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Title: The Secretary’s Revenge: A Dominating Strapon Play

In the hushed cubicles of the office, under the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant chatter of keyboards, something dark and delicious was brewing. For weeks, the hotshot corporate secretary, Veronica, had been silently seething. Her boss, the lecherous Mr. Johnson, had been making his lewd advances, his wandering eyes and roaming hands becoming more brazen by the day. Veronica, with her cascading chestnut hair, piercing green eyes, and curvy hourglass figure, was used to male attention, but Mr. Johnson’s crude ways were reaching new lows.

One evening, as the office was quieting down for the night, Veronica strode into Mr. Johnson’s corner office with purpose. He looked up from his desk, surprise painting his features as she slammed the door shut.

“I’ve had enough,” she declared, her voice shaky but resolute.

Mr. Johnson, a smug grin spreading across his face, leaned back in his leather chair. “Oh, come on, Veronica. You know you can’t resist me. Why don’t you come sit on my lap, kitten?”

Veronica’s eyes flashed with anger. “I’m not your kitten. I’m your secretary. And you’re going to respect that, or else…”

She sauntered around the desk, her four-inch stilettos clicking menacingly on the polished floor. Mr. Johnson’s brow furrowed in confusion, but his eyes drank in her every delicious curve.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” he queried, jolted out of his stupor as Veronica grabbed his wrists and fastened them to the arms of the chair with zip ties.

“I’m taking back control,” she replied with a wicked grin. She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a riding crop, slapping it ominously against her palm.

Mr. Johnson struggled against his bonds, realization and fear slowly dawning on his face. Veronica, meanwhile, removed her jacket, revealing a lacy red bustier that hugged her ample breasts. She shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her in stockings and a tiny thong.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Mr. Johnson exclaimed, his eyes wide as he took in her barely concealed form.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson about respect, sir,” Veronica purred, her voice dripping with wicked intent. She reached into her bag again, pulling out a strap-on dildo, and began attaching it to herself.

Mr. Johnson’s face paled as he watched, helpless to intervene. Veronica was now the embodiment of a naughty secretary fantasy, only this one was determined to turn the tables. She climbed onto his lap, grinding the dildo against his crotch.

“How does it feel to be at my mercy?” she whispered in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. “To have your own secretary dominate you like this?”

Mr. Johnson could only whimper in response, a confusing mix of fear and arousal warring within him.

Veronica began to move, the dildo rubbing against his now-bulging erection. She couldn’t help but smirk at the irony. She was the one in control, the one giving the orders.

“You’re going to be a good boy from now on, understand?” she panted, her own arousal growing. “You’re going to treat me with the respect I deserve.”

Mr. Johnson nodded, his eyes glazed over with desire and submission. Veronica smirked, satisfied. It was time to take this to the next level.

She unzipped his slacks, freeing his throbbing member. She slid her wet thong aside and positioned the dildo at his entrance. With a wicked grin, she plunged it inside him, feeling his tight hole stretch around it.

Mr. Johnson cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. Veronica began to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing force. She grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, her breasts bouncing as she rutted into him.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the office, along with their moans and groans. Veronica rode him hard, her hips slamming into his with every thrust. Mr. Johnson could only take it, his prostate stimulating the dildo providing an overwhelming stimulation.

Just as they were reaching the precipice of climax, Veronica felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see her best friend and coworker, Lisa, in the doorway.

“Well, well, well,” Lisa purred, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Looks like the secretary finally got the upper hand.”

Veronica grinned, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. “Care to join us, Lisa?”

Lisa sauntered over, a strap-on of her own already attached to her curvy hips. She smiled at Mr. Johnson, who looked as if he might pass out at any moment.

“Role reversal time,” she cooed, moving behind Veronica. She ground her dildo against Veronica’s wet rear entrance, making her gasp.

“No…not…that…” Mr. Johnson managed to gasp out, a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes.

“Oh, yes, that,” Veronica purred, pushing back against Lisa’s probing. “Lisa and I have wanted to do this for a long time. And now, we get to make all our naughty secretary fantasies come true.”

She began to shake and shudder as Lisa plunged into her, the dual penetration proving too intense to bear. Mr. Johnson joined her shortly after, his body convulsing with the force of his climax.

As they all collapsed in a sweaty heap, Veronica couldn’t help but laugh. The lecherous boss, finally brought down a peg or two, and the secretary taking her rightful position as the top.

She grinned at Lisa, who was nuzzling her neck. “So,” she mused, “do you think the boss learned his lesson?”

“I hope so,” Lisa replied, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “But even if he didn’t, I know we had a pretty damn good time torturing him.”

Veronica couldn’t disagree. The office would never be the same, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.