Domming at Work

My slave boy T paid me a visit the other night at my workplace.  I’ve been needing a Domme fix.  I could hardly get my work done without smirking and biting my lip in anticipation.

He came in, looking ready for me to ruin.

I told him to meet me outside at the back of the property.  I sat down and waited for him to come worship me.  I had missed his groveling.  The slut lit my cigar and eagerly awaited my ashes.  He was so proud to be my ashtray, especially since we were in public.  I don’t know if anyone saw the deviance going on just outside their door.  I spat in his face as he pathetically humped my leg.

Everything just felt right.

Something so perverse seemed completely normal to me.  We weren’t hiding; we were being ourselves.

The chilling wind cut short our smoking session so we moved on to the second part of our fun.  He was going in my car trunk.  As he undressed I took the cash from his wallet and then laughed as a grown man, wearing a trash bag as a diaper, willingly climbed into my trunk.  I filled his disgusting mouth with my cigar butt and a few other assorted cigarette butts before duct-taping it shut.  I could see that my willing hostage was very excited; I was very excited as well.  I took some pictures before slamming the trunk closed then I went back to work, so incredibly smug.

After gloating online to my friends for awhile and laughing at what I had just done, it was time to retrieve my victim.  He didn’t look any worse for wear after I opened the trunk.  I heckled him slapped him and asked him who he belonged to.  He pointed to me, his mouth still stuffed with filth.  Oh I enjoyed sitting on the bumper of my car, surveying my property.

The lucky bitch got a 10 second countdown before cumming on my command.

I felt so powerful, so invigorated.  I loved every minute.