This is one of my RP stories.  It's a snap shot of some things I enjoy, and some things with which I was experimenting. Some will like it all, some readers will not.  That's not a problem if you are interested in me-- we all have preferences, and I'm a flexible Dom and have very varied interests.

Your Boss Says 1
You come in for an interview for a receptionist job. The office is fashionable, and comfortable. Of course you dress a bit conservatively, but not without showing off your ample assets. I mention that the job pays well, when I tell you how much, it's better than you expected. You notice I carefully watch your face during the interview, but it's clear I enjoy checking out your sweet cleavage, and when you leave and turn to say thank you, you see I'm intently watching your ass. I look up from your ass, and smile at you. You tell me you really need this job, and with it's salary, it'll solve some money problems you need to take care of. I say I'll take that into account.
I call you later that day to tell you you have the job. I offhandedly mention that in addition to being qualified, you will provide a lovely look to the office, that's why your salary is considerably higher than you could get at any similar job. This makes you feel good, and over the next few days, I compliment you on your look, and you can tell I like the way you dress when it is more sexy.
Several times a day I open my office door, and standing there, ask you to come in to take some notes, you have to squeeze by me to enter the room, your big tits brushing up against my chest as you slide past me into the office. You can tell I enjoy that feeling. As I sit behind my desk, and you sit in the chair opposite, I frequently hand you things to ship out or take around the office, and you have to lean forward to take them-- you can tell I very much like to look down your low cut sweaters as I hand you things.
You know I can tell you are a bit flattered by my attentions, and on the second week I call you into my office and I tell you "you've done a good job and deserve a bonus." I take out a crisp 100 dollar bill, fold it long-wise so it is stiff, and slide it down your cleavage, saying, "that'll buy you some nice 'fuck-me' pumps to wear to the office party tomorrow night." You look a bit sheepish, and I continue: "attendance is mandatory." You retreat from my office.
The next day you wear a turtle neck, slacks and flats. I don't call you into my office. Each time I pass you I ignore you, I act as though you don't exist. When you get back from lunch I stand in my doorway and say, "time for some dictation." You get a pad and pencil. You have to squeeze past me to enter my office, but this time I press you against the door jamb as you slide past me, you can feel my cock is hard inside my pants. I close the door.
"The party is right after work, but you're not dressed." You start to explain but I don't let you. "I gave you money for some "fuck-me pumps," did you buy them? "Not yet, I'm sorry" you say. "Ok," I say, "I don't want your apology. If you want to work here, you are to go out and buy them." "Yes," you answer. "That's Yes Sir!" "Yes, Sir," You answer. "Good. And one more thing."
I open my desk drawer and pull out a lovely, expensive, push-up bra and matching thong, and say, "these will look great on you. You will wear them to the party along with your 'fuck-me pumps,' or don't come back tomorrow." I wait for your answer. "Yes...," you say, I stare down at you, "Yes, Sir."
"Good. Now go," I say. You get up, but I walk to the doorway ahead of you. As you squeeze past me I run my hand over your ass and give a little squeeze. "I expect to SEE that you are wearing these, at the party."
Then I hand you the thong and bra as you emerge from my office into the busy reception area.
You run out the door, embarrassed, clutching the bra and thong.

Your Boss Says 2
All the way home you feel self-conscious carrying the sexy thong and bra along the street. As you get less nervous, you realize it's actually sort of fun, as everyone looks at you and you can tell they're all thinking about how you'll look almost naked, wearing just the tiny, shear, lacy thong, and the sexy push-up.
Trying to satisfy your boss, you shop at the shoe store. At first, you look for some heels that could pass as "fuck-me pumps" but that you could wear anywhere, without drawing a lot of attention.
Then, as you shop, you start to have fun, and think, "what the fuck, he wants me to have 'fuck-me pumps,' that's what I'm going to get!"
You leave the store, the most bondage looking heels you've ever seen in the box under your arm.
Not only are they the tallest heels you've ever worn, but they have cuffs at the ankle that say "tie me up and use me!"
