Brie Larson

When she called me into her office, I hurried in, not wanting to keep her waiting. She was a demanding and frankly terrifying boss, known for her brutal verbal tirades whenever an employee failed to meet her very lofty expectations. I knocked softly, and heard her say “come,” without looking up from whatever she was writing, and then I stood there quietly waiting.

Finally, she looked at me and made a confused, annoyed face, and said “well? What are you waiting for? Get to it.”

I was so intimidated and terrified it was all I could do to stammer out “wh-what do you want m-m-me to d-do…mmmma’m?”

“Are you actually this stupid?” she retorted, “or are you just being insolent and dissect fuck right now?”

I felt my face growing hot and red and I was on the verge of tears. “I-I-I’m sorry ma’am, I will do anything for you, b-but i just don’t know what you want!” I blurted.

She looked at me point blank then, for what seemed like forever. Then finally. I saw her eyes dart down and to her right. I followed her glance towards to shoes on the floor, and gave her a confused look, to which said simply. “I’ll have you clean them for me, as well as my boots.”

“Uhh… now?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“Yes now, of course stupid. Right now, on your hands and knees.” she demanded, and I reflexively sunk down, then she snapped “get licking, and do a good job- I want them shiny like new.”

I stared at her boots, struggling to believe this was really happening. She can’t really expect me to do this, I thought. This is beyond demeaning, beyond workplace harassment- this was a total abuse of power, even a felony! Then she snapped impatiently, “let’s go, stupid, do as you’re told, or pack your things and never come back- I haven’t got all day…”. By now I was really trembling, overwhelmed by the whole thing, and not wanting to be fired, I felt like I had no choice, so I leaned forward and down, and I began licking her boots, and she returned to whatever it was she was writing, as though I wasn’t even there. I licked tentatively at first, disgusted by the taste of the dirt hitting my tongue and disgusted with myself for submitting to such treatment, but as I licked, something happened inside of me. I began to calm down and feel oddly at peace, like I was doing something I was meant for. I stole an occasional glance up at my boss and found that I was feeling nothing but admiration for her- her beauty, strength and power were awe inspiring, and when I realized I had a full erection, I began licking faster, filled with a sudden desire please her above all else, and filled with gratitude that this magnificent, superior woman would choose me to serve her, and I felt privileged to be given the opportunity to sacrifice my pride and self esteem for her.

It took about 30 minutes, and when I’d finished both pairs, she looked up from her writing, inspected her boots and shoes, and then looked into my eyes, and said “ok, you’ve done an acceptable job. You’ll report to me here this time each morning for your assignment each day, understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied, “thank you ma’am.”

She returned to her writing then, and without looking back up towards me said “Alright, you’re dismissed.”

So I left her office behind, along with my dignity and the biggest erection I’d ever had. I spent the rest of the day in a daze, replaying it all in mind over and over again, and once I got home, I found a pic of her on the company website, and masturbated furiously to her before going to bed, thinking oh god, I’m a goner- I’m totally in love with this woman, and all I want is to be her devoted slave. I couldn’t sleep at all that night, just wanting it to be the next morning so I could report to her again…

Bratty girls know get ass soaked piggy. Bratty girls break your brain.

Shy, polite, and respectful sub boys are my favorite. The ones that are so cute and nervous and polite when the speak to you, and they blush and beam when you pay them compliments. Gah. Just too cute. And then, the more they get to know you, the more silly, and sassy and bratty they get…. I could eat em up.

Well-Dressed Women #106

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you know, boys like you should be on your knees with your wrists tied behind your back more often. you look so pretty like that, all ready to be used. want me to use you, honey? want to be good for me?