"For The Final Stage Of The Interview, You Need To Show Me How Badly You Want This Job..."

When my line manager, Miss Bailey, had summoned me to the conference room, I had thought she might want me to take the minutes of a meeting. But no, it was because there was something dirty on the bottom of her shoe, and she wanted me to lick it off in front of a room full of other women who were all laughing at me.

Was it blackmail? Yes. The brat knew she had you by the balls and she intends to milk you dry in every way.

If only you kept your hands to yourself.

tying a boy up is fun but i get butterflies in my stomach when a boy is so good that it’s not necessary. when he’s a shaking, moaning mess but does not try to reach for his cock because he knows it’s not his to do. when it gets too intense and his hand instinctively moves down but he stops himself and lets it drop back on the sheets with a soft whine. when i take his wrists and pin them up above his head, or next to his shoulders, or put his hands on my hips and there’s 0 resistance because he’s so surrendered that all he can do is glance up at me with admiration and blush