Slave Generic

A CNC FANTASY CONTINUED FROM TONIGHT'S CHAT WITH MY OWNER, MISTRESS ABI.

"Thank you boss lady, you treat me so well".

I continue to suck at your toes as if I'm sucking on a cock, my hands rubbing up and down the wonderfully sensual nylon that's stretched over your legs and feet.

"hmmm, your such a little whore for my feet aren't you?"

"Yes boss lady, I'm am your foot whore."

You force your foot deeper into my throat, I gag and recoil. You pull your foot away and slap my face.

"How fucking dare you?"

You grab a hand full of my hair and force your foot even deeper into my mouth.

"Take it you filthy slut."

I continue to gag but keep sucking, scared of the repercussions if I fail again.

You say. "Looks like you need more practice with your mouth whore."

I watch in awe as you hitch your skirt higher, revealing the top of your stockings and the suspender straps that hold them in place. My face changes as I am faced with your strap on cock.

"No boss lady, please."

"I don't think you understand your predicament or your place here, you do as I fucking say, when I fucking say it!"

Again, you grab my hair forcing your cock into my mouth. I resist, you slap me harder, and again.

"I suggest you take my cock in your slutty mouth now, or I'll use it on your man pussy without any lube you fucking little slut."

I reluctantly begin to blow your strap on while you laugh and trust deeper, hitting my gag reflex as I'm forced to turn away.

"That's it, on my desk, on your back now!"

"Please boss lady, no".

You grab hold of my throat and pull me close. "Last chance, you tell me no once more and I will fucking destroy you! On the fucking desk, now you fucking slut! You are my fuck toy and I will do as I fucking please with you" You spit in my face and throw me to the ground.

Left with no other choice, I crawl onto your desk and lay on my back to await my fate.

You pull my hands above my head, handcuffing them and tying the cuffs to your desk. You roughly remove my trousers and underwear and tear open my shirt. With one hand you place one of your shoes over my nose and mouth, your other hand guides your strap on, pushing it against my hole.

"Now, relax, your going to take this and your going to take it with no complaints, my little cock sleeve."

Without further warning, you thrust deep inside me, I gasp.

"That's it whore, feel me take you."

You slowly pull back before thrusting again, again and again. The noises that escape me are somewhere between a whimper and a moan, coinciding with each of your thrusts.

"See, you're fucking loving it you dirty fucking slut".

I feel a weird sensation inside me as your cock rubs against my prostate, I feel an orgasm building, I can't cum, not like this. You recognise what's happening, you laugh and reposition yourself to pound my prostate harder.

"O fuck boss lady, o fuck!"

It starts with cum beginning to flow from my cock, before I know where I am, there's think, sticky ropes of cum exploding from me. I writhe and buck underneath you, moaning as I cover my stomach and chest with my own mess.

"O dear, what a dirty little fucking cunt you are." You wipe up my cum with your fingers before pushing them into my mouth. "Coming just like a little bitch while I fuck your slut hole."

I lay shaking in front of you, you remove your strap on and throw it onto my chest. After straightening your skirt and blouse, you replace your high heels, put on your jacket and say.

"I'm going home for the night now whore. When I return in the morning this office will be spotless, my reports will be completed and you will look, halfway presentable. You'll also be on your knees, in the corner, facing the wall. Don't fucking disappoint me!"

With that you place the key to the handcuffs in my mouth,  turn and leave, your heels clicking against the hard floor. With one last glance at the quivering, cum soaked mess you've left on your desk, you flash a wicked smile and close the door, locking it behind you.