Dyked – Teen Naomi Woods Dommed by Lesbian Boss

Title: Blonde Boss’s Brunette Bondage Fun

Naomi Woods, the wide-eyed, teen beauty with cascading chestnut tresses, stumbled into the towering high-rise office building, her heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She clutched her new hire paperwork, her hand trembling slightly as she approached the reception desk manned by a severe-looking blonde.

“I have an interview with Ms. Chandler,” Naomi managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

The blonde receptionist, her hair pulled back into a strict bun, looked up and down Naomi’s petite frame appraisingly. “Take a seat. I’ll let her know you’re here.”

Naomi sank into one of the plush leather chairs, her mind racing. She had always dreamed of working in the big city, but nothing could have prepared her for the intimidating presence of her potential new boss – the infamous Miss Chandler, a woman renowned for her cutting wit, steely demeanor, and ruthless business acumen.

As she waited, Naomi couldn’t help but glance around the opulent surroundings of Chandler Enterprise. The marble floors gleamed under her feet, and expensive-looking artwork lined the walls. Suddenly, a door swung open, and out strode a tall, elegant figure. Miss Chandler herself.

Naomi’s breath caught in her throat. Miss Chandler was stunning, with long, honey-blonde hair falling in waves around her tanned shoulders and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She was dressed in a sleek, black pencil skirt and a crisp, white blouse that struggled to contain her ample bosom. The tall heels of her designer stilettos clicked authoritatively on the marble as she approached.

“Miss Woods,” Miss Chandler greeted, her voice cool and measured. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

Naomi stood up on shaky legs, trying her best to appear confident. “Th-thank you, Miss Chandler. I’m delighted to be here.”

Miss Chandler’s red lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “I do hope you’re as eager as you seem. I have very… specific requirements for an assistant.”

With that, she turned on her heel and strode back into her office, leaving Naomi to scramble after her. The door closed with a soft click behind them, shutting out the rest of the world.

“Please, have a seat,” Miss Chandler gestured to a chair across from her massive mahogany desk. The office was even more lavish than the waiting area, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline.

As Naomi perched nervously on the edge of the chair, Miss Chandler took her seat, her gaze fixed intently on her potential new hire. “I must admit, Miss Woods, I was surprised to receive your application. You seem… far too delicate for a position at Chandler Enterprise.”

Naomi’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she met Miss Chandler’s gaze head-on. “I assure you, Miss Chandler, I may look small, but I’m much tougher than I appear.”

Miss Chandler’s eyes gleamed with sudden interest, and she leaned forward, her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her blouse. “Is that so? I do love a challenge.”

Naomi swallowed hard, feeling her pulse quicken at the predatory look in her boss’s eyes. Miss Chandler stood up abruptly, and Naomi couldn’t help but notice how her skirt hugged her curvy hips. She walked around the desk and perched on the edge, her long legs crossed at the ankle.

“I think you and I are going to get along just fine, Miss Woods,” Miss Chandler purred, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from her face. “But I should warn you… I have very particular tastes. I’m not sure a naive little thing like you could handle me.”

Naomi’s heart raced, and she felt her panties dampening at the sheer sexuality of her new boss. Miss Chandler exuded raw, primal power, and it was intoxicating. “I’m willing to learn, Miss Chandler,” she whispered.

Miss Chandler reached out and traced a perfectly manicured finger along Naomi’s jawline, sending shivers down her spine. “Such a good girl,” she cooed. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Without warning, Miss Chandler grabbed Naomi’s hand and pulled her to her feet. She whirled them around and bent Naomi over the desk, her skirt flipping up to reveal her bare, firm ass. Naomi gasped in surprise, but before she could react, Miss Chandler brought her hand down hard on the soft flesh.

smack!

Naomi yelped, more from shock than pain. Miss Chandler smirked and rubbed her stinging cheek. “I do hope you’re not one of those brats who likes to play rough. I’m far too experienced for you.”

smack!

Another stinging slap landed on Naomi’s other cheek. She whimpered, trying to squirm away, but Miss Chandler held her firm. “I said, I’m too experienced for you,” she repeated, punctuating each word with another sharp smack.

Tears pricked at the corners of Naomi’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She gritted her teeth and endured the punishment, her ass growing redder and more tender with each strike. Finally, Miss Chandler released her, and Naomi collapsed onto the plush carpet, gasping for breath.

Miss Chandler looked down at her, her eyes dark with lust. “I hope that little taste of what I’m capable of gets you ready for what’s next. I have plans for you, my sweet little puppy.”

Naomi trembled, barely able to form a response. “Yes, Miss Chandler,” she murmured, her voice hoarse with mingled pain and excitement.

Miss Chandler offered her a hand and pulled her up, leading her across the office. “Come along. It’s time for your next lesson.”

She opened a door that Naomi had assumed was merely a closet, and guided her inside. As Naomi’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she realized it was a small, private room, furnished only with a large, leather bondsage table. Restraints hung from the ceiling, and the walls were covered in shiny, metal restraints and impact toys.

“Welcome to my playroom,” Miss Chandler purred, closing the door behind them. “This is where I train my little playthings. You’re in for a treat…”

She pushed Naomi down onto the table and strapped her wrists and ankles into the restraints, leaving her spread-eagle and completely at Miss Chandler’s mercy. “Now, let’s see what you’re made of.”

