My Boss’s Pet (A Femdom Role-Reversal Humiliation Erotic Story)



One mistake was all it took to turn the beautiful Brittany Russell from Patrick’s best boss to his worst nightmare.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only. It features intensely erotic situations, a dominant woman and submissive man, humiliation, role reversal, femdom dominance and sexual manipulation, and degrading backdoor sex. All characters are 18 or older.

When Patrick’s boss takes a reprimand a little too far, she realizes she likes seeing him obedient and afraid. She likes her new power over him. Maybe he would object if he weren’t hopelessly attracted to her. She doesn’t waste time testing boundaries, and seeing just how far she can push her newest plaything …

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Code of Conduct series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

She spanked me again and turned me over to pin me back against the desk. Her exquisite, full chest was heaving. “This is my office,” she told me, her face only a few inches from mine. “Tell me whose department this is.”

I’d never felt myself so incapable of disobeying. I’d never felt so utterly dominated. “Your department, ma’am.”

“Say it again.”

“This is your department, ma’am.”

“It’s not yours?”

“No, ma’am. I know it’s not mine. It’s yours.”

“And what are you?”

“I’m yours, too.”

It took me a second to realize what I’d said. I didn’t know what answer she’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been that. My terrified little slip of the tongue seemed to hang in the air between us for a moment.

“That’s right,” she breathed, straightening slightly. She seemed to like the sound of that. “That’s exactly what you are.” There was a new emotion in her face. She liked this. She liked having me like this, half-naked and bent back over her desk in front of her. And she was starting to realize she liked it, too. “Tell me again.”

“I’m yours, ma’am,” I repeated obediently, a little trickle of feeling returning to my stomach. I had found something to say that didn’t just appease her for the moment. I had found something she liked.

“You’re not going to make me remind you again, are you?”

“I’ll remember, ma’am. Yours. Everything. All of me.”

Her breathing slowed more, almost to calm. It was like she was waking from a dream to find a half-naked guy beneath her. Only, she wasn’t really waking up. That animal side, the side that had terrified me only a moment ago, was still very much there. I was trembling slightly, but there was something about this that a secret little part of me kind of liked, too.

“Whose break room were you disgracing just now?”

“Yours.”

“And whose lips were you using to kiss that hussy with?”

“Yours, ma’am. Your lips.”

She put her hand to my stomach and slid it down, over the full bulge in my underwear. Her eyes glinted as she felt how hard I was. “Whose cock is this, then?” she asked.

“Yours, ma’am. Your cock.”

She pressed her hand into my groin, holding it with an unapologetic grasp.

“And ass?”

“Your ass, ma’am.”

“I don’t like seeing that little bitch of an R&D rep anywhere near my ass,” she growled.

“I understand, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

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No Match for Her (A Femdom Role-Reversal Humiliation Erotic Story)



Jake’s never had trouble winning hearts or getting ahead, and when he finds out the only obstacle to his next job offer is some woman from outside the firm, he couldn’t be less worried. But it won’t take him long to discover the beautiful newcomer knows exactly how to play a brash prettyboy like him …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only. It features intensely erotic situations, a dominant woman and submissive man, humiliation, role reversal, femdom dominance and sexual manipulation, and degrading backdoor sex. All characters are 18 or older.

Soon she’s got him right where she wants him. When it’s over, she won’t just have his dignity, she’ll decide to take everything else, too …

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Code of Conduct series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

“You played me,” I accused her as soon as we were alone.
She didn’t stop to argue. I followed her into our office.
“That wasn’t very nice.” I insisted. “Was it all just to get in my head?”
She turned. “Of course not. You’re stupid hot. As in stupid and hot. Why wouldn’t I be into that?”
“I’m not stupid,” I defended myself.
She shrugged. “Naive, then?” She turned and suddenly her hand was back on my groin. Suddenly I was hard. Suddenly I was having trouble breathing again. “Easily distracted, maybe?”
I tried to push her hand away. “That trick only works once.”
“What’s the trick?” she asked innocently. “Maybe I just think you’ve got a nice cock. I think it might be your best feature. Well, I’m willing to withhold judgement until I’ve gotten to see a full picture.”
“Yeah, right.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a drama queen. Don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on the way I played you. You love that I can make you melt in my hand anytime I want.” She considered her choice of words, still stroking my rock hard cock through my pants, and gave an impish little smile. “Well, whatever the opposite of melt is.”
The sounds of coworkers passing in the hallway kept me from responding for a moment. It was five o’clock and the building was emptying out.
“I do not,” I objected. But I hadn’t brought myself to push her hand away again and I sounded unconvincing even to myself.
She bit her lip and brought her mouth close to my ear. “I think you love being mine, in my hand where I can control you.”
My cock throbbed in her hand and she laughed delightedly at the confirmation.

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