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Submissive CEO
12/1/2006 8:05 pm Last Read: |
Here's a new story. If you like it, let me know and I'll post more. If you don't like it, leave me some constructive criticism. What ever it is that this story evokes in you, LET ME KNOW!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I stood in the front entryway and waited for It. It must have been running late, that was one thing I would not tolerate from It. I stood there in black stiletto-heeled boots that ran up to my knees, a black corset top, and a black thong with garters. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot as the doorknob turned and It entered. It immediately fell to Its knees upon entering the door. It spurted out Im sorry Goddess, the traffic was bad. Please forgive my tardiness. It should have known better by now than to think excuses would impress me. I beckoned It to my feet in middle of the room. It crawled to me and kneeled before me. I told It to stand and I removed Its clothes. I threw Its shirt and pants to the floor. I ripped off Its boxer shorts and shoved them in Its mouth. I walked around Its body, inspecting every inch of It. I tied Its hands behind Its back and spread Its legs apart. Now It looked presentable. Just one more thing would render Its body into the submissive state I wanted It. I placed a blindfold over Its eyes. Its cock became excited and hard. I pushed Its nose against my pussy, I wanted It to know what Its earlier actions had done to me. I guess thats a good place to step back for a minute and explain who I am, who It is, and how this particular scene really started. I spent my days referring to It as Sir. It spent the day wearing business suits and ordering me around. I spent the day serving It coffee, fetching Its mail, doing Its insignificant jobs while It spent the day closing business deals over golf games. It then brought the paperwork back for Me to type and file. I spent the day answering phones for It. Today, I made an error when preparing Its schedule for the day and accidentally forgot a business meeting It was supposed to attend. It scolded me and told me not to let it happen again or It would have to punish me. It patted my bottom as It then sent me out of Its office. Later during the day, It passed me in the copy room and It rubbed Its hands against my silk blouse-covered chest. It must have assumed that since I was allowed to objectify him at home, It was allowed to objectify Me in the office where It had the power. It was dead wrong. From now on, I decided I was going to take more liberties with my status as Its Goddess. I was going to keep It on the edge of Its seat. I was going to require It to do things in the workplace that would make It squirm as It sat in the big leather chair in Its office. Back to It, kneeling there on the floor before Me. I walked around behind It and tapped Its bottom. Dont let it happen again I said, reminding It of the incident that had taken place that morning, when It stepped out of line. I then walked away, leaving It on the cold tile floor to ponder what was to come next. Fifteen minutes later I returned to the entryway where I had left It. It was cowering there, shaking like a puppy who had just peed on the carpet. Without saying a word I walked around to the back of It and kicked It hard, square in the balls. It fell forward to the floor and laid there in fetal position. I spread Its legs and kicked It in the balls again. When It finished writhing on the floor from each blow, I let It have another. When tears ran down Its face I stopped and stood before him, my boot pressed firmly up against his nose. I wanted It to smell what had just brought It to tears. I left It lying on the floor and went to prepare dinner. When dinner was ready I called It into the kitchen. I prepared myself a plate and told It to sit down at the table. It sat in one chair and leaned Its head over so It was lying in my lap. It had been hinting for years that It would really enjoy if I was lactating and It could drink from my breasts several times a day. I secretly enjoyed the idea that It would not only depend on me for pleasure but for nourishment as well. Since we had recently found out I was one month pregnant, the forced lactation came a little easier. It suckled at my tits while I ate dinner. It would be allowed to eat real food only after I had finished. When It finished dinner, it was getting late, so I decided to take a bubble bath and relax. I allowed It to have some free time as well to watch some TV. When we woke the next morning, I decided it would be a good day to start toying with It while we were at work. I told It that I wanted It to wear a pair of my panties and one of my bras under Its business suit. Even though nobody else would notice that It was wearing the undergarments, I knew they would cause It to be humiliated. I also thought that the silky panties rubbing against Its cock as It walked would cause It to have an erection, furthering Its humiliation. When It finished Its shower, I told It to come out and model the bra and panties for Me. I took a picture of It in my