The collar scissors of rude man
“Mistress Vilma, please allow me to conclude my report,” the secretary begging, her voice barely audible. Her knees weakened as she gazed at the dominating woman, her voluptuous body corseted into blood-red latex and polished dominatrix boots that gleamed under the fluorescent office lights.
“Not so hasty, my little minx,” Mistress Vilma replied with a wicked grin, her huge, jiggly tits just begging to be spanked. She Stingrayed up to the secretary, her leather panties rubbing together with each fluid stride. “You’re the one who insisted on this little… evaluation after calling in late again. Annnnnd you wee-weed yourself on my expensive silk chair!”
The secretary whimpered as Mistress Vilma grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, yanking until the uncomfortable secretary knelt on the cold, hard floor. She was panting, her modest secretary dress riding up to expose her gentle thighs clad in sheer nylon.
“Ohhhh, but Mistress Vilma! I’m your best secretary! If I went to the gym, I’d just faint over those dumb squats, and I’m way too clumsy to run track! Besides, we’ve held the Suck-It-Up-Bitch seminar three times a year for five years now. I know every phalangian boss-babe is depending on me!”
“Bottom line, little lamb-chop, is I gave you the choice between being fired or…”
And just like that, Mistress Vilma reached into a drawer and wielded an obscene black strap-on, thick and rigid and ready for action. “Time for your punishment! Now raise your dress and hoooold still!”
The secretary whimpered as Mistress Vilma raised her tight knee-high stockings and hands behind her back. RIIIIPT! Mistress Vilma tore apart the secretary’s pathetic excuse for panties, exposing her juicy ass. *SLAM!* Mistress Vilma stuck her dick into the secretary’s pussy, pumping slowly as she used a strap to bind the secretary’s wrists.
“Mmmmhhfff!” the secretary moaned, drooling as the thick dong rubbed Delicious places. Mistress Vilma smirked, watching her secretary’s ass jiggle as she pumped. She yanked her leather gloves off, reaching for the secretary’s heavy tits.
“There, there now. Just focus on your BUSSS-one-ness. I’ll lay you down. You can finish typing that report while I violate your holes, mmmkay?”
The secretary slumped over the mahogany desk, breasts spilling out as the leather strap gnashed into her dainty shoulders. She squirmed as Mistress Vilma lubed up her strap, trailing it down the secretary’s spine. “OWOWOW!” She groaned as the thicker, agreed strap-on shoved into her begging ass.
The secretary wiggled her hips as the fleshy strap smashed her colon, Desire overwhelming Shame; all she could do was moan and tremble as Mistress Vilma reamed her out. Sweat glistened on Mistress Vilma’s skin, the secretary’s ass jiggling sweetly against her crotch.
“You wee’d yourself? Now you’re HUHING on my cock! Filthy thing… No, I don’t think I need the secretary anymore. Especially when you’re typing nonsense…. Those are my vacation plans, silly girl!” Mistress Vilma barked, smacking her secretary’s clit.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god! Mistress, Mistress VILMA!”
The secretary’s seethed with heat, heat she hadn’t known existed. Her cunt was tight like an overfed water balloon, juices flowing into the faux-flesh as her trembling thighs squeezed Mistress Vilma’s hips. Her tits spasmed as she came, spraying juices onto the floor.
“Good good! Very good, little secretary!” Mistress Vilma panted, pounding the secretary’s colon until the squishy sound of buttsex echoed through the corner office. “Ooops, you’ll have to clean up the cum this time, hahahaha!”
*THUMP* Mistress Vilma stamped her snake-skinned stiletto onto the secretary’s neck, pinning her down. She yanked the hard cock out, the secretary groaning as fragrant ass juices gussed between her buttcheeks. Mistress Vilma wiped the straps with the secretary’s face, giving her a taste of the D.
“Sock it up, whore. And buy me a new F conditioning chair next week, capiche?”
