I am a secretary in a small firm. People mostly mind their own business here. No sweat! I have a few simple tasks to do here, including checking emails. I filter the unwanted ones and send the important ones to the boss’ id.
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But what I miss in the few hours of the day I am working is my alternate life. My BDSM life. I miss the twinks who call me Lady Tyranna. I miss the nighttimes when I am a totally different person.
However, luckily, I wasn’t meant to live a double ! identity for long. One particular day when the company email inbox was sluggish, I thought I would check mine, which was decidedly more adventurous. I logged in on my alternate id which only a few selected people knew and saw what I had got. There was a very interesting one among the dozens of others – “Still punished. Still naked. Still tied. Waiting for Lady T for release. – Slave Cole.”
I enjoyed that one. The sight of slave Cole sitting with his legs and torso tied to the computer chair where I sat this morning made me horny. I shot a reply. “Don’t email. Your punishment increases. – Lady T.” As I hit the ‘send’ button, I became aware I was being watched. Indeed I was, my boss was staring on the moni! tor like a hawk.
It was a good 10 minutes after which he called me in. I was nervous, but not worried. What I was personally was none of his business.
It was casual talk, at least for a while. He gave me some work. I was readying to move out, when he said, “I love it too.” At first, I didn’t understand. Then he rolled up his sleeves. I saw them. I saw his wrists. They had red marks on them. I instantly understood.
Today, our equation has changed. I am the boss, he is my slave. I am Lady T for him also. Even right now, as I am writing this from his computer in his room, he is down there on the floor – without a stitch on his body and his wrists and ankles tied together. His back is red where he just got the whip. He is eying warily at the huge strap-on on the desk. Everything is set – his time for punishment is now.
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She was wearing a seductive black dress and sipping a whiskey sour. I saw her as I got up to leave, but instead of leaving, I walked up to her. She crossed her legs, and the slit that went up to her navel revealed her naked hip. “No one should drink a whiskey sour alone”, I said, my usual pick up lin! e.
She looked up at me and, in a very commanding tone, said “sit down, and keep me company then”. I immediately sat down, transfixed by her stare. I started making small talk with her when she grabbed my thigh. Not only did it catch me by surprise, it turned me on.
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She ignored the fact that she just grabbed my thigh and continued with the conversation. Her hand inched further and further up my thigh until my dick could sense her. She was down to the maraschino cherry of her drink. She took it out of the glass and sucked it while looking at me. At the same time, her hand grabbed my dick and started stroking it.
We hailed a cab and made our way to her place. I was fingering her sweet pussy and enjoying the wetness while she was stroking my very hard dick all the way to her place. She consumed my kisses with a hunger I hadn’t experienced in a while.
We got to her place and she started ripping my clothes off. “Close your eyes” she said, and she wrapped a blindfold around them. When she handcuffed me to the bed stand, I could not object.
I was enjoying her kisses when she asked me if I wanted her. I moaned yes. When she asked me if I trusted her, I was already too weak to say no. I felt a chill run up my body caused by the uncertainty of what was going to happen.
My hardness instantly dissipated once she placed a frigid washcloth on my dick. Once I went flaccid, she put on a metal cock ring around it. I was beginning to feel uneasy when she stroked my face with her wet fingers. Her cum was all over my face and I could taste it.
I immediately went hard again. Once it grew to the size of the cock ring, it began to hurt. I wanted to scream for the pain to stop but she straddled me and let my dick in her. I had never experienced anything like that before.
The intense pleasure I was feeling, and her screams only made me want to cum. There was something blocking my orgasm – the cock rings. I could tell that at least she was having an orgasm because of the way that she was moaning and screaming. I wish I could see that.
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