Valerie and I were colleagues, but our relationship went much deeper. She was
essentially my unconditioned slave, though sometimes I had to push her into that role
as she could be defiant and bratty at times.
One day, as we made our way to an unused, handicapped-accessible bathroom on an empty floor
of the building, Valerie's demeanor shifted. Dressed in a tight, formal shirt and pants
with high heels that clicked against the floor, she walked behind me with her hands
folded across her chest and head lowered. I could sense her growing anxiety, but we
were both eager to see what would unfold.
Once inside the bathroom, I gave Valerie a stern ultimatum: "You have 10 minutes to
follow my instructions, bitch. After that, I'm coming in to use you." She nodded and
winked at me, but the sheepish look on her face betrayed her unease at not having
responded properly. In a formal tone, she said, "Yes, sir."
When I entered the bathroom, I found Valerie fully naked, her clothes neatly hung on a
hook and her high heels arranged on the floor. Her hair was tied in a bun, and her
spotless, unadorned body was on full display, hands locked behind her head, legs apart,
and chest out. "Ready for inspection, sir," she said, her voice quivering with nervous
tension and the chill of the room.
The sight of her waiting for me, ready to be used and abused, filled me with a sense of
privilege and power. Her taut muscles, curvy ass, and thick line between her buttocks
were tempting, even though her small breasts were a source of self-consciousness for
her - a weakness I exploited to my advantage.
As a punishment for her small breasts, I pulled out a set of ugly looking and pain-inducing nipple clamps from their plastic package and dangled them in front of Valerie’s face as a tease. The very sight of the nipple clamps twisted Valerie’s face into a mix of horror and anxiety. “Is…is that really necessary,sir?” she enquired fearfully. Without a word, I slowly attached the cold metal clamps to her poky nipples and let down the tassles gently and stood back to watch her reaction.
“Oh dear..” she gasped quietly with her eyes closed and slowly enjoying the mild sexual ....... Meanwhile, I unzipped my pants and got comfortable.
essentially my unconditioned slave, though sometimes I had to push her into that role
as she could be defiant and bratty at times.
One day, as we made our way to an unused, handicapped-accessible bathroom on an empty floor
of the building, Valerie's demeanor shifted. Dressed in a tight, formal shirt and pants
with high heels that clicked against the floor, she walked behind me with her hands
folded across her chest and head lowered. I could sense her growing anxiety, but we
were both eager to see what would unfold.
Once inside the bathroom, I gave Valerie a stern ultimatum: "You have 10 minutes to
follow my instructions, bitch. After that, I'm coming in to use you." She nodded and
winked at me, but the sheepish look on her face betrayed her unease at not having
responded properly. In a formal tone, she said, "Yes, sir."
When I entered the bathroom, I found Valerie fully naked, her clothes neatly hung on a
hook and her high heels arranged on the floor. Her hair was tied in a bun, and her
spotless, unadorned body was on full display, hands locked behind her head, legs apart,
and chest out. "Ready for inspection, sir," she said, her voice quivering with nervous
tension and the chill of the room.
The sight of her waiting for me, ready to be used and abused, filled me with a sense of
privilege and power. Her taut muscles, curvy ass, and thick line between her buttocks
were tempting, even though her small breasts were a source of self-consciousness for
her - a weakness I exploited to my advantage.
As a punishment for her small breasts, I pulled out a set of ugly looking and pain-inducing nipple clamps from their plastic package and dangled them in front of Valerie’s face as a tease. The very sight of the nipple clamps twisted Valerie’s face into a mix of horror and anxiety. “Is…is that really necessary,sir?” she enquired fearfully. Without a word, I slowly attached the cold metal clamps to her poky nipples and let down the tassles gently and stood back to watch her reaction.
“Oh dear..” she gasped quietly with her eyes closed and slowly enjoying the mild sexual ....... Meanwhile, I unzipped my pants and got comfortable.
