Female Boss Assumes Command
It was just me and my boss remaining in the workplace. Jane Redding wasn't your typical beauty, but I was incredibly drawn to her. She treated me poorly, but I would go out of my way to be around her. I yearned to be around her.
Her domineering behavior and confident demeanor fascinated me. She was several inches taller than me and robust without being overweight. Her legs and hips appeared muscular and strong rather than curvaceous.
Her face held my attention. Her eyes locked onto me with a piercing glare. Her strong jaw and cheekbones challenged me. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, but in my imagination, it was me who was chosen. I imagined her lips covering mine, a large hand gripping the back of my neck, keeping me in place, while her tongue ravaged mine. I imagined her tongue filling my mouth, commanding my tongue, and striving for my throat. Even in my daydreams, I never dared to touch her body, just hung limp in her grasp.
Her most astonishing feature was her chest. Her breasts must have been several times the size of any girlfriend I'd ever had. Even daydreaming, I considered them as breasts, too intimidated to think of them as tits or boobs or anything else. Every man in the office found it impossible to avert their eyes from her and instead focused on her face, terrified of getting discovered while wondering what support held them up and out from her chest.
At that moment, there was no one else there in the massive open-plan office. We stayed to finish the papers for the Board the following day. It was light inside, but the outside was dimly lit. Across the street, I could barely make out the pub and the bus stop. However, anyone outside could clearly see us through the large waist-height windows.
At last, my project was completed, and I asked whether I should send it to her. "No. I want to examine it right now before we leave," she instructed. I hit print and walked off to the printers. I had, of course, chosen the one with empty paper, so I spent a few minutes fussing with the machine. Upon my return, she took the paper from me and read it. 'Wait here while I read this,' she commanded.
If I wasn't so enamored, I would have been irritated. I looked for a chair to the side of her desk, but it seemed to have vanished. Hadn't it been there earlier? Had she actually moved it while I reloaded the paper? So, I stood there like a clueless schoolboy in front of his teacher. And somehow it felt good.
As she focused on reading, I stared at her. She was wearing a white, tightly fitted cotton blouse that accentuated her figure without being too revealing. Her black trousers fitted more loosely, not flaunting her powerful hips and legs. I pondered if she worked out or perhaps jogged? A wild thought crossed my mind of her huge breasts struggling against a sports bra, and my cock twitched in response.
Not knowing how to reply, I frantically tried to calm myself down with work-related thoughts. But I was caught. She was gazing up at me. Her head was slightly tilted to one side, her eyebrows raised. She didn't need to say she knew I'd been ogling her. We both understood that, and my face burned so hot that even people at the bus stop could detect my embarrassment. I prayed my growing hardness wasn't obvious. Suddenly, she smiled. "This is actually quite decent," she said. "It's exactly what I required from you." I murmured my thanks. "The issue is, though, that you don't always deliver what I require. Do you understand?"
I didn't comprehend what she meant. I was perplexed. My lips were dry. My face was fiery. My excitedly growing cock was pressing forcefully against my briefs and pointing towards her. What exactly did she mean? In minutes, I would be humiliated and packaging my items for departure.
You seem to have a good argument, but you're not sure how to act on it. I gave a look of surprise and stayed frozen under her gaze. "Certain directors believe my decision to hire you was a mistake. They doubt you have what it takes. But I see a potential in you, that deep down you want to deliver what I need." Under pressure to keep you, she questioned, "So you want to stay here, don't you?"
"Yes. Yes, of course," I answered eagerly.
"However, I need more from you. Complete devotion is required. Will you do what's necessary to remain?"
I panicked. Having recently relocated for my job and taking a hefty loan, I couldn't afford to lose it. I desperately pleaded to remain. "Yes. Anything, if you say the word."
"Interesting," she smiled. "Let's test your resolve. Get down on the floor and strip."
I obeyed her command but hesitated. "People can see us."
"How many people can see us?" She snickered. "Your cubicle walls are only waist height. Get down on the floor and strip, now."
My tone became groveling as I begged. "Please, please don't let me go."
Her brows raised. "Interested. 'People can see us.' Alright, on all fours, and slide even closer."
I scuttled forward until my forehead met her shoe. "Socks."
I removed them and needed a moment to recover before moving on.
"Strip everything off. Now."
Fumbling with my shirt buttons, I stood upright and unbuttoned it, my hands trembling. Her words added another dimension of fear, "Put your clothes neatly on top of your shoes."
I nervously stacked my clothes, but she didn't approve. "Stay on all fours and come closer."
I moved closer until my head was level with her foot. "Socks."
I stopped again.
"Stripped everything and piled your clothes. But still too careless. Fold your clothes neatly and combine it with your shoes."
I hurried in folding my clothes into a neat pile on top of them.
"Stay in that perfect position." She urged. "Closer."
Nervously, I inched closer, my forehead pressed against the foot's sole.
"I won't continue with this game if you're not willing. Strip off your last bits of clothing."
