Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (6)I felt Mistress Alex’s hand glide over my reddened ass.The sting was still fresh and delicious. “I love how your ass gets red when I spank you. Your skin shows off the marks so well,” she murmured, her fingers tracing over my bruised flesh.Then—smack!—she slapped me again, just to hear me squirm.My breath hitched. Those little moans and whimpers I couldn’t hold back always seemed to fuel her. She grinned, clearly enjoying herself.“You’ll be glad you spread your legs so wide for me, sexy girl,” she teased, then without warning, her hand snapped between my thighs. The slap landed hard on my slick pussy. I gasped, my body jolting from the rough attention.Her laughter was low and wicked. “You’re soaking wet already. Let me feel…” She slipped two fingers inside me. Heat pooled in my cunt, and I couldn’t stop the desperate cry that burst from me: “Please, Mistress Alex!”I barely caught myself. Those words escaped before my brain could catch up. She jerked he
Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (5)Minutes passed, and I was thinking about the outfit Alex had on.Her blouse was crisp white, tucked neatly into tailored trousers that hugged her hips in that arrogant, confident way she always carried herself. But it was the boots that did it.It was black, polished and sharp. The same boots I couldn’t stop thinking about since the last time she broke me apart and rebuilt me in her image.Her eyes caught mine. Of course they did."I see you staring at my boots, slut."Her voice was smooth.She took a step forward, then nudged the toe of her boot right against my cunt. Right where I was already aching.I whimpered before I could stop myself.But I didn’t move. Not an inch. I stayed still, hands clasped behind me, jaw clenched, waiting.Wanting. Fighting the pull to grind down and get what I craved. Because I knew the rules: I only got what she gave me. And I wanted to please her more than I wanted to breathe.She pushed her boot a little harder and pressed i
Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (4)I walked into the club after two long days off, feeling like I was still floating. My body was back at work, but my head, my heart, my entire soul? Still tangled up in Alex, my boss. Ever since I left her office, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Her voice still echoed in my ears. Her scent lingered on my skin. And the way she had touched me, taken me, and commanded me. I was still reeling.Was it love? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All I knew was, every fantasy I had ever had seemed to be leading to that moment with her. It felt bigger than just sex. It felt dangerous, thrilling, and addictive.I didn’t want to ruin it by overthinking it. I just wanted to feel it. I wanted to keep feeling it.Her brown skin, smooth and glowing. Her strong jawline, her lips that always looked slightly amused and entirely in control. That tight, athletic frame that moved like power wrapped in silk. And the way she looked at me like she already owned me. Maybe sh
Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (3)I scrambled to the couch the second Alex gave me that look. My heart was racing, already aching for her approval. I leaned back, spread my legs wide, and gave her a full view of my smooth, glistening pussy, freshly waxed just for tonight. I wanted her eyes on me. I needed her attention.She stepped forward with a slow, deliberate pace, her eyes dark with hunger. Her voice was low, sharp, and dripping with control.“Nice pussy, slut. Too bad it’s about to get thoroughly abused. And you know good little sluts keep their legs open wide when their pussies are punished, right? Because if they don’t…” She trailed off, smirking. “They regret it.”I shivered from her tone, biting my lip. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll keep my pussy spread wide open for you. I want to be your good little slut, Ma’am.” My voice came out breathy, needy, and that made her smile.She walked behind me and returned with the flogger, dragging the soft leather tips along my thigh before lifting it away.
Punish My Tits, Ma'am. (2)"Answer me, Now!" She barked at me. I shuddered, as my eyes met her hard glare. "No, Ma’am, I haven’t, but I have thought about it quite a bit. I’ve read stories online, that sort of thing, I admitted, feeling embarrassed.“Did you masturbate when you read those stories?” Alex asked.“Yes, Ma’am, every time,” I admitted.“Lift your tits higher for me. Offer them to me to punish, slut. You’re finally going to get the punishment you’ve been wanting for so long,” she instructed.“Yes, Ma’am,” I said eagerly, using my hands to push my breasts up and forward. “Please punish them, Ma’am.” I was barely able to wait any longer.Satisfied with my obedience, Alex gave each of my breasts several slaps. I kept my eyes downcast but moaned after each slap, encouraging her to continue the only way I knew how.When she saw how much I liked it, she slapped my breasts much harder and enjoyed seeing them turn pink.“Look at me,” Alex said, grasping my chin and guiding my fac
Janice melts on her knees, desperate to be owned and used by her ruthless female boss who’s been dominating her fantasies••••••••••••••••••••••I melted on my knees, desperate to be owned and used by my ruthless female boss who had been dominating my fantasies.My skin flushed hot under the way Alex, my gorgeous African American boss, stared at me. Her sharp cheekbones and flawless dark skin had always caught my attention, but now, kneeling before her, those feelings hit harder than I ever expected. There was a raw hunger in her eyes, like I was nothing more than a willing plaything.I knew she was right. I would do anything she wanted. I’d been attracted to her ever since I was hired to dance at her club. I’d seen Alex in action managing the place and admired her strength, passion, and no-nonsense style. I loved how she pulled her hair into a tight bun. I felt more comfortable and secure working for her than I ever had anywhere else. I found myself fantasizing about her often—both a