The Ebony Office Domme – Duchess Gets Revenge

The Ebony Office Domme is getting her revenge on her pervert boss. 1-800-601-6975

 

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Willow’s boss was the type of man you would see on a commercial for douching products. Always making inappropriate comments to the women in the office, and specifically leering at his curvy secretary. He was the vice president of the company, and first in line to take over when the old man retired, so everyone made sure to stay on their toes around him, and Willow remained polite, and tolerated his crude advances… for a time.

The Ebony Office Domme Started Out As A Secretary

Duchess Willow was required by the office dress code, to wear a blouse and skirts and heels with pantyhose, every day. Her boss would groan and make rude noises when she walked into his office, out of his office, down the hall. Her breasts and round ebony ass were commented on daily. “Man you can really see your tits bounce in that blouse, I bet I could see your nipples if you weren’t wearing a bra.” Willow smirked and replied, “thank you, Mr. Peters,” before walking away.

Duchess’ Revenge

The daily commenting began to get more and more aggressive, until one day, while working late, Mr. Peters walked past Willow, and his hand firmly groped her ass. He leaned in, and whispered in her ear, “I jerk off every night when I get home, thinking about cumming on those tits.” Willow was visibly alarmed and stared at him. Mr. Peters smiled slyly, “I just can’t stop masturbating for you,” he laughed, “I’m an addict!” He called her into his office before it was time for her to leave, that same night. “Mr. Peters, you wanted to see me?”

“You know, Willow, I’ve been thinking, your review is coming up, and you are up for a raise. You’ve been doing a great job but….. I think we both know you could do so much better.”

Willow looked at him, and then she noticed that the bottom of his shirt was pulled out of his slacks, and the zipper was open. She raised an eyebrow and pretended to be confused, “why what do you mean, Mr. Peters?” she asked, arching her back and pushing her breasts out, shifting her footing just so, making them jiggle visibly. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts, and she continued to play it up, arching and posing as she waited for his response.

“I think you know exactly….”

You can’t stop staring at my perfect tits, can you?

Mr. Peters paused, hearing the voice, “I’m sorry… well I mean… what did you say?”

“Sorry? I didn’t say anything Mr. Peters, I was waiting for you to finish your sentence.” Willow blinked daftly, and continued with the most subtle of movements, drawing attention to her curves.

He stammered, “I was saying that I think you know what I want, Willow.”

Sink into trance, for me.

His eyes glazed over, “I.. I don’t under-”

The Awakening

When Mr. Peters came to, he was still in his office, and Willow was still standing in front of him, and she was smiling. Something was off, but he couldn’t figure out what it was, until he tried to open his mouth and speak. “I am Duchess Willow’s obedient slave,” he uttered the words in horror. His hands flew to his mouth, and her grin got wider.

“I will do all that Duchess Willow commands, including making her a shareholder in the company, and giving her my office, and a six figure raise.” Mr. Peters rose to his feet, enraged at what was happening to him.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he yelled, “I never agreed to anything, I would never make you a partner in the company, you’re.. you’re just a secretary!”

Duchess laughed at his furious outburst, locking her gaze on him. “I think you better take a look at the email you just sent out, then. And.. the paperwork you signed stating that I am a new shareholder. You’ve already transferred over power to me, Mr. Peters. Or don’t you remember, you signed everything into place 6 months ago.”

Six months? He shook his head, “that’s impossible, I didn’t-” he looked at the date on his phone, and to his horror, the date on his phone matched her statement. Looking around the office, he noticed the furniture had changed, as had her attire, and then he looked down. He was shirtcocking, wearing nothing but his button up and a pair of socks. On his upper right thigh, there was some writing. When he looked closer, he realized it was a tattoo, with her name, The Ebony Femdom, and a barcode. He backed away from her, and then tried to open the door, finding it locked.

The Office Domme Takes Control

“You aren’t going anywhere, Mr. Peters. Like the barcode on your thigh says, you’re my property now, and you follow my orders.” She snapped her fingers, and Mr. Peters face went slack, dropping to his knees, he lifted up his shirt, and began stroking his cock.

“Do you remember what you told me, Mr. Peters? Do you remember when you said you masturbate thinking of me every night? My perfect tits, and nice round ass?”

“Perfect tits, and nice round ass,” he repeated, “I masturbate for Duchess Willow, she controls my cock and mind. I always do as I’m told.”

Duchess smiled, as she rested her knee high leather boots on the desk, and tapped a riding crop on the side of the mahogany wood. “And you love to masturbate for me don’t you? Because every time you cum, you sink deeper into my control. Cum makes you dumb.”

Mr. Peters stared blankly and kept stroking, “cum makes me dumb, I love to masturbate for Duchess Willow.”

His head tilted back and his body began to sway to the tapping of the riding crop. Willow snapped her fingers and he froze, motionless. “Now crawl to me, and take your place.”

The Office Domme’s Throne

Willow was sitting in her new office, going over some reports, and sending an email to the CEO: “Why don’t we meet for lunch? I know you can’t stop thinking about me,” the email read. The CEO replied almost instantly, “yes Duchess, thinking about you, and stroking for you.” She smiled and sipped her coffee, just as her assistant came in. “Miss Willow? Your 3 P.M.appointment is here.”

Duchess waved a hand, “send him in,” shifting her weight and looking down. Beneath her desk, Mr. Peters edged his hard cock absentmindedly, in an erotic trance, his face buried deep in Willow’s ass, happily and obediently licking away at her pussy. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, wiggling on top of his face and smiling at her blank, stroking boy toy. “You are so right, Mr. Peters,” she purred, as he muffled a response, “you are an addict, and look at where your chronic masturbating has gotten you?” Her new ebony facesitting chair had no response.

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9 thoughts on “The Ebony Office Domme – Duchess Gets Revenge

  1. i would never be so rude. Mr. Peters needs to bend over now and take Duchess Willow’s golden strap on. That will teach him a lesson, too.

    “Cum makes me dumb.”

    Wait…what am i saying?!? *lol*

  2. robb says:

    wow – so hot Duchess. the idea of this is so exciting. surrender and emasculation by you. to serve and obey her – she controls my cock and mind. cum makes me dumb – it made me cum and return … to serve a powerful black woman. the more I cum the more I want to serve – why ?
    robb

  3. Wellspanked says:

    If only it were that easy…oh wait…it is, who wouldn’t submit in an instant. Lucky lucky Mr. Peters, he has Duchess Willow’s attention.

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