Kneeling down, I removed my shirt slowly and revealed my belt. I maneuvered on my hands and knees, allowing myself a better view of her face. "Strip all of it."
Pulling off my trousers, I moved my body forward until my face was resting on her foot.
"Really?" She asked rhetorically. "Show your affection."
I started breathing deeply, delighting in the scent of her foot. "Yes, I want to give you what you want, but I'm worried about people catching us."
Her heels dug into my forehead. "Careful. And you should be careful not to disappoint your mistress. Open up your legs wider because I want your cock to hang out in the open air. Tenderly kiss my foot. Experiment with the sensation."
Crawling across the floor, I lay on my stomach and pushed apart my knees. I reached over and gently kissed her feet, sucking in her sweet sweaty smell. "Are you hard?"
I hesitated, my erection barely contained. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yes, ma'am?"
"I think something more official is required. Given your current state of submission, kissing my foot on all fours, you should address me by my full name."
"Yes, Mrs. Redding."
She observed me, her foot positioned at the back of her knee. "A fascinating display. However, I can't help but notice your arousal. Can you feel it?"
My face flushed. "Yes."
"Good." She lifted her foot and removed her shoe. Her bare foot glided across my face, resting above my head. She pressed it harder, squashing my nostrils into her sole. My body shuddered in ecstasy. "Take a deep breath. Soak in the intoxicating scent."
As I breathed in deeper, her foot slid backwards, stalling just below my nose. Her heel nudged my lips. "Do you desire it?"
"Yes."
"Lick the bottom of my foot."
Per her instruction, my tongue gently explored the underside of her foot. I then licked from the soft arch to the rougher ball. My exploration continued into the space between her toes.
"Now, I wish to kiss each toe, so let them find their way to your lips. Open up and let them in." I obeyed, letting her toes penetrate my lips as her foot pressed harder into my face. "Smile."
I obeyed but dialectically, smiling and hiding the fact that her toes had stretched my jaw open wide. She tilted the phone, taking a picture of me with a toe on each side of my lips. The negatives of this situation, her foot pressed onto my face and my cock unprotected, gave me so much pleasure, I let out a soft moan.
"Think of another name with which you'll address me."
"Mrs. Redding."
"Wonderful. My name is Dominatrix, not Mrs. Redding. And now, consider your scene of submission particularly grim if you think about it."
My breasts heaved with each soft breath as her toes continued to stretch my jaw. "Dominatrix. Yes, I acknowledge."
He wasn't progressing anymore - I was holding her foot still with my lips, carefully licking the ball and toes with my tongue. I craved her foot, adored it. I expanded my mouth as wide as possible to devour more of it. I was beyond rational thought. I had a strange image of ingesting her foot as if I were deep-throating a massive penis. I began to nod my head.
'Good boy.' My mind spun, and I couldn't fathom any other scenario apart from this, yet suddenly she drew her foot away from my gaping mouth. She scrutinized it with a touch of disgust. 'Lick your spit off,' she commanded. I bent forward excitedly to lick her skin once again, licking up my saliva from her foot.
I took a step back to assess my progress and she ordered me to bow my head. She wiped her foot in my hair, then stood up, slipping her shoe back on. 'Follow me, darling.'
She briskly walked away across the vast office. I was perplexed about what to do next. I couldn't stand up because of the huge windows. I supposed the term 'darling' was a clue and hastened after her on all fours. My achingly hard cock swayed as I attempted to keep up. The abrasive flooring scraped my knees, yet I cared not. I had to catch up with those feet. At the entrance to the staff kitchen, she halted and waited for me. 'Retrieve the first aid kit and the box of gloves.'
I rushed into the kitchen to locate them, pondering if she was about to dress my knees. Grabbing the two boxes, I turned back to see if she approved. But she had already advanced. I limped after her on my hands and knees, my hands now occupied with the belongings. She was in the doorway of the disabled toilet and stepped inside instantly as I spotted her.
This sizable room was a properly equipped space, equipped with a hoist and a trolley bed for the disabled. 'Stand up and place those on the end of the trolley.' She retrieved a pair of blue gloves, put them on her hands with a degree of gravity amidst our faces. My fixed eyes never shifted from hers. We were locked in a gaze.
I didn't even recognize her lowering her hands. I gasped open-mouthed as she abruptly pinched my right nipple arduously with the fingers of her left hand. Air whooshed out of me with force as she clung onto it firmly. The intensity of the pain was unbearable. Then, using her right hand, she seized my cock firmly at its root. She powerfully dragged her hand along it, squeezing from the base to the tip. She mercilessly squeezed the end and later raised her hand in front of my face, the digits gleaming with pre-cum.
She smiled, smearing some on my nostrils before rubbing the remainder on my tongue. My right nipple now throbbed in misery, despite her letting go. She rotated me to the side and bent me over on the trolley, one hand on the back of my head, pushing my face onto the paper covering. I heard her open the first aid box and then she pulled my hands to the small of my back and bandaged my wrists together.
