Priti Patel My Dominant Boss Ch 02

That evening, after work, I came home feeling spent from a full day and my lucky escape of nearly being sacked. Thoughts raced through my mind about what had happened under Priti Patel's hand and feet. Despite the experiences and embarrassment I faced, my mind and cock could not deny how hot I found the encounter.

I fell into bed too tired to even release some tension in my pants. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. In my dreams, there was no escape from the image of Priti Patel in my mind.

Again I found myself kneeling before her. Smirking at me as I begged her to make me her bitch.

The following morning as I walked into the office, Miss Patel was looking right at me with her smirk just as in my dreams. I was anxious about what challenge she had planned for me. Would they be sexual or would she just make me do loads of boring admin.

Thankfully my wonder didn't last too long as she called out my name to the office at large and demanded I come to her office.

Upon entering her office, Priti wasted no time. "Shut the door and don't even think about sitting."

"Well, well, well," she said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "If it isn't our resident troublemaker. Tell me, little man, did you enjoy yesterday's little... incident?"

My cheeks flushed and began muttering an apology. "I--I'm sorry, ma'am," I managed to say "I'll do whatever you ask."

She continued to smirk as she reclined in her chair with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure you will," she retorted sarcastically. "To start off your responsibilities today, I've planned a task for you."

I braced myself for the assignment or punishment that awaited me.

"Today," she announced in an ominous tone, "you'll be assisting me under my desk as I go through government policies and documents."

"Consider it a lesson in being humble, Jamie," she said, swinging her foot under the desk. "You might even end up enjoying it."

I knelt down and lay flat on the floor beneath her mahogany desk.

My heart raced as Priti slipped off her shoes, her arches and alluring toes that had occupied my thoughts the night before were before me. Anticipation surged through me as she rested them gently on my face, she was a total goddess and I was her obedient plaything.

"They're quite sore, Jamie," she whispered. "They could use some tender care. Wouldn't you agree this is a lovely way to start your morning?"

Without hesitation, I nodded eagerly, my breath hitch as I leaned in to caress her skin with my lips and hands. With eyes closed, I surrendered to the intoxicating sensation, completely consumed by one thought: her pleasure. My tiny penis aching inside my pants. God I wished I hadn't been so tired last night to relieve myself.

With every touch of my lips, I adored her feet, each part with the utmost care and admiration as if I held the most precious thing in the world. I enjoyed the tenderness of her touch and the captivating fragrance of her skin that filled my senses.

Lost in that moment, my sole focus was on ensuring Priti experienced the pleasure she deserved and demanded. I planted kisses along the curves of her feet, delicately tracing patterns with my tongue on her skin, a reverence that bordered on worship.

As I sensed her relaxing under my touch, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. In that instant, nothing else mattered except Priti and her happiness, nothing could compare to it.

While diligently massaging Priti's feet, everything outside her office seemed to blur into the background. Despite the government activities unfolding around us, I remained fully concentrated on fulfilling my task at hand, every movement guided by a directive from my mistress.

Behind her desk, Priti efficiently managed her responsibilities with a demeanour that concealed the situation she was making me experience. Phone calls were answered promptly. Staff members came and went, providing updates on immigration and policing matters that required attention.

I stayed concealed under the desk, unseen by those passing through the office door. However, as time passed slowly, a feeling of unease crept into my mind. It was only a matter of time before my absence was noticed, before someone inquired about my whereabouts. I

Indeed, it didn't take long for the inevitable to occur. Jessica, the staff member who had reported me for the crime of lustfully looking at the Home Secretary's bum, peeked into the office. "Excuse me, ma'am," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But have you seen Jamie? I haven't seen him since you... well, since you called him in here earlier."

Priti's lips curled into a sly smirk as she glanced down at me beneath the desk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Jamie," she chuckled, "He's right here, dear. I'm just putting some manners on him, that's all."

As Jessica's eyes widened in surprise, Priti simply waved her off with a dismissive flick of her wrist, her attention back to the task at hand with a satisfied smile. And as I continued to massage her feet, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises lay in store under the watchful gaze of my enigmatic mistress.

As Priti got up to leave her office, she turned to me with a gaze, a mix of satisfaction and expectation, in her eyes.

"Stay right where you are, Jamie," she commanded firmly. "Wait for my return."

I watched as she slipped a fresh pair of shoes on her feet and placed the ones she was wearing earlier over my face. Their scent enveloped me like a warm embrace. "Close your eyes," she said, her tone soft but commanding. "Intoxicate yourself with my fragrance, Jamie. Let it remind you of who you belong to."

And so, I remained there beneath her desk, my world reduced to the confines of darkness and the heady aroma of Priti's presence. Hours passed in a blur of anticipation and anxiety, my muscles stiff and sore as I struggled to maintain my position.

When Priti finally returned after 4 p.m., her expression softened with approval as she surveyed my obedient form. "Well done, Jamie," she said, "you've proven yourself to be quite the devoted servant."

"Starting today," she announced firmly, "you will be coming home with me. I sacked my housekeeper last night for a minor transgression, and I've decided that you will take over all housekeeping duties, unpaid of course. Consider it a mark of your obedience, Jamie. Your induction starts straight away."

With those words, Priti walked out of the office, me quickly following like a sheep.

As we got into her car and drove towards her house, I found myself pondering about what could possibly lie ahead but knowing there was nowhere else in the world I'd rather be than with my new Queen.