Femdom Boss Has A Novel Idea

The phone on his desk buzzed. Amar picked it up and heard a sugary female voice say, “Can you please drop into my room?” Amar’s gut tightened. That voice had a dangerous sweetness to it He looked at his watch, 5.30 on a Friday evening. Sadistic bitch; she would call him just as he was leaving work and screw up his evening. But then he had no other choice but to put up with her. He had recently lost his high paying job in a software company and had to settle for a mid-level position in the media company that Helen owned.

Amar knocked and entered Helen’s office. She was standing with a few papers in her hand, anger emanating from every pore of her body. Amar’s first thought was that she looked sexier when angry. Helen had a body that was built to fuck. A statuesque 5’10” with a gym-honed muscular physique, she accentuated her broad shoulders, tight posterior and long powerful legs with a skin hugging, short, strapless black mini dress, and 6-inch open toed heels. Her gorgeous face was framed by a mane of wavy dark hair that was in sharp contrast to the blood red on her pouting lips.

She threw the papers on his face. “Is this the kind of rubbish my clients are supposed to read? Nothing in this proposal makes sense. Redo the whole thing and I want it by tonight.” Amar ventured an excuse, but she cut him short and sat down in her chair behind the desk. “Come here, you need to be punished for such deplorable work.“ Amar knew the routine; he had gone through this before.

Silently he knelt before her, kissed both her feet, removed her shoes and massaged her legs till she stopped him with an imperceptible nod. He kissed her feet again and all the way to her sinewy calves till she pushed him away with her foot. He put the shoes back on her feet and waited. Helen stood up, patted his cheeks and walked out of the room for the weekend, her ass swaying sexily to the click of her heels as Amar stared hungrily, conscious of a raging hard-on beneath his trousers.

Amar got back to work; the office was empty except for him. After a couple of hours, he believed that he had produced something that would pass muster with his boss. Another hour and he would be done with it.

His cellphone beeped. It was a Whatsapp message from his wife. Actually, four messages, three pictures, one text. The first showed a pair of calf-high bondage boots, the second a whip, the third a dog collar, and the text simply said: “In 30 minutes”. He groaned. Did his wife have to pick today to satisfy her dominatrix urge? But he knew better than to ignore his wife’s command. There would be hell to pay. Reluctantly, he closed his laptop, gathered his stuff and walked briskly to his car. Jumping a couple of red lights he entered his house with 5 minutes to spare. He hurriedly showered and went to her den with nothing on his body. He knocked and a voice ordered him in.

He went into a dimly lit room, the one lamp throwing a semi-circle of light on a high swivel chair. His wife was sitting on the chair, legs crossed, dressed in a bondage outfit of calf-high boots and a tiny one piece black string bikini that barely concealed her clit and nipples. One hand held a whip and the other a stud collar with leash. Amar dropped to his knees, crawled to her boots and kissed them. “You’re late by 5 minutes. You will be punished for that.” She brought the whip down on his ass. He flinched with pain.

Helen relished being his boss at the office and his mistress at home. Poor Amar! She was proud of her muscular body and got a kick out of showing off her strength and dominating her husband. Amar was no slouch himself; at 6 feet and an accomplished swimmer, he had a terrific body and an enormous cock that his wife loved to tease. But Helen’s beauty, strength, and sexuality were so overpowering that he submitted to her completely for entry into the gates of sexual paradise.

Helen’s den was also her personal gym where she worked out for a few hours every day to hone that wonderfully fuckable physique. Helen liked her sessions with Amar to be in the gym; all walls were covered with mirrors so both of them could watch Amar being humiliated by her. She began by fastening the collar around Amar’s neck and dragging him by the leash around the gym. Amar was on all fours, like a dog following his mistress. Every now and then she would stop and use the whip on his ass; that was the signal for Amar to kiss her boots and work his way up her thighs, cunt, and ass. Sometimes she teased his now massive cock with her boot. Amar saw himself in the mirror muscle- worshipping his goddess with an almost religious fervor.

She then lay down on the gym bench and spread her legs. He put his head between her legs and pushed his tongue deep into her cunt. Helen’s steel thighs held his head in a vice like a grip ensuring there was no escape. Amar’s licking reached a frenzied crescendo making Helen reach a massive orgasm with multiple convulsions.

Helen was pleased. Amar deserved a reward. She picked up a 20 kg dumbbell from its rack and asked Amar to put his big cock at the crook of her elbow. She then began her bicep curls; her biceps expanded into massive iron balls almost crushing Amar’s member. After ten reps the cock was transferred to the other hand and the curls repeated. Amar’s manhood was rock hard and aching with pain. The tip of his prick became moist with the first drops of cum. But she was not ready to let him come yet; he had to experience the pain to get the cherry.

Helen bade him lie on the floor face up. Sitting on the floor behind his head, she pulled him towards her and wrapped her thighs around his head and neck in a scissor hold. She tightened her muscles, Amar groaned in pain; she intensified the pressure and he screamed. Helen’s boots simultaneously held his cock between them in a tight squeeze. With practiced finesse, she rhythmically increased and eased the pressure on his head and cock. “Please stop. I can’t take it anymore”, he begged.

Helen got up and stood across him savouring the sight of her husband completely in her power, his erect manhood waiting for a release at her command. Squatting over him she let his huge pulsating prick impale her cunt. She contracted her vaginal muscles and bounced herself up and down his shaft. Amar’s dam broke and his cum gushed into her. Helen furiously continued to fuck him till every drop of his manly juice came to her. She was not one to leave things unfinished.

Amar was in a trance, exhausted and ecstatic. Helen gave him a warm smile and a kiss on his cock, “Good job, my pet, you can give me the report tomorrow.”