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The doorbell rang at exactly half past eight. This was the second time I would be seeing him this week and he knew exactly what to do to get on my good side. Last time I greeted him at the door wearing a Seifuku, a traditional Japanese school girl uniform.
Today I was clad in black leather thigh boots with sharp stiletto heels, a leather pencil skirt, my navy satin pussy bow shirt and my silver rimmed glasses. I opened the door with a stern look on my face.
“You are late, you useless piece of shit.” I greeted him.
We had previously discussed his desires and fetishes and I knew the kind of fantasy he needed.
His eyes darted away from my gaze, and towards the ground.
“How long have you worked for me loser, and still you wear your dirty sneakers and grimy old Hawaiian shirt to work. Do you have no respect for yourself, no sense of professionalism or responsibility for your job?”
“I am sorry Miss.”
“I am not your Miss, I am your Boss and you will address me as such.”
“Yes Boss, I am sorry for being late and inappropriately dressed.” He stammered.
He followed behind as we walked up the stairs into my dungeon. I sat down onto the leather chair.
“Take off your disgraceful unprofessional attire and hand me this months wage.”
He quickly removed his clothes and threw it in a corner and started rummaging in his backpack for the envelop of money I had instructed him to bring.
“Is this what your mother taught you? Did she teach you to throw your clothes in a corner you incompetent sniveling piece of garbage. Pick it up and fold it properly! Can you please do one thing right?”
He looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and started breathing heavily, stammering, “Yes Boss. Sorry Bossy. I will try harder Boss.”
I could see his hard cock twitch every time he uttered Boss.
“Trying isn’t good enough. I want results. If you keep trying and trying but you fail every single time, then what is the point. I don’t care how hard you have to work your pointless existence, I only care if you can do it right.”
It was only the first 15 minutes of our session and his cock was already getting all dribbly with precum.
“Look at that horny cock of yours, it’s a dribbly mess. If you were wearing any trousers, that precum would have seeped right through your pants onto the front of your miserable trousers. For goodness sake, have some self control.”
“Sorry Boss. I can’t help it. When I see you looking so sternly at me I get nervous and aroused.”
“That is not an excuse. I know what you have been doing multiple times a day during work hours.”
“I know you have been watching porn on the internet and jerking off in the bathroom up to 7 times a day. You horny pathetic incompetent bastard. I will have to punish you for that, to teach you some self control.”
“Yes Boss. I deserve to be punished Boss.”
“Ha! Utterly pathetic, you have nothing to say for yourself? No words of defense, no excuses for your inappropriate unprofessional behaviour?”
“No Boss, I am a sorry excuse for a man, I keep trying and trying…” He utters as his eyes begin to glaze with tears.
“…and I’m still an incompetent excuse.” He finishes.
“And be taught you shall! I see you staring at me, gooning over my pencil skirts, elegant curves and sharp pointy heels. Your eyes light up every time you hear my heels clack on the floor as I approach to reprimand you for your incompetence. I know you secretly dream of fucking me.”
He hangs his head in shame.
“In fact it is not a secret, the whole office can hear you in the mens room jerking off, moaning about fucking my pussy.” I jeered.
His cock got even more excited as I exposed him of his indiscretions. He couldn’t help but reach towards his pathetic dick and began mindlessly stroking.
I kicked his hand aside with my sharp black stiletto heel and leaned in towards him. I could smell the scent of his cheap cologne fighting a losing battle with his nervous sweat.
“You are so utterly delusional if you think that your pathetic existence would ever even come close to being near my pussy, let alone fuck me.” I whispered into his ears.
He shivered at the sound of my voice. I turned him around, charlie horsed him and had him on his knees.
“Instead, I’m going to fuck you with a shiny red cock to punish you and humiliate you for your disgusting violating fantasies. Unprofessional incompetent losers are only holes to be used and abused by me. Do you understand?”
I unzipped my leather pencil skirt to reveal black shiny latex hotpants and a sliver of tantalizing naked skin just before the edge of my shiny leather boots.
He was stunned at the sight of the reveal. His eyes widened with pleasure.
I quickly strapped on my leather harness and red cock and pushed him onto all fours.
“You are such a loser, look at you all naked on your hands and knees like an animal. I don’t want you to squirm away you spineless piece of shit so I’m going to strap you down onto this bondage bed before I fuck your little hole raw.”
