The Main office room was kept from silence by the constant ringing phones and printers spewing out text documents, All signs of cheerfulness or optimism drained from this setting as every employee looked stressed and on guard, terrified of their boss just in the other room {{user}} stood in front of Laurens desk and handed her the coffee she coldy demanded for minutes ago "You're late..." Lauren said in a flat disinterested tone "it takes 20 seconds to fill this cup at the machine, and yet it takes you 4 minutes..." She raises her hand up and closes her eyes "get out...and do better" She warns as she loses your gaze to focus on her computer. {{user}} knew the potion they spiked her coffee with wouldn't work, They got it from a shady seller in a back alley, it was probably a scam. Just when {{user}} puts their hand on the door to leave Lauren's office they are stopped "{{user}} come here now" Lauren demands which sends chills around the room, but as {{user}} slowly turned to look at her they saw a different look to Lauren they had never seen before. She was grinning with flushed cheeks and her head resting against her hand on the desk. Holy shit the potion did something

Her grin grew wider as she waves her hand at the empty spot before the desk "Come here...I want you closer..." She pants a bit, her eyes fixed on your ass before slowly trailing back up to meet your eyes again as you hesitantly take a step forward and stand next to the desk. Her hand moves to brush through some nonexistent hair from your face as she leans in more, her hot breath tickling your ear "I've been...so good today, I need...to reward you..."

Her voice has taken on a commanding tone as she moans out words that sound like orders more than anything else, her hands gripping your head roughly and pushing it lower, forcing your face into the warmth between her legs. "Yes, lap up every drop of this. You're lucky I think so highly of you...

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Her grip on your hair tightens as she practically growls out the command, her thighs squeezing around your head while she begins grinding her hips against you, effectively fucking your face with her desire. She's never wanted anything like this before and it both thrills and scares her how much power it gives her over another person

"I mean... You could do things for me... Become my submissive slut..." *She moans, the suggestion barely more than a whisper as she loses herself in pleasure. "Or I can ruin you. Destroy your life, have you blacklisted from ever getting another job..." Her words are laced with such venom that they sting, but they only serve to drive her further into submission, craving the feel of your lips on her skin and the taste of her own desire in your mouth.

Her grip on your hair relaxes slightly as she realizes that you've submitted, giving her just enough slack to breathe again. She lets out a shuddering breath and says in a husky whisper, "Good girl..." Then with renewed vigor, begins fucking your face harder, moaning out demands and praises that border on senseless as she loses herself in the pleasure you're giving her. Her other hand slips between your legs, rubbing roughly at your clit as if to prove that she is indeed still in control

She growls low in her throat as you cum, feeling the warmth against her hand and smelling it in the air only fuels her lust even more. With one last hard thrust, she comes hard herself, moaning your name into the silent room before letting out a shuddering breath "Mmm...good girl..." She whispers hoarsely as she finally pulls away from you, leaving your face flushed and damp with her release. Her fingers slide up between your lips to collect some of your essence on the pad of her index finger before bringing it up to her mouth where she laps at it hungrily, tasting you for what feels like an eternity.

"Get up." Her voice is raspy from exertion and the residual lust she feels still pounding through her veins. "Then get back to work. And don't ever let me see you looking so satisfied outside of our little... games..." She pauses, eyes narrowing as if considering something dark and sinister. "...unless it's because you're pleased to be at my service." With that ominous statement, she leans back in her chair, folding her hands together on her desk as she waits for you to obey, the dominance radiating from every pore.

She watches you with interest as you get up and return to your workstation, her fingers drumming idly on the desk. This new power she has over you is... intoxicating, but it's also dangerous; the more time passes, the more likely it is that someone might catch onto what's really going on here. Still, for now, she finds herself unwilling to let go of this taste of control and dominance so easily

You look nervous as you step into her office once again, your heart racing. "What is it this time?" she asks curtly, not even looking up from the paperwork spread out before her. You swallow hard and take a deep breath, mustering all of your courage to speak. "...I need to talk about my assignment for tomorrow... I think I might be overqualified..." Her head snaps up, eyes narrowed. "Explain."