At home, you get kinda hot as you try on the shoes and the very small, see-through lacy thong-- you look so very fuckable. Then you discover not only is the bra a balcony bra that lifts your boobs beautifully from underneath, but it's very low cut and leaves your nipples exposed, over the top. You decide if this is what he wants, you'll "show him!"
You pull on the black open-knit mini-dress from the back of your closet, the one you've always been too nervous to wear. Just putting it on makes you even more excited. It's low-cut neckline, and the balcony bra makes your boobs look like they're ready to pop right out of the top of the dress. You feel your nipples harden, and they are clearly visible, poking forward in the soft knit fabric. It looks like you can even see a little pink through the knit.
You turn to see you ass in the mirror, held snugly by the short skirt of the dress-- it's barely long enough. The shoes are so tall it makes you a little dizzy. You smooth the dress over your tits and as it feels so good, you suddenly discover yourself squeezing your nipples. Soon you're laying on the bed, your dildoe pushing the little thong to the side as you think about me grabbing you and fucking you at the party in front of everyone. It's an exciting little fantasy, but you know I'd never dare do anything like that. But you let yourself enjoy the fantasy, sliding the dildoe in and out as you stroke your clit with your other hand and you cum hard, and again, and a third time.
When you open your eyes, you realize you have to hurry to the office party. You suddenly feel very nervous about wearing such a revealing and sexy outfit, but there isn't time to change now. You hurry out the door.

Your Boss Says 3
All the way back to work you feel exposed and wish you had put a trench coat over your skimpy little "fuck-me" outfit. You try pulling the short skirt down, but that exposes more of your boobs, and when you try to cover a little more of your boobs, the skirt pulls up. You feel vulnerable one moment, and the next, you realize your enjoy the attention, and being so exposed, unbelievably, makes you wet.
When you arrive at work, you can hear that everyone has gathered in the lounge, you peek through the doorway. It was one thing more or less flashing everyone on the way back to work, but here, you suddenly feel a little humiliated-- all these people know you, and they'll all see you tomorrow. You feel your nipples stiffen, and ache.
You retreat to the ladies' room, just to make sure you're not getting your little thong too wet. You are a little wet, it's true. You slip your finger inside the thong, then sniff your finger, just to make sure you don't smell too strongly. You dry your pussy, so you won't drip as you walk. You feel your heart pounding like it was your first date, or the first time you undressed for sex.
Everything sort of under control, you tell yourself you can't afford to lose this job, and, chin up, you prance out of the ladies' room, down the hall, and into the lounge-- they'll just think you ARE a Blonde, and they'll forgive everything if you giggle enough.
The other employees are talking and joking and seem to be having an ok time. You notice that the men look at you and your skimpy outfit with lust, and the women are a little catty. As you pass you hear the word "blonde" whispered or muttered under the breath. You giggle or good measure. There are drinks, and basic party noshes, and along one wall is a counter topped with small food boxes. You see I'm looking at you, and I smile. You get yourself a glass of wine in hopes it will relax you, and realize you are sweating. Your nipples are bullets.
Just as you are about to try to chat with someone, you hear me say,"now that we're all here and you each have a drink, it's time for the "Taste Quiz." You turn to the salesmen beside you, to ask, but everyone seems to know just what the quiz is, and they've all turned toward the counter with the boxes on it.
One by one each employee is blindfolded and sits or leans against the counter. Another employee opens one of the containers and pulls out a taste of the food in it, and feeds it to the blindfolded person. That person has to identity what kind of food it is. It's funny, everyone is having a good time.
You start to relax. There are various kinds of spicy foods, chocolate deserts, even a glass of wine.
Finally I step back to the counter and I call you up. All eyes turn on you, and you try to walk gracefully in your fuck-me heels. I step between you and the counter and tie on the blindfold. The room sounds uncomfortably quiet. Suddenly you feel my hands slide up your thighs and grab your waist as you fly through the air and land, bare-assed, on the counter. A gasp fills your ears. I push your skirt back down between your thighs, saying "so sorry," and you realize I must have lifted your skirt, showing everyone the little lacy thong, and your pussy, as I lifted you onto the counter.