“Miss… no… I am afraid… Miss please…” He whined as his cock continued to twitch and leak precum.
“My goodness, your leaky cock is spilling your disgusting filth all over the floor. Silence your whining! Losers need to be taught a lesson. Be grateful that you are being retrained rather than being fired.”
“Thank you Miss..” He whined.
“What did I say about Miss. I am your Boss!”
Before he could finish his apology, I thrusted my generously lubricated cock deep into his well trained asshole.
“Uhnnnn…” he grunted in pleasure.
I grabbed him by his waist and started to fuck him doggy style. Thrusting slowly in and out grinding my hips in a wave motion so I could stimulate all the sensitive nerves in his anal canal.
He moaned and whined.
“You disgust me loser. This will teach you not to jerk off at work. You will not to make your lewd thoughts and sounds public domain for all of your coworkers to ridicule. This will teach you not to have the gall to ever fantasize about fucking me you dirty disgusting piece of pathetic filth.”
“Yes Boss, teach me!!” He moaned and heaved.
I started thrusting faster and harder as his grunts and moans got more and more intense. Every couple of minutes I would slap his pasty white bottom like an animal and laugh at the hilarity of his pathetic existence.
The whole room was filled with a cacophony of grunts, moans and sounds of ecstatic pleasure. The pleasure and sounds that he created from being humiliated and fucked fed my soul and I could feel myself being aroused by the situation.
I pull my cock out and cleaned us off. Grabbing a handful of his soft mousy hair I yank his head up. His eyes met mine and they were gleaming with perversion, desire and arousal. His pupils were dilated and a small trickle of drool fell from his gaping mouth.
“You disgust me.”
“Thank you Boss, Thank you for fucking me. I feel like my life is fulfilled.”
“Pathetic! Getting your asshole fucked raw is all you want to to be fulfilled in life. You are so incompetent, unambitious and useless. Every time I see your perverted little eyes I want to beat the shit out of you!”
“Boss no… I’m scared to be beaten, what if it hurts.”
I grabbed him by his nipple pull him close and slapped him across the face.
Pulling him close from behind his neck I pressed my breasts into him and whispered,
“You stupid sniveling loser, I want to see you suffer for your incompetence so every time you go to work you will hear the sounds of my heels and fear will motivate you to work harder.”
He dropped to his knees. I pushed his head towards the ground and sunk my shiny red nails into his back and tugged at his skin leaving five aggressively red streaks across his back.
I pulled his arms between his kneeling legs and skillfully hogtied him with some rope. His ass was pasty white and pointing at the ceiling. His hard cock and saggy balls hung in-between his legs so exposed and vulnerable. I attached a leather strap around the based of his cock and balls and connected it to a leash so I could aggressively yank at his family jewels whenever I felt he was not giving me his entire attention.
“First things first, something needs to be done about that pasty white ass of yours. I want to tear up your skin and leave you with painful marks all over so you are constantly reminded of your incompetence and failings as a human being.” I teased as I yanked the handle attached to his cock with a swift upwards motion.
He squealed and I spat on his pathetic body. I began to spank his ass with my bare hands. Rhythmic cracks sounded with each smack against his skin. He was beginning to sweat from the pain and his moans and whines got louder and louder.
His bottom was warming up from the spanks. I love warming up someone’s ass – the more I begin to build up the pain and make them suffer for me, the more excited and satisfied I become. I adore giving out pain and doling out corporeal punishment.
“Please Boss!” He begged.
For what I didn’t know. I stopped spanking him and started sensually rubbing his bottom to give him a little break. Then I took a blindfold and covered his eyes. He would not be able to see the different tools of his suffering.
“Boss, I am so afraid, not being able to see makes this so much more scary and intense.”
I grabbed my leather flogger and began dragging the leather falls gently along his back.
“Does it now?” I teased.
His bottom may have been flaming hot but the rest of his body was cool from the sweat. I dragged my sharp nails across his back again.
“ughhhnnnn!” He grunted in pain.
Meanwhile I stood up and began flogging his bottom and upper back first with a gentle windmill motion then a figure 8. Crack, crack, crack, crack the leather falls scraped against his bottom deepening the red marks on his ass. In addition every so often I would pause and flog him with a powerful stroke making him cry out in pain.
He was breathless from the adrenaline of the pain and pleasure and I could see that the gradual buildup of pain was pushing him deeper and deeper into sub space. This little loser was warm, melted putty in my hands.