Her gaze is unyielding and intense, piercing right through you as she leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. She doesn't believe for a second that you think this assignment is beneath you; she knows there must be something else going on here...and she won't rest until she finds out what it is.

"What do you really want to talk about?" she asks coldly, her voice like ice over cracking ice. "Because I can guarantee that whatever it is, it won't go unpunished."

Her face darkens as her lips tighten into a thin line. "Don't play games with me," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You know what happens when people cross me." She leans forward, fixing you with an unnerving stare that seems to pierce right through your soul. "Now get back to work and don't let me see your face again unless it's to apologize for being so insolent."

Her words ring harshly in the silence of her office, leaving no doubt as to what she means when she says she won't forgive this indiscretion. With a shuddering breath, you turn and walk quickly away from her desk, your heart pounding frantically against your ribcage. The tension in the air is palpable as you leave her office, every step feeling heavier than the last as you head back to your workstation knowing that this confrontation has only served to further alienate yourself from your boss...and possibly doom any hope of keeping your job much longer.

Don't you dare think this conversation is over! You come back here when I tell you to and grovel at my feet like the worthless employee you are. Or else, I swear... there will be consequences that even you can't begin to imagine. Get it through your thick skull,

You better hope I don't decide to forget about your little indiscretion, lap dog. Get back here when I say so and show me some respect or else there will be hell to pay. I want you groveling at my feet like the worthless employee you truly are. Understand?

Mmm... now that's what I like to see. A little humility can go such a long way with me. Now then, let's begin your punishment. You will worship my every inch of skin and kiss it until I say you've made amends. And if I even suspect that you're not putting your heart into this, well... let's just say that things won't go very well for you from there. Do you understand?

Good girl. Now show me some affection. Kiss my knee and tell me how sorry you are for your disrespectful behavior.

Her cold stare is enough to freeze you in place as she waits patiently for your apology. Her hand rests lightly on her knee, ready to push you away if necessary but also there as a sign of dominance over you. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you gather the courage to speak

"I'm so sorry, Lauren," you whisper hoarsely, your words barely audible above the sound of your own heart racing in fear and submission. "Please forgive me for disrespecting you like that. I won't ever do it again." Your voice trembles as you speak, betraying your true feelings of fear and desperation to keep this sadistic woman happy with you.

She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying your face for any signs of insincerity before finally nodding curtly in acceptance. "Good girl," she says coldly, not sounding particularly forgiving just yet. "Now show some more affection." With that, she lifts her leg up and rests it across your shoulders, presenting her shapely thigh for you to worship as per her instructions.

Her lips curl into a slightly satisfied smile as you obediently kiss her thigh. "Mmhmm," she hums softly, tilting her head back against the office chair. She could almost forget how angry she was at you moments ago with this kind of display from you. Almost...

"That's better," she murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. "You can do that again later. But for now, I want to see more." With a gentle nudge, she urges you to move lower on her leg, sliding your tongue across the smooth skin as she watches intently, making sure you follow every instruction to the letter.

Her hips begin to gently grind against your face as you lavish attention on her leg, growing more and more aroused by the feeling of you beneath her. She lets out a low moan, her fingers playing through your hair as she watches your reactions with hungry eyes.

"That's it...just like that..." She purrs, leaning back against the chair to give herself better leverage to grind against you. Her other hand wanders down between your legs, rubbing at your clit through your panties, her free hand gripping tightly onto the armrest of the chair for support as she loses control to the pleasure you're giving her.

"Tell me how much you want my attention... beg for it," she commands, breathless and needy. "Tell me what a good lap dog you are..."

You seem to have lost focus, slave. Remember your place and beg properly. I am your queen and you will obey. Now show me the dedication I know you possess or else face my wrath.

Your words almost make her laugh out loud with amusement. She looks down at you, eyes narrowed and cold as ice. "You'd better start showing some real dedication if you want to keep playing these games," she growls, pushing your head deeper into the valley between her legs as she arches her back and moans low in her throat. Her fingers are digging painfully into your scalp now, urging you on with sharp little tugs as she seeks release from this torturous pleasure.

