Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The day had been long and stressful, so I decided to prowl the bar near the office before going home. Frustration and anger were buzzing inside of me, scratching underneath my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach. I wanted to control someone, maybe even hurt them a little.
The tiny bar was busy as I scanned the crowd for my next lucky victim. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games; the boy would have to be obviously submissive and willing to skip the small talk. My gaze moved over my options until I found him. A businessman hunched over the bar, nursing a drink. Quickly i squeezed through the patrons until my tits bumps against my targets back. He shifted a bit and barely looked over his shoulder. My hand skimmed up his side, over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where I gripped him firmly in my little hand. His whole body seemed to relax with that one hold. I pressed my lips to his ear and made my offer.
Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants
“Leave the bar with me to be my bitch for the night and I’ll make sure whatever is on your mind falls far, far into the background.” His shoulders pulled back as I sat up straighter, turning his head to look at me fully now. Our eyes met, and I saw so much hurt swirling in the brown depths. Slowly, he nodded, then turned to pick up his drink and chugged the rest of it. “Good boy.” I purred, and he smirked.
I let go of him so he could stand up, and I was surprised by how tall he was. It’s so much more fun to use men who look like men. His hand touched my lower back to guide me out. Appearing to everyone as a gentleman in charge, but looks can be deceiving.
Instead of getting a car and going back to my house, I decided we would walk back to the office. He followed like a willing pet, and when we reached my office, I could see how nervous he was. But also so excited. His hard cock tented his slacks as I walked a slow circle around him. “You’ll only call me Mistress,” I stated, and his jaw twitched.
“Yes, Mistress.” I unbuttoned his shirt as he stood still. Inspecting my new toy gave me a boost of power I’d been missing all day. He was mine, to do with as I pleased. No one would stop me or suggest otherwise. I undid his belt and shoved his pants to the floor, taking his boxers with them. I was pleased to find his cock was large enough to please me. My hand curled around his balls, avoiding his desperate cock and I squeezed tightly. He shifted and grunted but kept his eyes on me.
Good Boy
“You’ll do what I say, and quickly or be punished.” His lips parted on an inhale as I squeezed his sack even tighter.
“Yes, Mistress.” I moaned at his easy response, then stepped back and reached under my skirt. Pulling my panties off, I pushed them against his nose while gripping his jaw. I had to reach so high up that the sequin of my dress sracthed at his chest and his cock bobbed against my stocking covered thighs.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357