Domme Girl and her Slutty Boy Boss - Episode 3
The events of the day played through my head as I drove home. The situation was spiraling out of control quickly and I hadn’t the slightest idea of how to regain control of it. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to. I made a stop at the liquor store and bought two bottles of merlot before heading home hoping that the wine would somehow help me clear my mind and make any sense of the situation.
I entered the apartment, threw my phone and my keys on the coffee table in the living room then went into the kitchen looking for a corkscrew. I heard my phone beeping several times from the outside while I was fidgeting with that damn cork so I didn’t really give it much thought. I returned to my living room victorious with an open bottle in one hand and an empty glass in the other. I kicked my shoes off, collapsed on the coach and filled the glass to the brim with the dark red liquid.
Not until I was done with my third drink did I remember that my phone was ringing earlier. I picked it up and saw that I’ve received two text messages from her. Fuck! I thought to myself as I put the wine glass away and opened the messages
“Send me your home address. We’re having dinner at your place tonight”
“Where are you stupid boy?”
I was about to call her, then thought better of it and decided to send her a text message instead with my home address in it.
Three glasses of wine and two trips to the bathroom later, I heard the doorbell ring. I walked to the entrance, straightened up my clothes in an attempt to look sober and opened the door. She looked at me for a couple of seconds before handing me a couple of bags full of all sorts of stuff and pushing me out of her way as she entered. I just stood there for a moment before closing the door and following her into my own living room. “Hmmm… I see someone has been drinking” she said as she held up the now empty bottle and read the label. “Go put these bags in the kitchen boy” she continued “and fetch me an empty glass and another bottle of wine while you’re at it”
I came out of the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of her sitting on my couch with her shoes off and her legs tucked underneath her. She wore a knee length pencil skirt that rode up to reveal a pair of well-tanned thighs topping a pair of well-toned calves. Her feet were small and she had her toe nails painted a dark shade of crimson that perfectly matched the wine we were just about to drink. I set the glass on the table and poured each of us a drink before sitting on the couch next to her. She looked at me in wonder and said “what the fuck do you think you’re doing boy?” I looked at her stupidly, not know what she meant. “Your place is on the floor, I’m sure you already know that” she said in a condescending tone while my stupid look turned into a shocked look. This was my couch for god’s sake, and I was being ordered not to sit on it. I slid down the leather of the couch and lowered myself until I was sitting cross legged on the floor next to her. “Good boy” she said “you didn’t have to pour me two glasses of wine by the way, you could’ve waited till I was done with the first one”. I looked up and said “but that second one is for me.” “Nonsense” she said “you will not be drinking while I’m here. And with that she took her legs out from underneath her and put her feet in my lap. “Massage my feet boy while I try to enjoy your cheap wine”.
I rubbed her pretty feet for more than half an hour while she felt free pouring drinks from my bottle. Her occasional moans were subtle messages reassuring that I was doing a good job. Every once in a while she shifted her feet and rubbed my cock from over my pants while doing so. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional and I didn’t really care. My cock was hard as a rock throughout the whole process. Then all of a sudden she pulled both feet away and said “enough with that boy, now go to the kitchen and look in the bags I brought with me. You’ll find a salmon salad for me and some microwavable chicken for you. Go get them ready and come back to me I’m starving. I came back with two plates in my hand. I placed the one with the salad on the coffee table in front of her and then stood with the other plate in my hands not knowing exactly what to do. She looked at me in amusement and said “what are you waiting for boy? Eat.” I looked back at her, then put my plate on the floor and sat down in front of it. She gave me a pat on the head and said “good boy, you’re learning fast.”
After we were done eating, she ordered me to go wash the dishes while she prepared dessert. I didn’t really understand the part about dessert, but I picked both dishes up and went to the kitchen to wash them.
When I came back she was still sitting on the couch toying with the knife that she just used to eat her salad. She looked at me as I stood there in front of her again not knowing what to do. “Take your clothes off” she said in a firm voice. I looked at her trying to figure out if she was kidding. “Now” she barked and I started to take off my clothes as fast as I could. In a few seconds I was standing in my living room fully naked with a stranger sitting on my couch and enjoying the view. “Tell me boy, do you like ginger?” she said in a playful tone. “Emmm not really my Queen, no” I replied. “Shame” she said “guess you’ll have to learn to like it”. With that she slouched back into the couch and ordered me to get on all fours on the coffee table with my backside towards her.
I felt so exposed with my legs spread wide and my cock and balls dangling in the air right in front of her. But she seemed to enjoy the view and at that moment that was all that mattered. I felt her hands on my ass tracing the outlines of my cheeks with her fingers. My cock was getting harder and I was sure that she could see the drops of pre cum forming at its tip. Then she spread my cheeks and I felt a finger pushing against my butthole. I tried to relax a little and it slipped right inside. I have to admit that it felt good having that little finger fucking my butthole. The finger was finally pulled out and I felt something wider pushing against my butthole. I assumed it was a butt plug similar to the one that she gave me to wear at work, so I relaxed my butthole as she pushed the plug in then slouched back into the couch.
A couple of minutes later as I was starting to get bored I felt a burning sensation building up inside my asshole. In a matter of seconds I was howling like a wolf who has just had his ass set on fire. And that’s when the blows spanks started. She stood up behind me and started to land full swinged spanks on my ass. The spanks themselves were bearable, but for some reason every spank seemed to stoke the fire inside my asshole. I tried to stand up, but she held me firmly in my place using her other hand. I was screaming, crying and begging her to make the pain go away, while she was laughing out loud and continuing to land spank after spank on my ravaged behind. After 20 minutes of white hot pain, the burning sensation finally started to subside and my brain started working again. I had no clue what on earth could cause such pain, but I was too afraid to ask. So I just stayed there taking my spanking like a good boy.
The spanking finally stopped and she turned around and held up my tearstained face in the palm of her hand while looking me straight in the eye. “Do you know what that was boy?” she asked. “No Queen, I don’t” I replied in a soft broken voice. “That was ginger, it can have such effect when inserted in buttholes” she said, “as I said before you’ll have to learn to like it.” She let go of my face and went back to the couch to collect her belongings. “Since you’ve been a good boy today, you have my permission to play with yourself until you cum” she told me as she gave me two good boy spanks. “See you at work tomorrow” she said as she closed my apartment door behind her and I came all over my coffee table.