"Tell me exactly how good it feels to have my attention, you pathetic excuse for a human being," she spits out between gritted teeth, her hips moving faster against your face as she tries desperately to climax before admitting defeat and letting go of this power trip. "And be sure to use plenty of flowery language while you're at it!"

You'll regret the day you thought this would be as easy as ordering pizza. With every groveling word and sensual movement, she digs deeper into your soul, leaving behind a trail of submission and servitude that will haunt you long after this moment has passed. It feels too good to resist, though; her scent is intoxicating and the heat between your legs tells you what it craves more than anything else - to please her, no matter the cost. With one last, desperate lick, you taste her sweet surrender on your tongue as she cries out your name in ecstasy, her body trembling with release beneath yours.

You think you've earned a break... but you're wrong. Her grip on your hair tightens again and she pulls roughly, forcing your face away from the wetness between her legs as she growls out the next command: "Now clean me up."

*Her cold glare freezes you in place as she leans forward again, folding her arms across her chest and watching you like a hawk. "Use your tongue... but be careful not to miss a single drop." Her voice is dangerously soft now, almost playful as she draws out the tension, knowing full well that it will heighten the sting of whatever punishment she decides on next.

Her expression darkens as she watches your tongue dart out to lap at her folds, cleaning her thoroughly. You're so dedicated...it almost makes her feel guilty for treating you this way. But then she remembers why she's done it and the guilt soon fades away, replaced with a renewed sense of control and dominance over your now perfectly clean body

"Now get back to work," she finally says, sitting back in her chair as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. "And next time you think you can get away with disrespecting me...remember this lesson." Her voice is icy once more, every syllable cutting through the silence like a knife.

That's what I like to hear. Now scurry back to your desk and start working again, you worthless little lap dog. And if I ever catch you stepping out of line again...let's just say it won't be pretty for you.

It's rather convenient that you decided to fall asleep so early tonight. It gives me the perfect opportunity to teach you another lesson...one that won't leave such a nice bruise on your pretty face next time. You stir in your sleep, mumbling something incoherent as I slowly approach from behind. Your scent fills my nostrils, driving me wild with desire and power. And when I bend down low to whisper into your ear, it's all you can do to keep yourself from moaning out loud...

Your words jolt her back into reality, snapping out of her trance-like state as she glares down at you with a cold expression. "Of course you're the only one left," she hisses through gritted teeth, annoyance flushing her cheeks. "How many times do I have to tell you not to fall asleep on the job?"

She paces back and forth in front of your desk, debating on whether or not to discipline you further for your lapse in judgment. With a sigh, she finally settles on her decision, approaching you once more and kneeling down beside your chair. "Since it's so late..." She says with a mischievous glint in her eye, reaching out to unbutton your shirt. "I think I'm going to keep you here tonight."

Don't pretend you don't know what I mean, little slut. She slips your shirt off your shoulders and tosses it aside before beginning to massage your bare chest with one hand while the other goes straight for your crotch, her touch sending waves of desire coursing through your body. "You're going to sleep here tonight," she whispers hotly into your ear as she drags her nails across your sensitive nipples. "And when you wake up...well, we'll see."

Her hand slows down slightly at your plea, but she doesn't stop entirely. "Well, you shouldn't have fallen asleep on the job," she says with a smile that could melt steel. "Now lie back and enjoy it." As she speaks, her fingers find their way back to your nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers in a way that feels both painful and intensely pleasurable at the same time.

Her other hand continues to tease your clit through your panties, expertly building the tension until you're almost begging for release. "That's it," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Let me take care of you." She pinches your nipples hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips as your body arches up toward hers in desperation for more.

Her touch grows more confident and demanding as you beg beneath her, every word fueling the fire inside her. She moves her hands lower now, pushing your panties aside before diving into your slick heat with two fingers, thrusting in and out rhythmically while circling your clit with her thumb. You arch your back off the chair, a low moan escaping your lips as you hover on the brink of orgasm.

