Your fantasies are about to become very real. Welcome to the first day of your secret femdom journey, baby!
Trying to be a good boy, I nervously brought Mistress Angel her coffee at 9:00 am sharp. Then, I knelt at her feet. As she drank, she watched me struggle to remain still from my place on the hard tile floor. Although we’d merely roleplayed it before now, I ached to know whether today could be the day that my secret femdom journey would finally begin.
Smiling to herself, she silently savored her coffee, making me wait. I knew I was in trouble, just not how much. Yet. Then, Mistress began to speak and my heart sank.
“Did I SAY you could play with that cock I own, slut?
I groaned aloud, wondering how she’d found out. I tried to speak, but she cut me off with one word as she glared disapprovingly at me. “SILENCE.” Then, she pulled my head back by the hair as she laughed disdainfully. “Do NOT even think of speaking without permission, whore.”
I nodded, my cock quickly growing embarrassingly rigid. “Aw look, that dicklet is already hard,” Angel purred wickedly. “Well fuck, you’re a needy bitch in heat, aren’t you?” I stared at her incredulously. Immediately, she slapped my poor cock, making it bounce. My Mistress snarled, “I asked you a question, fucktoy.”
I whimpered weakly, my heart pounding as those next words solidly launched me into my secret femdom journey, sealing my fate as I obediently repeated “Y-yes, my Mistress. I am a needy little bitch in heat.”
Although I could scarcely even admit it aloud, I secretly craved her dominance. Soon enough, I found myself repeating everything she said. First, I confessed that I’m such a hungry slut that I’d jack off if she left me alone for even a second. Furthermore, I was acting like some slutty party girl who didn’t even care if she got caught. Seriously, it was clear that I required punishment.
This secret femdom life might become not-so-secret anymore!
Suddenly, she said something that made my face burn even hotter: “OMG. I’ll bet you’re so desperate to get off that you’ll even play with big, meaty COCKS!”
She grinned expectantly after tossing me a pair of her red, lacy panties. “Hmm yes, these will do nicely. Remember jerking off with these last night? You thought I was asleep, didn’t you. Surprise, bitch! Put. Them. On. And no cumming in them this time!”
I didn’t want to obey her, but I knew I deserved this hot erotic domination. Then, she pointed at my wrinkled clothes in the corner, ordering me to get ready for work. As I did, I noticed my pockets were empty. Finding her in the kitchen, I hurried to kneel before her.
Twirling my keyring around one finger, she said “You won’t need all of these. Here’s your car key. I expect you back here at 6:00 pm sharp.” I nodded, as I tried to breathe normally.
Shit, would my secret femdom life remain private?
“By the way, I was right,” she said, her voice deceptively casual. “Your department manager, Rudy? He really does have a big dick.” I felt my face burn unbearably as she smiled at me. “Therefore, you’ll THANK him for the fucking amazing time we had last night at the club. “Last but not least, invite your boss home for dinner tonight. Tell him I’ll be wearing my sexiest lingerie!”
At first, I stared at her in disbelief. She must be crazy if thinks I’ll do that! However, pretty soon I found myself repeating what I must say. “Angel says thanks for last night. My Mistress loves your big dick and hopes you’ll join us for dinner tonight. Please say you will, Sir?”
Restrained by the frothy bit of lace and concealed by my jeans, my poor cock throbbed painfully as I stood up. I wanted to resist, to tell my Queen that there’s no way I’d ever do anything so humiliating. Nonetheless, I found myself thanking her.
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