underwear with my digital camera and then packed my camera into my purse. I wanted It to know that at any time I could upload the picture, and other pictures of It in compromising positions, onto my computer at work and email it to everyone in the office. I packed It a lunch while It finished getting ready. Just as we were on our way out the door, I checked to make sure It was still wearing the undergarments. Since I had left It alone in the bedroom while I made Its lunch, I needed to make sure It hadnt decided to secretly take the bra and panties off. As I checked that It was wearing My panties, I rubbed My palm against Its cock, the silk panties against his cock caused an immediate erection just as I had thought they would! It drove us to work. We went about our morning at work as the morning usually went, until I brought It the daily memo from the Head-Honcho down at the executive office. When I walked in Its office to hand It the memo, I locked the door behind me. I closed the shades as well. I instructed It to stand. The command caught It off guard. It did as It was instructed and I unzipped Its pants and opened Its shirt. Oh, if only the people working outside the office door knew what was happening to their beloved boss at this very moment! I laughed out loud to myself. I opened Its desk drawer and took out several objects. I laid them on Its desk. Its eyes widened as I pulled each object out. I took out several sizes of black binder clips and a large rubber band. I rubbed my fingers over Its nipples. I had never done much to them up to this point, but I thought that it was time It experienced the joy of extremely tender buds. As I rubbed Its left nipple with one finger, I picked up a small binder clip with my other hand. I opened the jaws of the clip and snapped it onto Its nipple. It bit Its lip, trying to hold in a scream. I did the same to Its other nipple. I then knelt before It, pulled down Its panties and slapped Its cock. I spread Its legs apart and lifted Its balls. I picked up a larger black binder clip and applied the clip on the flesh between Its balls and anus. Lastly, I wrapped the large rubber band around Its cock and balls several times, not enough to cause them to lose circulation but enough to be uncomfortable. I flicked the clip back and forth and laughed as It gasped. I commanded It to sit in Its office chair. I took the camera out of my purse and took several pictures of It wearing binder clips and my undergarments. I pulled up Its panties and pants, buttoned Its shirt back up. I warned It that if I found out that It removed the clips before allowed to do so, It would be punished. I then turned and walked out of Its office. Several times over the next hour, It sent me text messages and emails begging me to allow It to remove the binder clips. I told It that I would come help It remove them when I brought It lunch in two hours. When lunchtime rolled around, I walked into Its office with Its lunchbox. I sat on his desk and propped my feet up on Its chair, revealing my nude, shaven pussy. Heres your first course. It knelt on the floor and licked wildly at my cunt. I then allowed It to remove the binder clips and the rubber band. Next, I handed It a thermos. It opened the thermos to find it empty. Put that pathetic excuse for a cock in the thermos and fill it with cum. Do not stop cumming until the whole thermos is full. I ordered. It stroked Its cock rapidly and tried to cum. Since youre having such a hard time completing the task, I will be forced to do it for you. I reached down and yanked Its hard, seven-inch cock. It soon began spewing cum into the thermos. When the thermos was about half full, It looked as if It was going to pass out. I commanded It to stand and I took hold of Its balls. I slapped them around a few times and watched as the slapping made Its cock rise again. I jerked Its cock off again and then squeezed Its balls to wring out every last drop of cum It had inside. It collapsed to the floor. I wrapped my lips around Its cock, bringing It back to consciousness. It sat down at Its desk and I showed It what was in Its lunch. I had made It a sandwich, a bowl of soup, and a four-ounce baby bottle of My milk. It thanked me for lunch and I left the office, taking the thermos full of cum with me for later adventures. |
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12/1/2006 10:00 pm |
I'm very glad you enjoyed it... damn, i'm such a approval whore. How are the ice-filled film canisters on those nips going? I bet it feels amazing and looks great too. Ta-tas for now, ~A
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12/2/2006 9:01 am |
yeah i had that problem with canisters too, even without ice in them. I think you'll find that the water bottles work better. Ta-tas for now! ~A
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12/3/2006 11:51 am |
glad you enjoyed it! and yes, i really am more of a sub- even when i try to write from the other side, it eventually turns into "me" being submissive, you'll find that in the next chapter i'll be posting soon. ta-tas for now! ~A
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