And there it was again, the sound of the phone ringing, My pulse began to race as I answered because this time I knew EXACTLY who it was.
He asked me what I was wearing and I went on to describe the black seamed stockings, suspender belt and matching bra. No panties, ever, that was his rule. On top I had a white blouse so tight the buttons were almost popping off and a skirt so short it would have got me arrested if I’d worn it in public. High patent stilettos finished the look and even If I said so myself I did look pretty damned hot!!
He wanted Pure Filth, and ordered me to come into his office and sit at the computer desk then he slowly walked over to me. He looked me straight in the eye and told me he thought my work had been slack lately and told me I must make it up to him if I wanted to keep my job. He liked to see me cry. And beg.
All at once he grabbed my legs and forced them apart, hooking my knees over the arms of the chair, pushing my skirt up around my waist and exposing my bald little cunt, as he liked to call it. Next he undid some of the buttons on my blouse and pushed my tits up over the top of my bra and told me what a slut I am, forcing me look at myself in the mirror.
Then he gave me a notepad and pencil and told me I must take dictation with NO mistakes. If there were I would be punished further. I tried to protest, to cover myself up, but he just pushed my skirt up higher.
Kisses x NiKKi xxXxx