Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

When I took the job as her personal assistant, I knew she had a reputation as being difficult to work for.

She had told me herself that there would be long hours and that she expected a high level of attention.

And slowly, things started to change. While she was constantly demanding, constantly pushing, there was the occasional bit of praise.

Oddly, instead of being upset, I found myself hunting for those bits. Pushing myself more and more to please her. Until I found myself needing to.

And that was how she slowly worked her way into my mind.

She has made me so much more than her personal assistant, now. And so much less.

I work from home now.

Her home.

I am at her beck and call. The hours are long. Including nights. Including weekends. In fact, 24/7.

But I don't mind. She does the thinking for me, now. I no longer need to dress for work. In fact, I no longer need to dress at all.

And the rewards are endless.

On my knees.

At her feet.

Spiraling into the Void...

You’d best work hard to make sure I’m constantly satisfied if you ever want a release bitch

she pushes you against the wall and begins to kiss you. You don't know what to do with your hands so you try to put them in several different positions, her waist, her hips, her neck, but none of them feel right until she takes both and pins them above your head "Isn't that better baby?" she asks in a condescending tone, but she's right. it is better