As I attempt to read my book, I can't help but become increasingly restless with every page I turn. Being a businesswoman is demanding. It requires me to outsmart, outmaneuver, and out-charm the competition, day in and day out. Funny how BDSM and domination often lend a hand in my real world. Clients loved to drool over my large breast and compliment my long red hair that I keep in a high ponytail. I loved owning them and making them beg for my help, but for now I was looking to relax, and my volunteer was arriving.
I heard his car pull into my driveway; I loved to call him darling during our sessions. He always had such a delicious blush when I said it with my gentle British accent. I stretched and looked at the door, and I could help but laugh as I heard him jumble to open the door clumsily. He finally burst through the doorway, looking disheveled and chaotic as usual. Darling was not an impressive man by far, and he was so skinny that sometimes I was afraid the weight of my breast alone could smother him to death. His brown hair was a sweet little floof that always had a stray cow lick springing from his bangs. His glasses were crooked as he hurriedly placed his things by the door and looked for me frantically.
"Darling, over here." He jumped and nearly leaped over to me, apologizing profusely for making me wait. He already was sitting in his sub position; Legs folded neatly beneath him on his knees before me. His head slightly lowered and his eyes to the ground as he addressed me.
"Mistress, I came as quickly as I could. H-how may I pleasure you today?" He took a sharp breath as he said the word Mistress and slowly breathed it out as if tasting the word. I reached out my hand and slowly traced his jawline with my finger, then tilted his chin so he had to look at me.
"Darling, I think tonight I will have all of you," his eyes lit up like he had just won the lottery. "Go upstairs and prepare like a good little boy." He quickly nodded and zoomed upstairs while I leisurely stretched out and ensured the place in my book was set. I made my way upstairs but stopped short of entering the bedroom; I first made a stop in the second bedroom that doubled as my walk-in closet. It was like a buffet of leather, latex, lingerie, and spiked heels. Looking the part is just as important as knowing what you're doing.
I stripped out of my leisure clothes and looked in the mirror. Damn, was he a lucky boy to be enjoying my attention. I grabbed the oil bottle and began lathering myself in it, running my hands over my waist, stomach and thighs, slowly working my way around my breast, indulging myself a bit by teasing my already pointed nipples, pinching them between my forefinger and thumb slowly rolling it till my head tilted back in my self-pleasure.
Now that I was adequately slippery, I began the process, first sliding on my black latex pants. I loved how it fit me so tightly, showing off my tight ass; I checked it out in the mirror. It was like a blackened juicy peach, the most forbidden of fruits. Next was my red hot thigh-high heel boots. They slipped on with much more ease than the latex pants. As I wove the laces through the boots, I imagined my little sub eagerly awaiting my return. Lastly, I slipped on a red corset that brought my breast to full attention. They looked like they were about to pop out of their holder, eager to fall into a greedy sub's mouth for worship. I looked terrific, but now it was time to take my tools of punishment and pleasure. After searching for a bit, I picked a leather-bound crop and a neon hot pink strap-on. I preferred this strap-on for its lovely comfort around my thighs and because it was bigger than his little cock. He loved the degradation that came from that, but he also loved how much he needed it when I would finally enter him.