You feel your face flush as you squeeze your thighs tightly together, your nipples harden again, and your pussy surges with moisture.
The room buzzes with whispering. You can make out "What a BB!" and someone asks what that means, "Bosses Bimbo." Again, you feel self-conscious, you feel yourself sweating, it's so hard not being able to see anything. You hear a combination of little gasps, ohhs! and giggles.
Something hard touches your lips. I say, suck it, don't bite it.
You feel it pushing firmly against your lips again, and you open a little. In comes something hard, and round, and it tastes like chocolate. Maybe it's a chocolate sucker, but it grows into your mouth, and its the size and shape of a chocolate cock. I push it in and pull it out, and again. Your mouth waters and you have to suck to keep your juices from dripping out.
And you feel my fingers squeezing your nipple. In the crowd you hear lots of murmurs. And as the big chocolate cock works your mouth, you can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. The chocolate taste is intoxicating, but you can't understand how, in front of all those employees, I can be fucking your mouth and teasing your nipple. My hot breath is in your ear and I whisper, you're getting the counter all wet.

Your Boss Says 4
You feel your face flush again. You feel the sucker pulled out of your mouth so suddenly that you drool down your cleavage. The blindfold is suddenly gone and you watch me dry your cleavage with a napkin in front of the ogling crowd.
A voice calls out, "Let's all go to Murphy's pub!"
You hear me say, "You all have a great time-- we'll clean up," as I rub the napkin across your big boobs, the soft paper teasing your sensitive nipples, under your dress as I whisper, "I wouldn't move unless you want everyone to see that big wet spot." You sit and watch everyone leave, super aware that your thong is soaked.
Beside you on the counter you see the chocolate covered banana I must have fucked your mouth with.
I tell you to clear the things off the counter.
You stand, a little wobbly on your 5" heels, and turn around to see what you need to clear up. You have to reach, and bend forward to snag the containers. And you feel my hand slide between your thighs, and up to your pussy.
I push the thin fabric of the thong between your lips, and begin to stroke around your clit. You gasp for air, and suddenly my other hand is inside the top of your dress, cupping your tit. I stroke your clit slowly, circling it, careful not to put too much pressure on it at first. You feel it engorging, growing, and responding as the soft fabric of the thong rubs it. Your hole longs to be filled. My hand feels warm on your breast as I massage it and toy with your nipple.
My finger in your pussy is more insistent, now rubbing your hard swollen clit full on. Overwhelmed, you may not be able to hold off cumming any longer. Suddenly my hand pulls off your boob, and you hear my zipper. Your first thought is "oh don't," but then the thought of me pushing into your wet pussy, without asking, intensifies your excitement, you know you could cum just by being entered. But first your feel my hot hard cock rubbing your outer thigh, and my hand returns to your nipple. My fingers press on your clit until you're breathless. And I stop, just when you were about to cum, and cum hard.
You hear me say "Ask nicely." And at first you don't understand my words, so ready to give in to a major orgasm. "Ask nicely," I say again.
"Oh," is all that comes out.
You feel me push on your clit.
"Oh, please,"
"Oh, Please WHAT?" I demand.
"Oh Please, Fuck me," you say in a little voice.
"Say it again, Louder." I start rubbing your clit and you feel the rush of blood pulsate, throb, in your pussy, your head swimming.
"Oh, Please Fuck Me." you get it out between deep breaths, mounting toward climax.
"Sir!" I prod, my fingers accelerating it's pressure on your clit and your nipple.
"Oh Please, FUCK ME, SIR!"
My cock, clearly already wet strokes against your thigh, and the pressure on your clit is almost wonderfully unbearable, you start to swoon, and then I stop again.
You lie on the counter, weak, so close to orgasm, and I shift upwards, toward your face. My swollen cock, tip wet, approaches your mouth.
"Taste me." I say. And you can feel my fingers slowly circling your clit, so pleasurable, but not enough to cum, and you need to cum so badly.
I rub the hot, salty, tip of my cock on your lips, as you slowly part them.
