A Reminder From My Black Mistress
My day starts at 6AM to prepare for work then run to the coffee shop to get my boss’ coffee. I get the same coffee just in case hers spilled and had to run back to get her another one. One thing the boss does not tolerate, being late. I ran through the lobby, barely making the elevator and got to my desk, which leaves me more time to catch my breath. Good she is not early today. I go to her office to take her coffee to her desk where out of nowhere, BAM! This new guy hit me and spilled coffee all over my neatly pressed white shirt! One thing I learned in the corporate world is how appearance counts. Good thing I have a spare shirt always ready for emergency occasions.
After I changed to a new clean shirt, there she was, always a vision, my Black Mistress, in her sexy stilettos and a well-made form fitting business suit that always leaves me breathless. She would walk past my desk and I would check out her fine long legs and her full ass that leaves me wanting to bite them. Some times when she is not wearing stockings I would “accidentally” drop something so I could drop to my feet to get a better view as she walks past me. I feel like a little naughty school boy that I can get away with this one thing with her.
She called on to me just as she settled in her office. I knocked on her door and she sweetly told me to come in. My senses are on high alert. One thing I have learned from this lady is she is rarely “sweet” which means something is very wrong. Then in her lovely sweet voice she asked me, “Have you set up the meeting with our partners for this afternoon?”
All the hair on my back just stood! I was cussing myself for forgetting it was TODAY. I can’t believe it! How can I forget! “I… ugh… I…” just blinking, thinking to myself why did I forget.
“I am not seeing it here on my calendar. And I do not see you sent an invite.” She said interrupting me and giving me a sarcastic grin.
“I simply forgot. We were working late nights throughout the week and I just don’t know how it slipped my mind, Miss.” Was all I can say to her as she gave me a piercing look. I feel like I’m about to burst into tears and beg her not to fire me for this stupid failure. I can’t believe it, I failed my Black Mistress. I have never failed her before.
“It doesn’t matter. It was just a meeting to catch up on some small things. We can have it for tomorrow.” Then she turned back to her computer and started typing on something.
As I slowly walk out of her office, closed the door and back to my desk. I am staring blankly at my computer screen thinking to myself “That’s it? That can’t be right. I didn’t get punished for screwing it up?” For some reason I feel disappointed not getting punished. I was hoping I get a first-hand experience of her as the Black Mistress that was always the subject of my fantasies. I wanted to see how it feels like to be stepped on the face by those pointy heels. I wanted her to viciously pinch my nipples. Or maybe she will fire me at the end of the day. No! I hope she doesn’t fire me. How will I live without seeing my dark goddess? How can I go through the day without a glimpse of my Black Mistress?
All day I was bracing myself to how this day will end. Feeling so sluggish, my day dragged on really slow, anxiously waiting for her to call me back in her office. And the time for final judgment has arrived. Just about when office hours were over she called and asked me to stay for another 2 hours because she wanted to “talk to me about some stuff” as she put it.
After 30 minutes the office was almost deserted. It was a Friday so this was expected. I jumped when my phone rang, and she curtly told me to go in her office. I stood up and slowly walked to her office. I went in with my eyes low looking at the carpeted floor and quietly closed the door behind me. “Lock the door and come here.” I heard her say in a stern quiet voice which sent shivers all over my back. As I raised my eyes to look at her she slowly stood from her chair behind the desk. I think my heart stopped when I saw her holding 2 pairs of handcuffs and a black leather flogger! “You have been my best employee but I think you became so relaxed here, you need to be reminded why you work here.” She said as she walked towards me, radiating with authority and oozing with sex appeal. How does she do this? I have to remind myself to breathe. She told me to pull down my pants and bend over a chair in front of her desk. “I know you heard some things about me. I know you call me ‘your Black Mistress’. I know you have been checking me out you little school boy pervert. And I think it’s endearing. But your screw up today is unforgivable. You have to be punished to remind you not to screw up again.” She said this literally to my face as she grabbed my face with her dark soft hand. Her eyes piercing and she has a wicked smile on her lips. Oh my, her scent is flooding my nostrils, it is so intoxicating. I don’t think I cannot help myself be so aroused right now.
She started cuffing my wrists to the hind legs of the chair, my ass exposed, I feel so vulnerable. As she slowly walked to my ass, she ran her long nails through my body and to my butt cheeks. I can just feel all the blood rushing to my dick as I feel the sharp stinging pain of her nails on my bare skin.
“I want you to count and say thank you my Black Mistress for every lash you get.” I just nodded. And I felt the thud of the flogger on my butt cheek, “One! Thank you my Black Mistress. Two! Thank you my Black Mistress. Three! Thank you my Black Mistress…” I can just feel the pain ringing on my ass and so turned on by her brutality. She was relentlessly hitting my ass and reminding me how I failed her today and how disappointed she was. “Twenty! Thank you my Black Mistress.” She finally stopped and walked in front of me. We were both breathless. We looked at each other, I can just see how her eyes softened now and I looked at her imploringly. Then she said to me, “I think you had enough for today. Let this be a reminder for you. Next time I will be harsher with your punishment my little slave boy.”
Those words just rang in my head “MY little slave boy.” I am hers! And she is MY Black Mistress.