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The Making of a Submissive Co-Worker

Date: 11/27/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: cal_jack, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

asked and smiled as she pulled her skirt higher. Sarah could almost see Yvonne’s underwear now. She realized she wanted to see Yvonne's pussy. “Nothing,” Sarah blushed as she slowly unwrapped herself from her dress. Now she had Yvonne’s attention as her pink half cup lace bra came into view. Sarah noticed Yvonne looking straight at her breasts and then looked down at them herself. She could see her swollen nipples clearly through the sheer fabric of her bra. “You are turned on by this, my slave,” Yvonne smiled as she stood up and, while staring directly at Sarah, removed her skirt. She then sat down and spread her legs just a little bit. Sarah couldn’t help but look at Yvonne’s sheer black thong. Sarah could feel herself getting even wetter and was feeling flush. “I am not your slave,” argued Sarah. “Yes, you are my slave for the next week, and don’t you forget it. By the looks of your nipples, I think you like this. I think you want to be my plaything,” Yvonne replied as she casually rubbed the front of her thong as Sarah stared. “Now drop that dress and let me see if your panties match that sexy bra of yours,” Yvonne cooed. Sarah’s dress fell. She could feel Yvonne’s eyes checking out her body. She felt exposed and vulnerable. Why was she looking at porn in her office? Why didn't she lock the door? What was she thinking, she thought to herself. Yvonne shifted in her seat. She now had one leg over the other knee and her boot was pointing straight at Sarah. The boots ... looked so sexy to Sarah, the pointed toe, the lacing on the back of the boot. They looked so powerful to her that they generated this strange tingling feeling in her body. She felt so horny and also so helpless. Yvonne noticed Sarah’s gaze and smiled. “You need to call me mistress when we are alone. Now take those wet panties off, my slave. Smell them and lick them,” Yvonne commanded. Sarah looked down, and her matching lace pink panties were indeed soaked with her juices. She felt herself dripping as she pulled the panties off and then hesitantly smelled and licked them. She started to touch herself. She was so wet and so aroused. She forgot all about Yvonne and started to stroke her clit. She began to moan until she heard the click of Yvonne’s phone. “No more touching, slave,” commanded Yvonne. “You need to please me first. Come here, come here on your hands and knees.” “I will not!” cried Sarah. “This is just too much. You are humiliating me,” she sniffled. “Remember, you need to call me mistress,” Yvonne coolly replied. “Do you want me to send this picture of you masturbating in your office to Mr. O’Rourke?” “No, please don’t, mistress,” Sarah answered in defeat. Sarah started to crawl over to her mistress. She felt so humiliated but turned on at the same time. Her pussy was just burning with desire. Even though she felt humiliated, she wanted in some strange way to please Yvonne. “Now get on your back and lick my boots.” Sarah reluctantly complied. She licked the bottom of ...