Dominatrix Short Stories #458
He walks into my room in his impeccable suit, the tight tie, and the air of authority he so loves to display at his Scotiabank branch. But here, under my gaze, he is nothing more than a slave.
“Kneel” I command, and he obeys instantly, his knees hitting the floor with a sound that brings a sadistic smile to my face.
I yank off his tie and use it to bind his hands behind his back. His eyes search for mine, but I don’t allow him that luxury.
“Look at the floor, worm,” I whisper into his ear, and I feel him tremble.
With a whip in hand, I trace red lines across his back, each strike a reminder of his place. He moans but doesn’t dare beg for mercy. He knows he won’t get it.
“Repeat after me,” I say, and he obeys, word for word.
“I am a slave. I don’t deserve respect. My pleasure is your pain.” His voice trembles, but he doesn’t stop. I force him to lick my boots, to kiss the ground I walk on, to beg for more.
And when I finally allow him to reach climax, it’s with a kick to his stomach that leaves him gasping on the floor.
But this isn’t enough. I want more. I want to see him completely unravel.
“Do you think you’re important?” I ask as I caress his face with the tip of the whip.
“At your bank, everyone respects you, fears you. But here, you’re nothing. Less than nothing.”
I order him to undress, and he does so with trembling hands. Each piece of clothing that falls to the floor is a fragment of his dignity fading away.
I make him crawl like a dog, bark, beg for my attention. And when I finally allow him to look into my eyes, I see fear and adoration mixed in his gaze.
“Get up,” I command, and he does, trembling but obedient.
“Tomorrow, you’ll return to your bank, but you’ll never forget who’s in charge here. And when you’re in front of your employees, when you’re signing important documents, when you’re making decisions that affect others, you’ll think of me. Of this moment. Of your submission.”
I slap his cheek, not too hard, but enough to remind him of his place.
“Now go. And don’t forget—you’re mine.”
End of Dominatrix Short Stories #458
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