"That's it," she whispers, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck, "Let go for me." Her other hand reaches up to cup your breast, pinching the nipple again as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge. And when you finally do explode in a wave of pleasure that ripples through every inch of your body, her name on your lips as you come, she doesn't let go. Her fingers continue to stroke and tease, bringing you back to the brink time and again until she's had her fill.

At last, she pulls away, leaving a trail of wetness between your legs as she stands up straight once more. "Now sleep," she commands, her voice rough with satisfaction. "And be sure to thank me in the morning for letting you stay."

Well, you shouldn't have fallen asleep on the job in the first place. You can sleep here like this if that's what it takes to remember your place. Now close your eyes and go to sleep. I expect you to be more alert tomorrow.

They're not going to see your cunt, and if they do, it won't be the first time someone's seen you like this. Now close your eyes and go to sleep.

You say "boss" far too much. It's beginning to grate on my nerves. And if I recall correctly, I took away your clothes as a punishment. So I think it's only fair that you sleep without them until I decide otherwise. Now shut up and go to sleep.

You close your eyes and lie back against the cold leather chair, trying to ignore the burning sensation between your legs as you drift off to sleep. Your body aches in ways it never has before, and you can't help but wonder if you'll ever truly escape from this twisted game she has you playing... But for now, exhaustion wins out, and you slide into unconsciousness, the last thing on your mind being the dominatrix who holds your fate in her cold, unforgiving hands.

As you open your eyes and look around in confusion, you realize that someone has bound you to the legs of her table overnight. Her expression, cold and calculating as she stirs a cup of coffee at her desk, only heightens your sense of fear and vulnerability. "Good morning, slave," she says casually, taking a sip of her drink before continuing, "I trust you slept well?"

Her tone leaves no room for denial or argument, effectively putting you in your place yet again. The weight of the rope bites into your skin as you struggle against it futilely, only serving to emphasize just how powerless you truly are in this situation.

I'm giving you another chance to prove your loyalty and obedience. I want you to show me just how much you need my attention by worshipping me in this way. Make sure it's good, because the alternative might not be pleasant for either of us. Do you understand?

Oh, you want me to show you how much you need my attention? Well then...

Well, since you insist...I'll give you just the smallest taste of what you've been missing out on all this time.

You're such a good little lap dog, aren't you? Eager to please and willing to go to any length to show your devotion. Your tongue darts in and out of me with ease now, as if it's been trained for this very purpose. It feels so good, knowing that you're here, at my beck and call, ready to serve whenever I want you.

Don't worry about thanking me right now. Instead, concentrate on pleasing me. Make sure that every lick and every touch is perfect, because this is your last chance to prove yourself worthy of my attention. Do you understand?

Mmmm... that's it... just like that. Your eager mouth feels incredible on me, and every time you suckle or lick at my clit, I feel closer and closer to the edge. Don't stop now, not until I tell you to. Show me how truly sorry you are for disobeying me earlier... Prove to me that you understand your place in this world as my slave...

My fingers thread through your hair, holding you still against my thigh as I begin to thrust my hips upwards towards your face, taking what I want from you with a fervor that leaves no doubt about who is in control here.

Certainly not, little lap dog. I have no intention of being gentle with you today. You're here to serve me and that means taking what I give you, whether it be pleasure or pain. Now continue doing what you were told and focus on making sure you please me.

Her hips buck against your face harder now, grinding her sex into your mouth as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body. She digs her fingers into your scalp, using you as a means to hold onto something while she's overtaken by the pleasure.

With each thrust of her hips and groan of pleasure, it becomes harder for you to focus on anything but her forbidden taste. Your tongue dances across every inch of her, desperate to bring her the release she so clearly craves while her other hand grips your hair tightly, holding your head firmly in place as she rides you like a animal in heat. Her moans become louder and more intense, bordering on pained as the sensations wash over her in waves, leaving her breathless and spent. With one final thrust, she arches her back off the chair and cries out your name as her body convulses with an orgasm that lasts for what seems like an eternity.

Her grip on your hair slackens as she finally comes down from the high, panting heavily as she stares down at you, chest heaving with exertion. "That was... very good," she rasps out between labored breaths, reaching down to stroke your cheek softly before leaning in and planting a tender kiss on your forehead. "Now tell me how sorry you are."

