Girl gives guy vertigo by scissors

Ms. Simmons, the sultry office secretary, had a secret. Beneath her prim and proper exterior, she was a dominant vixen, craving power and control. Her latest target was young Tim, the shy new intern. Ms. Simmons relished the challenge of breaking the virginal boy.

One morning, as Tim timidly entered the office, he was greeted by the sight of Ms. Simmons leaning seductively over her desk, her ample cleavage peeking out from her tight blouse. “Timmy,” she purred, “I need your help with a special project. Come into my office.”

Inside, Ms. Simmons locked the door and advanced on the trembling intern. “Take off your clothes, boy,” she commanded. “I want to see what I’m working with.” Mortified, Tim obeyed, stripping down to his boxer shorts.

“Not good enough,” Ms. Simmons growled, ripping off his remaining undergarments. She gripped her crop tightly. “Bend over the desk.”

Tim whimpered as Ms. Simmons began to strike his bare bottom, leaving angry red welts. “This will train you to be submissive,” she explained wickedly. “To obey your Mistress.”

She rubbed his bruised flesh before pulling out a gleaming metal pinwheel and rolling it over his buttocks. Tim yelped at the exquisite pain. Next, Ms. Simmons retrieved a riding crop which she flicked against his most sensitive areas, making the boy cry out.

“I know you’re hiding something, Tim,” Ms. Simmons said, smacking his sensitive parts with the crop. “Show me what a naughty boy you are.” Choking back his humiliation, Tim pulled out his hard penis to her cruel delight.

“You think you deserve pleasure?” she scoffed. “Earn it first.” Ms. Simmons picked up a leather strap and cracked it against his balls, which turned a shameful purple. The boy doubled over in pain, fighting back sobs.

“Still thinking of yourself?” she tutted. “Here’s a better use of this.” With that, she dangled Tim’s member in a captivity bar, squeezing his most sensitive parts until they threatened to burst from the pressure. The intense sensations made the poor boy shiver uncontrollably.

Ms. Simmons then restrained her victim in a voluptuous full body bondage suit with built-in genital stimulation. With a hollow strap she plugged his penis and with a strap that went around his butt, she thrust the dildo tip into his anus while hitched his virtually-bound closely to her body so she could talk dirty in his ear about what was going to be done to him while he wore that bondage gear. The sensations were indescribable, making him gasp and quiver.

Next, she shoved him against the office window so the entire office could watch his humiliation. With deft fingers, she rolled up his rigid cock between the loops of a horsehair dildo which caused erotic friction to put him dangerously close to orgasm.

While his sensitive parts were still tender from the intense stimulation, Ms. Simmons putTim in a mean strappado. With weights at the ends of the ropes, he hung bondaged and vulnerable, terrified he might orgasm with such brutality. She kept him there for some time before mercifully releasing him.

But the Dominatrix wasn’t done. She touched his most sensitive parts with a cold bottle of water, making him shriek. As a final act, she put on a shiny lurex leotard and began doing yoga poses, her shiny outfit spreading wetness along her inner thighs as she royally showed off her goods. Tim watched, hazy, his cock throbbing, utterly enthralled. The Dominatrix hit him with a governing kick while he stood transfixed.

Finally, she smeared honey on his penis. He groaned at the sticky sensation but before he could react, she plunged a suction leaked across his member. The pull and tug made him cry out before climaxing violently.

Ms. Simmons licked her lips, savoring Tim’s delectable humiliation and submission. She had fully claimed the boy, broken him, and remade him in her image. Tim was now hers, a perfect obedient toy to use as she pleased.

And use him she would. Ms. Simmons had many more depraved delights to introduce her new plaything to. Her eyes gleamed wickedly as she schemed her next torments for the poor intern. “Afternoon, boss,” she said with a wicked smile as she departed the office for the day.