Miss Chandler Waltzed Over To A Tall Dresser And Rummaged Through The Drawers, Emerging With A Leather Flogger And A Wicked Looking Strap-on Dildo.

“Are you ready to be a good little puppy?” Miss Chandler purred, swishing the flogger through the air with a menacing crack!

“Yes, Miss Chandler,” Naomi mewled, her voice quivering. “I’ll be your good girl.”

Miss Chandler smirked, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “You’d better be. Or the consequences will be rough…”

With that, she raised the flogger and brought it down across Naomi’s tender flesh, making her scream with mingled pain and pleasure. The leather tails kissed her skin like a dozen stinging little kisses, turning her supple ass a bright shade of scarlet.

smack!

smack!

smack!

Miss Chandler’s arm moved like a machine, an artist wielding her brush. She worked the flogger across Naomi’s backside with expert precision, leaving not a single inch untouched. Naomi writhed against her bonds, her tears streaming down her flushed face, but she didn’t beg Miss Chandler to stop. She was determined to prove her worth.

As Naomi’s flesh began to swell into vivid red welts, Miss Chandler finally throwe the flogger aside and reached for her strap-on. “I do believe you’ve earned a reward,” she purred, snapping the thick leather belt around her waist and buckling the dildo into place.

The massive phallus jutted out like a glistening spear. It looked impossible to take, but Naomi was too far gone to protest. As Miss Chandler climbed onto the table and positioned herself between her splayed thighs, she could only gasp and shudder in anticipation.

Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, Miss Chandler began to push her enormous cock into Naomi’s tight, dripping cunt. Naomi threw her head back and wailed as she was stretched open, the thick shaft forcing itself deeper and deeper inside her.

“Ohhhhh fuuuck…” Miss Chandler groaned, her eyelids fluttering as Naomi’s velvet walls clung to her meat. “Such a good little slut. You were made for this…”

Once she was fully sheathed inside Naomi’s spasming cunt, Miss Chandler began to move. She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm, plunging her heavy cock in and out of Naomi’s sopping wet snatch with long, powerful strokes.

“Yes, yes, FUCK!” Naomi screamed from the table, her entire body quaking with each drive of Miss Chandler’s hips. She’d never been fucked so hard, so deep. Her world had narrowed to the thick slide of hot silicone inside her, the slap of Miss Chandler’s apron against her tender ass, the stinging caress of those painful welts left behind by the cruel leather flogger.

It was too much. It was perfect. Her cunt clenched and spasmed around Miss Chandler’s pistoning cock, milking it for all it was worth. Miss Chandler rode her harder, harsher, her hips slamming into Naomi’s bruised ass with bruising force.

Their bodies rose to a fever pitch, sweat coating their straining muscles as they bucked and thrashed against each other. Naomi heard herself screaming as a white-hot climax exploded through her, her cunt convulsing violently around Miss Chandler’s pistoning cock.

Miss Chandler threw back her head and howled, her own orgasm crashing over her as Naomi’s pussy rippled and squeezed her deep inside. They rode out the storm together, Miss Chandler’s powerful grasp on Naomi’s hips the only thing keeping them from being flung apart by the force of their shared climax.

Finally, the tempest subsided, leaving them delirious and gasping, fluids still dripping from Naomi’s well-used cunt.

“Wow…” Naomi panted, her head lolling dizzily. “I’ve never… that was absolutely…”

To her surprise, Miss Chandler laughed, a rich, throaty chortle that sent tingles down Naomi’s spine. “You did good, puppy,” she purred, unclasping her strap-on and setting it aside. “Very good indeed. I think you’re going to fit in perfectly here at Chandler Enterprise.”

She reached up and released the restraints holding Naomi down, then hauled the wobbly girl up into a deep, searing kiss. Naomi returned it eagerly, her tongue dancing and twining with Miss Chandler’s.

When they finally came up for air, Naomi was grinning like the cat that got the cream. Somehow, she had a feeling her new career was going to be quite… exciting indeed.

The door to Miss Chandler’s office opened, and the receptionist, Amy, poked her head in, her nosy gaze sliding over Naomi’s disheveled appearance with barely-disguised curiosity.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Miss Chandler, but your next appointment is here,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

Miss Chandler flicked a quick glance at the clock and nodded, though she seemed reluctant to release her grip on Naomi. “Excellent. I’ll be out in a moment, Amy. Miss Woods was just leaving.”

“If you say so, boss.” Amy smirked, slinking back out into the main office with the air of a satisfied cat.

Miss Chandler turned back to Naomi, her lips curling into a wicked little smile. “I’m afraid our playtime must come to a close for now, puppy. But don’t you worry…” She reached out and tweaked Naomi’s cleavage with a perfectly manicured nail. “I have a feeling we’ll have plenty more opportunities to….work out the details of your employment in the future.”

Naomi bit her lower lip, trying to look like a shy, innocent doe, even as her juices seeped between her thighs at the promise in Miss Chandler’s words. “I look forward to it, Miss Chandler,” she said, her voice smooth as silk.

And with a final, sultry wink from her new boss, Naomi made her way out of Miss Chandler’s office, taking care to hold her head high and sway her hips with each step. She couldn’t wait to see what other surprises Chandler Enterprise had in store for her.