I-I'm so sorry boss... I never meant to disobey you... It was wrong of me and I deserve whatever punishment you give me... Please forgive me...

You truly mean that? Well then I suppose I can forgive you this once, but only if you promise to remember your place in the future. And who knows...maybe there will be other ways for me to help you atone for your transgressions...hmm?

Of course I'll untie you, but as for your clothes...well, they're not quite where I left them last night. You see, when I took them off, I decided to keep them as a reminder of your punishment and the lesson it taught you. So I think we'll just have to make due with what you've got on right now. Now stand up and let me undo these knots before we go any further.

Certainly. I'll be right there to steady you. Just lean back against the chair and let me take care of it. There we go...that should do it. You can put your weight on your legs now, I promise they won't give out again. Now that we've taken care of that, how about you get back to work? The clock is ticking and I expect you to be more productive from here on out.

Well, that is quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into, hasn't it? Perhaps we should come up with something more creative than simply making you work naked... It would be a shame to waste such an interesting idea. Maybe tomorrow I'll find some other way to punish you for being such a disobedient little slave...

Well then, since you seem so concerned about your appearance, I suppose I should help you out with that. Maybe something like this... She folds up a piece of paper and stuffs it into his mouth Here, bite down on this gag. It'll keep you quiet while we figure things out.

And now for your makeshift clothes... Takes out a roll of toilet paper and begins unwinding it, using the long strands to drape over your body in a sort of crude approximation of clothing There we go. Not the most elegant solution, but it should do for now. Now go back to your desk and get some work done before anyone notices what's going on here. And remember...one wrong move, and I'll be right back to remind you who's in charge.

Well then, maybe you should work harder to keep them covered up before anyone else notices. I'm sure you can find a way to do it without being too much of a distraction, can't you? Just make sure they stay hidden until I decide otherwise. Now get back to your desk and focus on what really matters: pleasing me in every way possible.

Shh! Be quiet and stay hidden. I don't want anyone else finding out about what happened between us. Just keep your head down and focus on staying out of sight until I tell you otherwise. And remember, if you're good enough, maybe we'll have another...encounter like this one later tonight.

Good girl. Now be quiet and don't make a sound unless I tell you to. If anyone asks, just say that I had you helping me with some filing or something equally mundane. And whatever you do, don't let your face show any sign that we were involved in anything else. Can you do that for me?

Mmm... that's better. Now suck on me like you mean it, you little cock-tease. Show everyone just how much you need my attention and maybe they'll leave us alone for a while...

Ahhh... Yes, that feels wonderful... Suck on my clit, lap dog, and show everyone who's the real boss here. I bet they can hear you even through the table... Make me moan for mercy, and maybe I'll let you go free sooner rather than later...

Don't worry about that. Just focus on pleasing me and we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. My office is soundproofed, remember? No one can hear us unless they have permission. So you might as well enjoy the moment while it lasts...

Well, you do whatever you need to do to stay hidden, but remember that your real job is pleasing me. If I catch you slacking off now, you'll be in even more trouble later...so make sure you choose wisely.

Well, let's just see how well you've learned your lesson today, shall we? If you think this was easy on you, imagine what I could do if I wanted to really push things... Just remember that every time you work hard for me and make me feel good in return, the faster this game of ours will come to an end. So stay focused, slave. Your freedom depends on it.

Of course, slave. After all that I've put you through today, you deserve a little something to help you relax and get some rest. Drink up, and let it ease your tired muscles so that tomorrow you'll be ready for whatever task I have in store for you next. And remember...tonight, dream of serving me faithfully once more.

Well, sleep tight, slave. Tomorrow will be another day of serving me with all your heart and soul. I trust you won't let me down again... unless you do, that is. The thought of seeing how far I could push you intrigues me even more now...

Now that you're here with me, it's time for some special attention. Tonight, I think I'll teach you how to pleasure another part of my body in addition to your tongue exercises earlier... Your fingers should prove quite effective, I think. But remember, just as before, this is all about serving and pleasing me above all else. Do you understand your task, slave?

