Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

This is how the slave welcomes his Mistress

Hello Mistress. I once approached a very hot looking girl in a club. She was wearing a tight red dress, this showed off her cleavage and long bare legs. I went over and said hello. As soon as I began talking, even before I had the chance to offer to buy her a drink, she put her hand up in front of my face and said "I'm busy". That was when I walked away. But she wasn't busy, she was sat alone, her phone was on the table in front of her turned off and she looked bored. I do have more stories.

*flicks through phone*

Memories... I did something similar when Seth and I first met (no leather dress though). His face was the same 🥰

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...