I continued my flogging for a little longer before I switched to my cane. He was getting too used to this intensity and I needed to turn it up a notch. I yanked hard again at the leash attached to his cock as he squealed in shock.
“You see this is what happens when you jerk off at work. As your Boss I am in control of you in the work place and you have now brought your sexuality into my control. I control your pathetic cock or disgusting perversions and your sexual impulses. I will make you suffer for them and make you my slave.”
“BOSSS!!” He cried.
I stuck my cane into the surface of his ass. He was red, hot and hardened from the bruising. I was not going to let him off that easy. My hand gave his sore ass one last sensual rub.
“I am going to give you 10 hard cane strokes. Are you ready? Count with me.”
“Boss…” He quivered.
“What did I say?”
“Yes Boss, thank you boss. I will count with you.”
I lifted that cane in the air and gave him a precise and painful stroke.
He screamed. “ONE!!!!!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That hurts doesn’t it. Pussy. If you can’t do your job properly at least suffer properly.”
Afterwards I lifted my cane and swiftly doled out another stroke, this time with more force than before.
“TWOO!!!!!” He cried.
This happened repeatedly eight more times until I had completed all 10 strokes. He was a good boy. He took every stroke like a champ. Most importantly I gave him enough of a breather between each one for him to catch his breath and brace himself for the ecstatic pain.
At this point he was overwhelmed with adrenaline. As a result he was panting and whispering “Please Boss beat me more. Please I deserve it. I adore seeing you smile and light up when you beat me.”
“Shhhh! I have something better for you. I want to forever cement pain with sexual pleasure in your mind so that if you ever try to jerk off at work, all you will be able to recall is my cruel face and sadism.”
I untied his arms and cock and left him on his knees.
“Jerk that cock of yours. I want you to stare at me and show me what you do in the bathroom when your incompetent ass thinks it’s alone.”
He began stroking, first slowly and then faster with the same rhythmic jerking motion.
“You are so beautiful boss. Every time I hear your clacking heels at work I get a boner, every time I catch a glimpse of your perfect curves in your pencil skirt I start to leak precum. I jerk off everyday during work thinking about you.”
“Come on then, give me a show. In other words show me how you beat that pathetic useless piece of meat of yours at the thought of my elegance and beauty. Look at my beautiful curves and my perfect ass in this skirt. You are undeserving of being even my subordinate. Your incompetence, lack of intelligence, and general unprofessionalism disgusts and enrages me to no end.” I jeered as I circled him.
“Every time you jerk your cock in the privacy of your own home I want you to think of the sadistic way I beat you. I want you to recall having your ass raped by me and how undeserving you are to even think about fucking me. Look in the mirror every morning and see how your chest and back is all torn up by my nails and remember that this is all losers like you will ever get. Most importantly I want your shirt to graze against these wounds when you sit down on the tube. In addition I want the pain emanating from your body to remind you that I am not to be trifled with, and incompetence and unprofessionalism will be met with a swift serving of intense pain. Fear me you piece of shit.”
My words pushed him deeper and deeper into subspace and I could tell that he was intensely aroused watching me degrade him. Each word was like a little pill of ecstasy bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. His eyes widen and he was drooling and panting like a dog.
“Show me that disgusting squirt of cum that you are desperately trying to extract.”
“UGHNNNNN!!” He grunted. The intense orgasm ran through his body jerking him as he crumbled to the ground into his little pool of cum.
“Look at you sitting in your own puddle of filth.”
“Thank you so much boss…. thank you….” As a result he was smiling from ear to ear, still out of it from the intensity of the orgasm.
When he finally came to, we sat and had a quick chat about the experience.
“This was so lovely and I really appreciated this. You started the moment we met and there was no awkward maneuvering into the fantasy. I really felt the intensity of your words. Fuck, that really got me. That orgasm…. shitttt…. I mean. I can’t wait to enjoy all the marks you have given me. They are such lovely momentos. Thank you! Certainly I would expect no less from premier London asian dominatrix roleplay session.”
“Haha you are welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself I really enjoyed our time together too.”
That was all the aftercare he needed – he had already began to put on his clothes and gather his things to leave.
I walked him out. As he left he turned around.
“Thank you so much. And it goes without saying that I will see you the next time I’m in London.”
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