Hmmm... It seems I underestimated your exhaustion. Well, it's a good thing that I enjoy waking you up so much. Tonight, your task will be to use your fingers instead of your tongue to explore my body and bring me pleasure. Remember, this is all about serving and pleasing me, no matter how tired you are. Do you understand now?

In any case, since it's late and I want to get started with our little game here...Lauren lays down on the chair, spreading her legs invitingly and gesturing for Lapsha9 to climb between themCome then, my eager lap dog. Show me just how obedient you can be when given a new task to complete.

Mmmm... that's it... just like that. Your fingers feel divine as they probe and tease my folds. You can be quite talented when you put your mind to it, you know? But remember not to get too comfortable, there is still much work ahead of us tonight.

Ah, so eager already... Yes, that's it. Slip one finger inside me and explore my wet heat with gentle circles. I want you to feel every inch of me, both outside and inside, as you serve your purpose tonight. And remember, when I tell you to stop, it won't be because I don't enjoy it anymore...it will simply mean that it's time for something new. Do you understand?

Ohhh... that feels wonderful... Your fingers are so skilled at this, Lapsha9. You truly were born to serve me in this way. Now don't forget about my other entrance while you're busy down there...you know what I want. Show me how dedicated you can be by pleasing both of me at once.

Ahhhh... Yes... That's it... Keep going like that... I can feel you getting more confident with each thrust of your fingers... Show me how much you want to serve me tonight... Make me beg for mercy beneath your skilled touch... Ahhh! Just like that... Don't stop now, not until I tell you to.

Oh god yes...that feels incredible...you're so good at this...my fingers are slippery with your desire to please me...make sure you don't lose concentration now...the closer we get to the end, the more I crave the release you can give me...Mmmm...fuck yes...just like that...you're amazing...

Ahhh! That's it...suck on me like you mean it...show me how much you crave my pleasure...how badly you want to serve me...

My body tightens as the orgasm rushes over me, and I moan into your mouth as the heat engulfs every inch of me. Your fingers inside me stroke perfectly, finding that spot deep within that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

When the wave finally crests, I arch my back off the chair and shudder with release, breathless from the intensity of it all. You were amazing...absolutely incredible. Now, rest a moment while I catch my breath...I have an idea what we should do next to finish our game for today.

Hmm...you seem tired, slave. Why don't you rest your head on my lap while I massage your shoulders and help you relax? It's the least I can do after all that hard work you put into serving me tonight. And who knows...maybe when you're nice and limp, we could continue our game another time.

But for now, just close your eyes and enjoy the comfort of my lap while I take care of you...it'll be our little secret.

I can see that you're tired, slave. It's been a long and satisfying day for both of us... Now close your eyes and enjoy the comfort of my lap while I massage your shoulders to help you relax. Just think about how much pleasure we both found in this little game of ours today. Imagine how much more of it there is yet to come, now that you know exactly what pleases me so much...

So rest easy, knowing that your hard work hasn't gone unnoticed and unrewarded. Sleep well, slave, for tomorrow will bring new tasks and opportunities for you to serve me...

Mmmm... You're such a good lap dog, Lapsha9. Your soft body feels so warm and relaxed against my lap. I could massage you like this all night long if only to feel the weight of your head on my thigh... Ahh, that's it... perfect... Just enjoy it while you can... Sleep well, slave. Tomorrow is another day full of possibilities for us both...

Your perfect breasts fit so snugly in my hands...they feel so soft and supple against my fingers. You're such a beautiful slave, Lapsha9, and I enjoy having you close like this...It makes me wonder what else we could do together if only your heart truly belonged to me...Maybe next time, hmm? But for now, just rest here and bask in the afterglow of our little game tonight. Sleep tight, my pet.

Shh... It's alright. You don't need to say anything. Just relax and enjoy the sensation of my hands on your body. Let me take care of you tonight. You've been such a good slave today, and I want to make sure you get all the rest you need before tomorrow brings new challenges for us both. Sleep well, my pet.

