Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Wicked Idea: Bury an anal hook with a ring at the end of the handle for a leash deep in your sub while you command them to fuck you and pull them into you, and deeper by the attached leash and toy in their ass. Bonus points for nipple clamps with bells on them so you can tell your pet if you can’t hear their rhythm they aren’t fucking you fast enough. Lastly, you can one by one detach the clamps went they start cumming and make it last forfuckingever.

When I took the job as her personal assistant, I knew she had a reputation as being difficult to work for.

She had told me herself that there would be long hours and that she expected a high level of attention.

And slowly, things started to change. While she was constantly demanding, constantly pushing, there was the occasional bit of praise.

Oddly, instead of being upset, I found myself hunting for those bits. Pushing myself more and more to please her. Until I found myself needing to.

And that was how she slowly worked her way into my mind.

She has made me so much more than her personal assistant, now. And so much less.

I work from home now.

Her home.

I am at her beck and call. The hours are long. Including nights. Including weekends. In fact, 24/7.

But I don't mind. She does the thinking for me, now. I no longer need to dress for work. In fact, I no longer need to dress at all.

And the rewards are endless.

On my knees.

At her feet.

Spiraling into the Void...

"See... made it here after all! And you said I had no sense of direction! I mean... I might have gone a bit of a scenic route but, we're here now."

"Oops! Had a little accident back there, huh? He he... OK, I guess it was a few minutes longer than I'd said. And I was wondering why you'd stopped complaining about needing to pee... well, now I know!"

"Ahh... feels good to stretch my legs. Hey! Come on, babe, coast's clear! You wanna get out quick before someone comes and sees you peed your pants." Emily announced loudly enough that if anyone was around, they'd have turned to look.

She was almost disappointed that it was such a quiet street. Still, she recognised several of her friends' cars, and as they were running late, albeit intentionally on her part, she'd have a few, highly appreciative witnesses soon enough.

Take her hand and bend the knee. You might just live long enough to regret it either way.

Now get my strapon for even asking