This is the second part of this story. All characters are over 21 years old and are engaging in consensual sexual and BDSM relationships. Please stop reading if you are offended by lesbian or BDSM relationships.
Janice entered the club after her two days off feeling like she was walking on air. She had not stopped thinking about her time with Alex. She realized all of her fantasies had been leading her to this experience, this longing, this... Well, she thought, she didn't know how to define the relationship exactly, but she knew she was in love. Janice decided to enjoy the feeling. She wasn't going to get bogged down in definitions and labels when her spirit was soaring just thinking about Alex: her soft brown skin, her beautiful face, her athletic build, her take-charge personality. She pictured herself on her knees in front of Alex, her face nestled into the wet folds of Alex's hot pussy.
Janice wanted so badly to stop by Alex's office on her way into work. She could not simply walk past her boss' office as she had done in the past. She hoped her visit would please Alex. Still, Janice worried about knocking on Alex's door. She didn't want to assume anything and, after all, she was an employee, one of Alex's many employees, and nothing else, yet. She had hoped to hear from Alex during her days off but had not received a text or a phone call.
Janice took a deep breath and fixed her hair. She had dressed in tight jeans, heels, and a low-cut blouse to look nice for her dominant supervisor. She had planned the outfit carefully, hoping to help Alex remember the magic which had happened between them just a few days earlier.
Janice stopped at Alex's closed door and knocked tentatively. She was wearing a new lipstick color she had picked out with her boss in mind. She held her breath, praying silently for the club owner to answer. She needed to see her. It had been been a long wait during her days off.
Janice heard Alex yell out from inside her office, "Come in, slut!" Her face turned red and she looked around to confirm that a few other employees had heard. She wondered how Alex could be so sure it was her knocking; however, she had never been so grateful to be called a slut. The word entered her brain and trickled down through her body, setting it on fire. As she hesitated to open the door, her co-workers made embarrassing comments like, "Someone's in trouble," and "Look at the poor little slut." Janice felt a flood of emotions wash over her as she gently turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
She realized she felt desired and sexy. She felt submissive. She felt free. She felt humiliated to be called a slut when others could hear. She felt even sexier because she felt humiliated. She had never wanted to be anyone's slut - or anything - more.
Alex sounded irritated with Janice's hesitancy. "Get in here, slut, you don't get to keep me waiting," she demanded.
Janice responded to her beautiful boss naturally as if no time had passed since their last encounter. "No, Ma'am, I don't get to keep you waiting. I apologize," proclaimed Janice, taking the liberty to close the door on her way into Alex's large, nicely decorated office.
"Do you need me to punish you already?" teased the dominant woman. Seeing Alex sitting behind her impressive desk took Janice's breath away. Her boss' words were awakening Janice's body with arousal.
"I submit myself to your desires, Ma'am," Janice readily stated, starting to kneel before her beautiful boss. She kept her eyes lowered to Alex's hands or desk.
"Wait, I didn't tell you to kneel," asserted Alex. "Your bottom will be spanked for that later, slut. We do things on my timetable. Turn around for me, nice and slow," she instructed her employee. "I want to inspect my property," she admitted, causing Janice's pussy to throb with desire.
Janice twirled around slowly, hoping to please her supervisor. When she completed her turn, she began again, since she hadn't been told to stop. Alex watched her turn a few times, before stopping her when her back was turned.
"Nice ass, little slut. Bend over and grasp your ankles so I can get a better view," the dominant club owner insisted.
When Janice complied and bent over, Alex watched closely to ensure that her dancer's head was between her legs and that each of her delicate hands was grasping her ankles, just above those sexy high heels. Alex thought Janice looked stunning, from this or any angle.
"You're such a good girl," said Alex. "I enjoy how willing you are to obey me and give yourself to me. You may call me Mistress Alex or Ma'am. Did you miss Mistress Alex?" she teased.
"Oh yes, Mistress Alex! I missed you so much over my days off!" Janice exclaimed from upside down, her mind still recovering from calling her boss Mistress Alex for the first time.
"Did your slutty little pussy get wet for me?" Alex demanded to know.
"So wet, Mistress Alex. But I was grateful to be ready, in case..." Janice became embarrassed and didn't want to continue. She didn't want to admit that she had been hoping for a call or a text.
"Excellent," said Alex, "I like my sluts to be wet and waiting for me. And I know how horny and greedy little sluts like yourself can get."
"Yes, Mistress, my pussy has stayed horny for you since we parted," Janice readily admitted to her boss.
"I imagine it has. Now, kneel down and grasp your arms behind your back as I taught you," directed Alex. "You realize that when you submit to Mistress Alex, you don't know when, or if, your slutty pussy will deserve attention."
"Yes, Ma'am," Janice replied reluctantly, almost pouting, as she placed her hands on the floor in front of her, then slowly lowered her bottom down to get into a kneeling position. Once there, Janice spread her knees wide and grasped her arms behind her back, thrusting her tits out for her Mistress, as she had practiced at home, over and over, for the past two days.
"Good girl," said Alex, getting up from her desk and walking over to stand in front of the gorgeous submissive girl. Alex had missed her, also, but she had needed the full two days to think about whether to continue with Janice. It was a risk to become emotionally involved again, especially with an employee, but Alex had decided it was a risk worth taking.
Alex had also considered her clothing in preparation for seeing Janice again. She was wearing crisply ironed trousers with a white blouse, along with those black boots Janice had been fantasizing about.
"I see you looking at my boots, slut," Alex said, as she nudged her boot into the submissive dancer's crotch lightly, teasing her through her jeans.
Janice moaned. However, she did not move or attempt to gain the stimulation her pussy craved. She focused on receiving only what her Mistress offered, fighting her urges because she longed to please Alex from deep down within herself.
Alex slowly pushed the toe of her boot further into Janice's throbbing pussy, through her jeans. Although Janice knew she was being teased, she felt as if she would come if her Mistress continued to stimulate her hungry pussy much longer.
"I'm sure you missed your Mistress' pussy?" Alex demanded to know.
