A frustrated submissive
I'm writing to thank you for the time we've spent together, dear Madame Justice. I don't even know what to call you from now on: Madame Director of Human Resources or Madame Mistress.
I enjoyed our meeting, every moment and every detail. I loved obeying you, I loved smelling you, I loved feeling your hands, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, I loved smelling your perfume, but above all your scents.
Yes, your smells, the smell of your armpits, the smell of your feet, the smell of your panties...
The magnificently laid-out room allowed me to let go and after just a few minutes in the room, you were massaging my anus, preparing it to receive a plug that would accompany me throughout the session and only leave me to be replaced.
In discomfort, a little comfort: kneeling before your beauty, kneeling before your greatness, I loved it when you slapped me before rewarding me with your saliva in my mouth.
On my knees, I thought I was dreaming when you allowed me to caress and sniff your buttocks. I could have gone on for hours, I wanted to kiss them, nibble them. I wanted to take off the thong and kiss every millimeter, I wanted to sniff the scent of your anus, I wanted to clean your anus with my tongue, but these are only the desires of a frustrated submissive.
Then it's time for punishment! Punishment of the fetishist who disturbs his female colleagues by HR director Innana justice.
A nice rhythmic spanking with the hands, so many strokes I stopped counting. What I would have liked: to see how my bottom reddened after your punishment.
The HRD punishes, but the HRD understands... Gagged, I had your two wonderful feet to myself. I loved kissing them, licking them, sucking them... I still dream about them every night.
Afterwards, Madame is horny and wants to fuck her bitch.
She starts by tying my hands and then spreading my legs before penetrating me and pounding my ass. I came with my ass, I was in another world, in a dream, I didn't want it to stop!
The three days that followed were accompanied by a great deal of nostalgia and frustration, as I found myself replaying the film of the encounter over and over in my thoughts. And when I'd dive into work or some other activity to forget, aches and pains in my neck and torso would remind me of the bitch-like position I'd occupied: legs spread, ass filled by Madame Justice's dildo and when it wasn't the dildo, it was her divine fingers digging inside me ... I didn't want it to stop ...