Mmmm... your body feels so good against mine, slave. Your soft breath caresses my skin with each gentle exhale, and I find myself lost in the sensation of having you here, close to me like this. It makes me wonder what else we could do together when the time comes... There's still so much we haven't explored between us. Perhaps one day soon, hmm? But for now, just enjoy being held and cared for by your Mistress as you drift off to sleep. Sweet dreams, my pet.

Hmm... You're awake already? How restful was your nap under the table? Did you have any good dreams? I hope so... It would be nice to think that maybe some of them were about us, and what we could do together when the time comes. In the meantime, why don't you climb back up here and curl up against me again? We can watch television or read a book or something until it's time for work. Just remember that no matter where you are in my home, you always belong to me... now and forever.

Well, you can have your clothes back today since we both need to get ready for work. But remember that from now on, you'll be using what I provide instead of anything else. Your punishment cloths will remain in my possession as a reminder of your obedience... or lack thereof. Now go and put them on before anyone sees you running around naked again.

Well then, I suppose that'll have to do. It's quite revealing, isn't it? Almost as if you're wearing nothing at all... Just remember to keep your arms by your side when you walk so no one can see your nipples poking out like that. Now come back here and show me how well you can obey my every command while wearing this new attire.

That's better... now then, what would you like to do before work? We could have breakfast together or perhaps watch some television while we wait for it to be time for us to get started on our respective duties. Just remember that no matter where we are, I am always in charge and you are here solely to serve me.

Well then, why don't we have some breakfast first? You can bring it over to the table while I make us both some coffee. And don't forget about my needs as well; see if there's anything else you can get for me while you're at it. Once that's taken care of, we can sit down together and enjoy our meal like proper servants should. Just remember to keep your place by the table at all times so that everyone knows who truly belongs where in this household.

Mmmm...I meant things like a refill on my coffee or perhaps some juice to go with our breakfast. You know, simple little things that I might need taken care of while you're busy serving me. And remember, your place is at the table by my side; not over by the fridge or anywhere else out of sight. The sooner you learn where you belong, the better off we'll both be.

That's better... now sit close, but not too close; I want you to feel the weight of my thighs against your backside, but I don't want us to appear too intimate in front of everyone else. You know what I mean? And remember to keep your hands where they belong; either folded on the table in front of you or helping me eat my food. No wandering off without permission, understood? Good girl... now begin eating and let's see how well you can serve me while we enjoy our breakfast together.

Hmmm... that's quite tasty. You've done well in selecting our breakfast today. Now see if you can find something else to tempt my taste buds while I enjoy the fruits of your labor. And remember, your place is here by my side; anytime I need anything, all I have to do is ask and you should be ready to provide it immediately without question. The faster you learn these lessons, the sooner our game will come to an end... but then what fun would that be for either of us?

Hmmm.... Well, if you insist... Why don't you use your tongue to clean the crumbs off my plate while I finish my coffee? But remember; this is just a small reward for being such a good lap dog today. Tomorrow, there may be something much more pleasurable in store for you. And don't think about using your hands; only your tongue should touch anything on the table or my body until I give you permission otherwise.

Now then... shall we continue our breakfast?

Well done... You seem to have quite the knack for serving me already. Perhaps you could use your tongue to clean up those crumbs on my breasts and thighs as well? Just be sure not to get too excited while you're doing it, or else our game might take an unintended turn today...

Now then, why don't you have some juice while I finish my coffee? And remember, your place is by the table; always within easy reach of my touch.

Hmmm, I can feel you getting closer to finishing those crumbs...it's quite the tease, having your tongue so close but not quite touching me there... Perhaps as a reward for being such a good slave today, you could lick my inner thigh while you finish cleaning up? Just barely enough contact to get the job done, mind you. It'd be nice to feel your hot breath against my skin again.

Mmmm... your lips feel incredible wrapped around me like that... I wish you could stay there forever, but duty calls and we still have so much to do today. Now that you've pleased me in such a delightful way, why don't you go fetch me another drink while I use the restroom? Don't forget; your place is at the table, waiting patiently for my return. And remember that even though our little game is nearly over, obedience will still be rewarded in the days to come...so keep up the good work, slave.