As the pen fall from my hand I feel myself start to cum. That was when I suddenly heard Ms. Lyon begin laughing. She removed my fully engaged cock from her mouth and watched with glee as it pulsed. Orgasm ruined, I could feel my hips wanting to thrust in a practical attempt to cum.
With a condescending tone she giggled,
“Ohhhh look at the cum dribble out of your poor cock!”
I was desperate starring into her eyes, sinking reality hit as I could tell that she’d planned this from the beginning. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. That was when I felt an icy cold sensing followed by a loud Click! Looking down in horror I saw that my cock was now in a steel cage.
“What did you do to me? Why did you…”
-Slap-
She smoked my newly imprisoned cock and balls so hard that I gasped!
Standing up now, her exposed tits were eye level. Looking at them made my cock pulse against the cage. I could feel the drips of excitement falling from my tip.
Embarrassment and rage began building within my chest. Not only because I had allowed this to happen but because I realized that I was truly enjoying this. “What the fuck am I doing?” “I could just get in my car and pretend like today never even happened!” Looking up I made eye contact with Ms. Lyon for the first time since the interview.
She spoke in a calm, but still icy tone.
“We have completed the discussion report, and I am now very confident that you understand the mistakes you made this morning. Do you have any final questions before we move forward?”
My question erupted from my lips, it felt like I was asking her and myself at the same time, “Why do you think that I would be ok with this, or that I would ever allow this to happen?”
Ms. Lyon laughed for a moment before reading aloud “Question 7. What would you be willing to do to better serve all of Ms. Lyon’s requests?, your answer was ANYTHING. Do you not understand that you’re a submissive slut all the way down to your core? I mean I knew it the second I read your application, and confirmed it in our interview.”
I was shocked, “I mean I had always liked strong women, and who doesn’t like Femdom porn?”
The look on my face must have betrayed me because she let out the most condescending “awww” followed by a wicked laugh.
“Well then let me be the one to make This crystal clear for you. You are not just a submissive little slut, but you are now MY submissive slut! Anything, remember that’s the word you choose!” She said that last sentence with a laugh.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this moment” I said absentmindedly.
Without a word she moved swiftly behind me, shoving my face down onto her desk. Bent over I felt her hand rap itself in my hair, that’s when I felt the other come crashing down into my bare ass with a loud “SMACK!!” I tried to get up but she pressed my head down hard and followed with a torrent of brutal slapses.
I went limp, not only was I embarrassed but now I’d been physically over powered. The strange part of all was just how much I was truly enjoying it! I had already begun internalizing the now established fact that I was a submissive slut. Not just that but in this moment I could tell that I was truly willing to do anything!
Her hand relaxed in my hair. “Don’t give me that attitude little slut!”
“Yes ma’am.” I replied instantly.
I could feel my cock still wet from my ruined orgasm, trying to stiffen in the cage. I could also feel the heat coming off of my pummeled ass cheeses.
“Thank me for wasting so much time on you this morning.”
“Thank you Ms Lyon.”
“Tell me what you are!”
“I’m a little sl…”
Her hand came down with ferocity.
“Tell me what you are!” She said through gritted teeth.
“I am your little slut” I corrected.
“Good boy!” She whispered in my ear.
Ms. Lyon then sat back down at her desk and filed my report into her cabinet.
Maybe afraid of making a mistake, or maybe my inner submissive taking over I stayed bent over her desk, shirt on naked below the waste save for a cage.
“Looking at the schedule it looks like you have about two more hours before anyone needs you down in the yard. So I’m going to need you serve me until then.”
“Yes ma’am! Anything you say. I said, not moving.
“Get dressed, and get over here to eat my pussy.”
“Oh, uh yes ma’am! I said hurriedly dressing myself. Trying not to show the pain I felt when sliding my pants back over my tender ass cheeks.
“You sound so excited” she giggled.
“Are you excited?”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Are you a little slut?”
“Yes ma’am!”
Crawling under her desk I was instantly in awe as she slide off her pants. Her legs were so sexy. I wanted to lick them all the way up and down, but thought better of it, wanting to avoid another punishment.
I reached for her panties and instead caught a swift smack to the face.
“Slaves ask for permission!”
“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am, may I remove your panties please.”
“Of course you can, how else would you get your first pair of work panties?”
I couldn’t tell if that was a joke or serious but I just moved forward. Thanking her then removing them gently from my goddesses pussy.
I could instantly feel the heat of her excitement. For the first time I felt a slider of pride. Knowing that no matter how submissive I was, I was making her excited as well!
Drawing nearer to her, the intoxicating smell of her made my cock throb against the now too small cage.
“May I taste you goddess?” My voice was quivering.
“Say please!”
“Please may I tmm…” she pulled me into her pussy hard by my hair. Her wet juices coating my face. I began slurping at her clip, finally pulling it completely into my mouth. Sucking slow and gently on her I heard the slightest change in her breath.
That slight change made me feel a sense of pride I never knew existed. Knowing that I could ever make a woman as incredible as Ms. Lyon feel any sense of pleasure made my cock stiffen to such a degree that I could feel my heart beating in my trapped tip. The change only lasted a moment, then I heard the sounds of her typing and getting back to work.
Switching tactics I maintained a rhythmic suction while flicking my tongue on her clip. Speeding up then slowing down I started to feel her grow ever more wet. I lost myself between her thighs. I had no thought other than how to pleasure her. Time didn’t exist here only her pleasure.
As I was lost in this place I suddenly felt her fingers entwine in my hair as she pulled me in so tight that I couldn’t breathe. I kept everything the same in the moment, the same rhythm and the same tongue placement. My lungs began burn but I maintained my goal. My vision started to go fuzzy when I feel her hips engagement. Grinding herself into my face, she came and let out one singular moan. It revitalized me, I made her moan!!
She pushed my head away as she caught her breath.
After what felt like an eternity she simply said, “again.” No emotion or excitement betrayed her cool demeanor.
I was back in to her thighs lapping up her juices like a man stranded in the desert. We stayed like this, only stopping when she said to, for a long time. Standing up I felt myself get light headed. I must have been knelt under her desk for a longer time than I realized. I made eye contact with Ms. Lyon and watched a cruel smile spread across her incredibly beautiful lips.
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