She loomed behind me. 'Spread your feet apart.' She wedged my cock between her hands, pulling it back towards her. 'Legs packed close together now and keep them still.' Then, using another bandage, she tightened my upper legs together, from mid-thigh to my knees. My wire-rigid cock and testicles were now trapped behind my tightly bound legs.
She stood up. 'Isn't this enjoyable?' My lips moved ambiguously. 'Isn't this entertaining?' 'Yes, Ms. Redding.'
'Good boy. You've performed well. A bit reluctant, but it's your initial time. It only requires some direction. A little bit of carrot and stick.' As she'd said carrot, she had traced her fingertips down the underside of my cock, pausing to tickle the spot near the glans. As she said stick, her hand struck the underside of my cock with full force. The shock and bewilderment caused me to utter like a child. No one had ever inflicted anything similar on me.
Now, she pinched the skin beneath the crown of my cock severely and pulled it backwards away from my legs. I couldn't grasp whether this was paradise or purgatory. She started to roll the stretched skin between her thumb and forefinger. Then, using the palm of her other hand, she embraced the end of my cock, commencing a circular motion.
The tip of my cock seemed so sensitive and overstimulated. My entire body commenced to jiggle, and I erupted. The pinching fingers halted and that hand enveloped my cock, pumping softly as I came and orgasmed longer than I've ever ejaculated, my semen collecting into her palm.
'There's a fine lad. Give it your all.' She pumped in and out until my body ceased shaking. Then, she inserted two fingers into the root of my cock close to my anus and forcibly slid them straight down my cock, draining it completely.
"What a night, huh? That was quite the load, too." I can't even respond, still basking in the euphoria and tiredness. "So, what do we do with all that gooey cum? Am I going to make you lick it off my hand? Nah, maybe not this time. I'll just have to wipe it off."
Her gloved fingers are now in my ass. She's wiping my cum off them and spreading it across my hole and crack. "Here you go. Doesn't that look good? The freshly fucked look," she chuckles. "It's not too realistic though, I guess. This ass looks too tight and pale to be freshly fucked. Maybe I should call my husband over and tell him it's his lucky night. He's always wanted to try anal. He can give you that gaping, raw look. Shoving his cock into you while I spank him." I shiver.
"Have you ever had anything shoved into this hole before, even your own finger?" "No, Mrs. Redding."
"Hmmm, so many new experiences. Pain and pleasure. But not tonight." She leans over me, pushing her magnificent breasts against my back. Her mouth by my ear. "I own you now. You're all mine. No one else will ever make you feel the way it feels to satisfy me. You're going to do whatever I tell you to do. You're going to push yourself to please me, to earn my rewards. To feel that way again." Her tongue snakes into my ear, wriggles around, then retreats.
"I'm going to untie your hands. But you're not moving a single millimeter. You'll stay right here until you hear me call out goodbye and leave. You understand?" "Yes, Mrs. Redding."
"Are you going to follow orders?" "Yes, Mrs. Redding."
"Good boy. When I'm done, clean up in here and get yourself home." She leaves the room, turning off the light. I'm lying there in the dark, trying to comprehend what just happened. I could have moved, but I didn't move a muscle. I was a good boy in the dark, feeling my wet and cold cum sliding down my crack toward my cock. Just breathing and nothing else.
Suddenly, she's back outside. "Goodnight Darren, don't forget the cleaners start at seven, or is it six-thirty?" Then nothing.
"Sh*t! The cleaners! I leap up and promptly stumble in the dark, my thighs still bound together. I roll over to the wall and flick on the light. There are scissors in the first aid kit to cut off the bandages. I frantically shove everything into the bin, not even stopping to wipe the cum from my crack. All I can think of is getting back into my clothes and out of the building before the cleaners arrive."
I dash out into the office, my knees aren't strong enough to sit on, so I do this weird, awkward crawl across the office to my clothes. Thankfully, we never put in CCTV. But my clothes aren't there. Nothing on the floor by her desk but my phone and keys. She hid my clothes.
The btch. The fcking, fcking, unbelievable btch. I rummage through her desk draws but no clothes. Check my desk, but nothing. I frantically scan the room. What am I going to do? How will I get through the front reception area and out to my car?
Finally, I notice a red coat on the coat stand. It's a woman's coat, but it'll have to do. Once it's on, I can finally stand up and rush into the reception area. I extinguish all the office lights and run back to the toilet. I grab the first aid kit and gloves and throw them into the kitchen cupboard and run out to my car.
As I take a sigh of relief, my phone buzzes, and a text arrives. "Well done pet. I knew you could do it." I look around outside but can't see her car, so I'm not strolling around in the red coat.
It beeps again. "That was just an easy peasy introduction! If you stay, it's going to get more intense. I think you're going to stay. I think you loved it." Another beep. "By the way, your clothes are behind the driver's seat. Goodnight pet. Don't be late in the morning."
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