The Day My Boss found out I am a Dominatrix

The sight of slave Cole sitting with his legs and torso tied to the computer chair where I sat this morning made me horny

I work as a secretary in one of those places where you just do your job and go home. It’s not one of those big companies with lots of people, just a small-town family run business with only a few people in the office. Among my many jobs, I have to check the business emails and send the important ones to my boss. It is an easy job, I am loving it.

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Sometimes I feel like I’m leading a double life – there I am, looking all somber at my desk job in the daytime and when the nights come in I put on my second identity. My BDSM life. People in the know call me Lady T.

It was a particularly boring day at the office when I decided to go through some of my more colorful personal emails. I have a desk and a computer to myself in a discreet corner of the office so nobody was around to disturb me. I logged in to my Lady T id and checked my emails. Among the dozens of emails I had got was one from Connor. It was a particularly short one – “Am still punished, Lady T. Waiting for the evening when you will come untie me. – Your slave, Connor.”

I enjoyed that one. The sight of slave Connor sitting with his legs and torso tied to the computer chair where I was sat made me horny. I shot a reply. “Don’t email. Your punishment increases. – Lady T.” As I hit the ‘send’ button, I became aware I was being watched. Indeed I was, my boss was staring at the monitor like a hawk.

He called me in about 10 minutes later. I had decided I wouldn’t worry. After all, it was my personal life.

The surprising thing was that he didn’t tell me anything apart from routine work. I thought he was done and I was moving out, when he said, “I like it too.” I didn’t get it at first. Then, he lifted his shirt sleeves up. What I saw underneath made me understand what he meant. He had red marks all over his wrists.

That day, our relationship changed. Now I am the boss and he is my slave. I am Lady T for him also. Right now, as I write this from his computer at his desk, he is down there on the floor – without a stitch on his body and his wrists and ankles tied together. His back is red where he just got the whip. He is eying warily at the huge strap-on on the desk. Everything is set – his time for punishment is now.

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