I have this office slave girl, sara by name. She likes it spelled with a lower-case 's' because she's a sub, you see. But I'm not her boss. In fact, I'm not anyone's boss. I'm just as low on the corporate totem pole as sara is on the sexual pole. But in her eyes, and hands, I'm the Boss, the Domme. After our boss leaves, usually about 4 PM in the afternoon, W/we wait eagerly until 5, when everyone else is gone. I hide in the ladies room until about 5:30, just to make sure W/we will be alone and I don't know where sara gets off to. I don't care - as long as she comes crawling back to Me in the office of O/our boss, her clothing stripped, her pupils wide with lust, her huge breasts swaying from side to side, very gently, as she makes her way on her hands and knees across the carpet to the back of the desk.
There she finds Me, legs crossed, crop in hand.
Wet. Aching. In control.
she kisses the crop as I extend it towards her. I run it gently across her cheeks, her wet lips.
"Sit up, sara." She does. I run the tip of the crop over her tight shriveled nipples.
"See what I have on My desk, sara?" She does. She nods. It's a huge pink jelly dildo, suction-cupped firmly to the desktop
"Sit on My lap, sara." She does, facing me. Her breasts are magnificent, and I have her hold the crop cross-wise between her teeth while I pinch and suck her nipples as she moans. I have My hands around her waist and now they stray downward to her globe-shaped ass cheeks. Soft skin, My nails dig in, beautiful. I squeeze and knead slowly and suck on her nipples, going from one to the other, for what seems like forever. My short skirt is hiked up, and I feel sara's wetness oozing onto My bare thigh.
"Isn't that dildo great?" I ask her when I am finally able to pull My mouth away from her tits.
"Yes, Mistress. It's quite big."