My secret femdom adventure was about to become very real and extremely public!
Getting it over with, I walked straight into my boss Rudy’s office. My face burned as I delivered my line: “Angel says thanks for last night. My Mistress loves your big dick and hopes you’ll join us for dinner tonight. Please say you will, Sir?” Stifling a groan, I escaped the room as his laughter echoed behind me. My secret femdom adventure was no longer “secret!”
Fuck, I’d never been so humiliated. Concealed beneath my jeans, Angel’s lacy panties cradled my aching dick and tingling balls. Between the panties and thoughts of my Goddess, my poor dick throbbed painfully all day long. Finally, the workday ended. I returned to Angel, quickly kneeling at her feet.
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Although she wore ordinary jeans paired with a cropped tee, she looked as devastating as always. Grinning, Angel pointedly looked over my shoulder, asking why I hadn’t invited Rudy to join my secret femdom adventure. My face crumpled as she laughed. Serious now, she ordered me to strip down to my panties and kneel again, this time with my wrists crossed behind my back.
Walking around me in a slow circle, she mockingly commented how impressive it was that I’d managed to go a whole day without stroking myself. Face on fire, I felt ridiculously proud even while repeating her words, confessing that I had “self-control issues.” Furthermore, she made me admit that I just couldn’t help acting like a submissive little slut.
“And since you’re acting like a nympho, it’s time you dressed the part!”
First, Angel laced me into a tight red corset that literally took my breath away. Next, garters clipped to sheer, silky stockings. Then, a tight, cheap black dress that was indecently short. Last but not least, she watched as I slid my feet into black pornstar peep-toe pumps. After that, I stood still for her inspection.
Then, the interrogation began. The hard, authoritative edge in her voice aroused me so much that I could barely answer her questions. Firstly, did I realize what a manwhore I’d been lately? Moreover, why couldn’t I stop jerking off constantly? And finally, did I know what happens to girls who behave like total sluts? I stammered, trying to avoid the truth. My Mistress answered it herself, in a cold, hard voice:
“When a girl acts like a slut, she gets fucked like a whore.”
The words hung in the air as I stared at her, my heart pounding. Angel rose and told me to wait, saying that since I’d dressed for her, she would put something on for me. Trembling, I waited. Nothing could have prepared me for what came next.
I felt the blood drain from my face as I saw the big, hard strap on bouncing from the harness she wore over her jeans. Instinctively clamping my thighs together, I edged backward.
But there was nowhere to run. I wobbled on the stiletto heels as she grabbed my hair, pulling me onto my knees. Lifting my chin, she looked into my eyes, her gaze compelling. “One more time. What happens to a girl who acts like a slut? TELL ME.”
I began to plead, ‘Please, my Queen…please…”
“Obviously, you’re BEGGING for subby training,” she growled as she twisted a hand deep into my hair, roughly yanking my head back. I gasped as the massive dildo bobbed obscenely in my face. Before I could protest, she shoved the huge knob between my lips. When I tried to push her away, she slapped my face. Hard.
My secret femdom adventure begins now!
I could hear the smile in her voice as she whispered coaxingly into my ear. “You had one chance to learn the easy way. So now I get to teach you the…not-so-nice way. This doesn’t have to get really nasty, though. Indeed, if you’ll suck it like a good girl, I’ll be gentle. Mostly. Don’t worry, you don’t have to like it the first time. Now, open wide!”
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