and pointed up toward his face. "What do you want?" I asked him, looking up from between his legs.
"I want to fuck you," he said, and moved in his restraints slightly.
"Oh?" I responded. "Hmmm."
I reached up and ran my fingers up the side of his hips. He shuddered again. A beautiful dew drop of pre-cum had formed on the very tip of his penis. I took his dick in my hand and stroked downward while positioning the head of his cock to my mouth and rubbing the cum into my lips. David moaned louder than I had heard any man moan before. He was enjoying the tease.
I stood up and felt a rush of power with my stilettos on and my strappy lingerie set. I reached over and picked up a cat-o-nine-tails. David's brow furrowed upward, his face begging to know what I was about to do to him.
I flipped my wrist ever so softly at the black, leather tails made contact with his bare chest. "Aghhh," he groaned. Some of the tails had slapped his skin hard enough to make a snapping sound. Other tails had merely brushed against him as if to console his skin. David lifted his chin as I directed the tails to brush upwards over his chest and run up against the side of his neck, tickling his ear.
I let the tails fall over his cute face and he squeezed his eyes closed, anticipating pain. He whimpered.
"What?" I asked. "This isn't what you wanted?"
He whimpered again, it was an incredibly attractive, almost feminine sound that escaped his throat. I flicked my wrist quickly, whipping the handle of the cat-o-nine-tails and causing the tails to cascade painfully against his chest again. He whimpered again and threw his head back. "Fuck me," he whispered to himself.
I began stalking about the chair, watching his body and expression react. Depending on these reactions, I would decide my next move. With every other flinch, I would tenderly run the leather tails over his skin. When he would cast a longing look at me, I would whip his sensitive stomach, chest, thighs. Sometimes his shins. Even lightly, his face.
He seemed to be painfully erect now.
Upon noticing this I reached over and placed a ball gag's strap over his head and inserted the red ball into his mouth, the same that had been in mine.
He looked adorable in it.
"What are you?" I asked.
"Hnm?" he struggled.
I placed the bulk of the cat of nine tails under his chin to lift it slightly. "You're mine," I told him.
"Uuoohss," he attempted.
"Hm?" I hinted severely.
"Uhhhhhss," he attempted again.
I slapped his face with the tails with a slight amount of force. And he moaned. "Yours," he said quite clearly now.
"Good boy," I said, proudly and warmly. "That's right." I continued stalking him, but I had replaced my tails with a long riding crop. I teased his nipples with it and slapped them right when he thought he could relax. I directed his gaze by pressing the riding crop to the opposite cheek I wanted him to turn toward me. I forced him to look away from me as I leaned in to his ear. I sighed close to him and saw goosebumps rise on the skin of his shoulders. He had freckles there. He was both hot and cute, it wasn't fair.
