I awoke with the faint taste of Brianna's juices in my mouth, and my first thought was I needed more. Being able to taste her last night, to have my mouth on her warm, wet pussy triggered something in me. Her pantyhose enticed me, driving my lust. Her dominance controlled me, causing me to submit. Now the taste of her made me totally addicted. I had to have more, regardless of the cost.
Yes, she was a junior associate in my law firm, where I was a partner, so she was totally off limits, and if anyone found out I was having relations with an employee, my career would be over, but I just couldn't resist. I now desperately needed her. I also needed to get to the office to finalize things with the client, so I pulled myself out of bed, got myself together and headed to work.
I arrived before her and went straight to my office. I tried to work, but all I could think about was her. I kept checking the floor to see if she had arrived, and what she thought of the client memo I wrote for her last night. Finally, about 9:30 she arrived - late, but clearly not caring. She was in a tight, white sweater dress with tan, leather patches, brown pantyhose and tan over-knee boots. For most people, it would be described as a normal work outfit, but to me, particularly after all that had happened, I was instantly turned on. The dress looked a size or so too small, so it hugged her athletic frame, highlighting her curves.
I did my best to keep my cool. Around 10am, she entered my office, shut the door, and walked over to my side of the desk. I looked up at her from my chair, imagining submitting to her boots and feeling up her soft pantyhose, hoping to be buried in her again, desperate to taste her again. She then sat on my desk, placing one boot on my chair, pressing against my crotch. I gave a soft moan in pain and pleasure.
"Nice work on the memo, Slave," she said. "I'm starting to like this arrangement. It's nice having someone to do my bidding."
"Anything for you, Mistress," I responded, not really knowing what to say.
The rest of the discussion was mundane planning on our communication back to the client. My mind, though, was fixed on the supple leather of her boot right in front of me, the smell amplifying my submissive feelings as I looked up at this brunette goddess. The whole session was a test of my will not to start kissing her boot. When we had finished, she thrust my chair back with a single push against my crotch (causing me to gasp involuntarily), hopped down from the desk and walked out. After several minutes, I finally regained my composure and got back to work.
I was hoping for another reason to see her that day, but none came. Eventually, I finished my work for the day and headed home. A week ago, this would be normal, but today I was overcome with disappointment that I wasn't able to worship my Mistress.
The next day she wore tight, leather pants with leather, studded ankle boots and a white, silk blouse. This outfit brought out her amazing ass - firm and plump at the same time - a true bubble butt. I intentionally made more time to walk the floor just so I could catch a glimpse of her. She seemed to be ignoring me, spending time with the other Associates and her work. When in my office, I struggled to focus, my mind fantasizing about worshiping her - encased in her leather thighs, while frustrated that she didn't seem to want to give me the opportunity. As I was packing up to leave, resigned that she had returned to being a fantasy, she entered my office.
"I've seen you looking at me all day," she observed. "Could you be more pathetic?"
"I-I-I just want more," I stammered. "I need to taste you again, Mistress. I want to worship you."
"Don't worry," she responded, ignoring my reply. "I like you like that, Slave - completely obsessed with me. You should be pathetically pining for me at all times. Now, I need to leave, but I will give you the opportunity to renew your devotion. Now kneel!"
I dropped to my knees in front of her. She smiled and struck her hands down the front of her leather pants. I could see it gently move around under the leather before it reappeared, glistening.
She clearly saw my excitement and teased, "Does my little puppy want a treat?"
"Oh, yes, please, Mistress. I need to taste you," I eagerly responded, nodding my head.
She held out her two fingers to me to lick. I opened my mouth and leaned forward, excited to finally taste her nectar again, but before I could make contact, she pulled her fingers away, laughing. She repeated this again, denying me her juices.
"Please, Mistress. Please let me have a taste," I pleaded.
"You are hopelessly obsessed, aren't you?" she chuckled rhetorically. "Here you go."
She then moved her hand to her crotch, with her moist fingers sticking out like a dick, and placed her other hand on my head, slowly pulling me in. As my lips made contact, I moaned in relief, finally getting my hit of her drug. I then sucked while running my tongue all along her fingers, getting ever last drop.
When she felt I was done, she gently pushed me back and turned around so her large, leather-clad ass was in my face.
"Now thank me," she ordered.
Without hesitation, I kissed her ass while she pulled my head in tight with one arm. Waves of submissiveness rolled over me as I kissed, my mouth squeezed against her large but firm ass, surrounded by the smell of leather. As I kissed, I repeated, "Thank you, Mistress," although most of that was muffled in her magnificent ass.
"Good job, Slave," she said, as she broke away, "I'm glad you relish your place. Now I e-mailed you some cases to research for me. I expect a summary by morning."
With that, she left the office with me still kneeling, confused by the whole situation, but crystal clear on my obsession with her. Then, instead of going home, I stayed in the office until 10, doing her research.
