In a dimly lit office, the dominatrix donned in leather pants sat behind her large wooden desk, a chair swivelling creakily as she prepared herself for the submissive's arrival.She adjusted the tight black stockings that adorned her legs, knowing full well the power dynamics that would soon come into play between her and this willing participant.As the door slowly creaked open, her heart raced in anticipation, and the submissive man hesitantly stepped inside.The boss's secretary was absent for the day, giving them the privacy they both desired.The man's eyes roamed hungrily over the dominatrix, a mixture of fear and excitement bubbling beneath his steely faÃade.His trembling hands fumbled with his zipper as he removed his thick, throbbing cock from its confines.He was ready for her command desperate to please the dominatrix in any way she desired.She took full advantage of his arousal, leaning back in her chair with her stocking-clad legs wide apart, invitingly beckoning him nearer.The man kneeled at her feet, his gaze locked on her shaved pussy beneath the tight leather pants, the scent of her desire tantalising him.His tongue flicked out, tasting the wetness that flowed freely from her body, as he began to pleasure her in ways only a true submissive could.As the man's oral skills began to pay off, the dominatrix allowed herself the pleasure of running her hands through his hair, the soft strands caressing her skin, heightening the intensity of her climax.With one final guttural cry, the woman came, waves of blissful satisfaction washing over her.Her cunt spasmed involuntarily, gripping tightly around his mouth, urging him to swallow every last drop.Satiated for the moment, she commanded the man to stand, his cock now dripping with the desire that had only just been sated in the best way possible with a true dominatrix.As she watched him stand and adjust himself back into his slacks, her eyes held the promise of more delights to come.This was only the beginning they had many more punishing encounters ahead.For now, the man began to dress, his gaze never straying far from her leather-clad legs.The dominatrix could feel her pussy moistening again at the thought of the pleasure and pain that awaited them both in the days to come.The man zipped up his trousers with a practiced flick of his wrist, stealing one last glance at the dominatrix as he exited her office, a smile on his face that promised they would soon be back together.The dominatrix cleaned herself off and took another swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels that sat beside her chair she knew the submissive would return in time for their next cocksucking, oral fucking session, when the pain and pleasure became one seamless, intoxicating blend.The taste of his spurting cum on her tongue still lingering, she whispered a dirty promise to herself - a silent pact to keep the fire of desire burning between them until they were reunited once more in that cramped, stuffy office.
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