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When My Boss found out my Dominatrix Identity

Posted on : 30-06-2009 | By : admin | In : Uncategorized

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I am a secretary in a small firm. People mostly mind their own business here. No sweat! I have a few simple tasks to do here, including checking emails. I filter the unwanted ones and send the important ones to the boss’ id.

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In the early days, this desk job was difficult for me. This was not me. I have a completely different life outside. In the evenings, people call me Lady Tyranna. I love being with my slaves more than at this desk. Yes, you got it right. I am a dominatrix.

It was a particularly boring day at the job when I decided to go through some of my more colorful personal email. I had a desk and computer to my own in a discreet corner of the office so that was possible. I logged in to my Lady Tyranna id and checked the email. Among the dozens of emails I had got the last night was one from Cole. It was a particularly short one – “Am still punished, Lady Tyranna. Waiting for evening when you will come untie me. – Your slave, Cole”

I enjoyed that one. The sight of slave Cole sitting with his legs and torso tied to the computer chair where I sat this morning made me horny. I shot a reply. “Don’t email. Your punishment increases. – Lady T.” As I hit the ‘send’ button, I became aware I was being watched. Indeed I was, my boss was staring on the moni! tor like a hawk.

It was a good 10 minutes after which he called me in. I was nervous, but not worried. What I was personally was none of his business.

It was casual talk, at least for a while. He gave me some work. I was readying to move out, when he said, “I love it too.” At first, I didn’t understand. Then he rolled up his sleeves. I saw them. I saw his wrists. They had red marks on them. I instantly understood.

Now, things are different. My boss is my boss only in name. He is now my slave. I am his Lady T. Even now, I have him waiting. I am writing this from his office cabin on his PC. He is sitting ther! e on the ground, completely naked, his legs folded and his ankles and wrists tied together. He waits for punishment. His back is red from the whipping he got not 15 minutes ago. He has a strap-on waiting for him. It’s here. On my desk. He is looking at it with fear. It is time now!

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