You feel me push inside your yielding mouth. My cock is so big, so hot.
And you feel my finger straining against the lace of your thong, trying to enter your wet hole.
My hard cock slides in and out of your mouth, and you start to suck it.
I circle your clit, pressing.
"That's a good little Bimbo," I say.
& I push my cock in and out faster, you can feel it swelling in your mouth.
and my finger still tries to find its way into your hungry pussy through the thong.
"Do your job well and there will be rewards."
My cock starts to pulse, rhythmically, you taste little drops of pre-cum
as my finger slips up your pussy to your clit, back down and then up once more, bringing you so close to orgasm. But my finger slides downward again and you feel a strong pressure pushing into your pussy, held back by the lace
and suddenly I explode in your mouth,
hot streaming cum as my cock jerks and throbs and fills your mouth and your throat with my hot waves of cum. You suck down every drop.
And then my hot cock softens slightly, and I slide it from your lips, then I roll you over onto your back, on the counter.
"Such a beautiful pussy you have," I say, pushing your dress up to your waist.
I pull the thong down your legs, over your fuck-me pumps, your wet pussy open, longing, available to the whole world.

Your Boss Says 5
"Yes, such a beautiful pussy. Clearly it needs something." Then you feel my hot mouth land right over your clit. I breath warm gusts on it, and gently touch it with my tongue. The throbbing starts again, your clit longing for me to suck it. I lick the length of your pussy, the tip of my tongue gliding up the middle. Then I separate your lips with my tongue, tracing along each side, up, to your clit, down to your hot hole. The heat of my mouth is so soothing, but it is erotic too, and you feel your need to cum returning, harder than before. I circle your clit, my hot tongue nudging it, and you feel the pressure of my tongue teasing your clit. I push harder, and you gasp for breath, my hot tongue covering your clit and gently but insistently stroking it. you feel like your clit must be growing, it must be huge, you wonder if it would poke out of you panties it's so swollen. And I keep massaging it, sucking it, stroking it with my tongue. You feel yourself involuntarily pushing your hips up into to face, rhythmically starting to move toward a huge orgasm.
And then I pull away. No pressure on your clit. Your hips fall down onto the counter, exasperated that I didn't let you cum. But then suddenly you feel strong pressure against your hole, and you feel be pushing my big hot cock against your little resistance. I push in, a little, just enough to open your entrance. You can feel your pussy squeezing back, my cock tight in you. And my fingers find your nipples again, rolling then, squeezing them. You feel like you must cum, and push back trying to draw me deeper inside.
I pull back, but not all the way out. you feel my big head just at the mouth of your pussy. you push toward me to try to draw me back inside. But suddenly I thrust, deeper than before. You gasp, my cock opening you more and pushing deeper inside. And I draw back to the mouth of your pussy, squeezing your nipples firmly, you are anxious to take me deeper inside, but your nipples-- you are hot everywhere. I slip my finger into your pussy, drawing it across your clit. You feel your hole tighten, squeezing my cock hard, and just as you feel your clit engorging again, I thrust in, deeper than before, but stopping short of all the way in. It takes your breath away. I hold there, deep inside you, you squeeze me, holding firmly to my cock, and again you feel your clit as I stroke it, it's almost too much, it would be so wonderful to cum, to relieve the pressure. But you feel my fingers leave your clit and trace their way to your breast, to your nipple-- I squeeze them again, your breasts pulse, they almost hurt with longing to be squeezed. I start squeezing them and this gives you some relief until I draw my hard cock back out of your pussy, stopping, again, just at the mouth, not withdrawing completely. But before you can catch your breath I push in all the way, slapping firmly against your pussy-- you didn't think you were so deep, that I could penetrate you that far. I slide my finger between us, massaging your clit-- you feel like you'll explode. I draw my cock slowly from you, your pussy tightening as I leave, trying to keep me inside. This time I pull out completely; you are breathless, weak, waiting to cum but unable to move.
Suddenly you are aware that I am not touching you. But then you feel my hands on your hair. I turn your face and you feel my hot, wet cock gently pushing against your lips.
“Lick me,” I say.