When My Boss found out my Dominatrix Identity

29 Jun 09

When My Boss found out my Dominatrix Identity

I work as a secretary to my boss. It was one of those places where you just do your job and go home. There weren’t many people in the establishment either. Among my various jobs, I have to check the business emails and send the important ones to my boss’ personal email id. It is an easy job, I am loving it.

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In the early days, this desk job was difficult for me. This was not me. I have a completely different life outside. In the evenings, people call me Lady Tyranna. I love being with my slaves more than at this desk. Yes, you got it right. I am a dominatrix.

But that changed one day. It was a boring afternoon when there weren’t many emails to check. I decided to check my own personal emails. I have a computer of my own, so that was not a problem. I logged in to my Lady Tyranna id and checked what was new. Much was new. About 12 emails. One of them caught my eye – “The punishment is still on, Lady Tyranna. Can’t wait for when you will come and untie me. – Your obedient slave, Cole.”

I smiled. Thinking of how I had stripped and tied him nude on the computer chair made me wet. I composed a reply – “Your tyrant will be back. Stay as you are, bitch. – Lady T” And I sent it. And then suddenly it dawned on me. There was a shadow over my shoulder. It was him – my boss.

It was a good 10 minutes after which he called me in. I was nervous, but not worried. What I was personally was none of his business.

It was casual talk, at least for a while. He gave me some work. I was readying to move out, when he said, “I love it too.” At first, I didn’t understand. Then he rolled up his sleeves. I saw them. I saw his wrists. They had red marks on them. I instantly understood.

I am one of those few women whose bosses are their slaves. He calls me Lady T too. Right now, as I sit typing this, I am in his cabin, on his chair. He is sitting on the floor, naked, wrists tied to his ankles, back red from the recent flogging. He is watching fearfully at the big strap-on that I have kept on his desk, ready for him. It is punishment time for him.

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