Woman Turns Boss Into Pussy Eating Slave

Woman Turns Boss Into Pussy Eating Slave

Auntie Jane said that I should write and tell you about the time she had broken her ankle and I was taking care of her. We’d had a couple of drinks while we watched a video before turning in for the night.

I was asleep on the couch when I heard a noise and wondered what it was. Then I saw a dark figure enter the back door. I was going to say something except the moon was shinning through the window. I saw that it was all in black with it’s hands behind it’s back Wondering if I was dreaming I silently waited for it to get closer so I could inspect it better. Sure enough! Whatever or should I say! Whoever it was, was dressed completely in black From a pair of four-inch heels with the skirt reaching the ankles, a black blouse, hands locked or tied behind, to the black helmet covering the head.
The couch I was laying on was in the dark so the person didn’t see me. I waited until it passed me and quietly followed it into Auntie’s bedroom. It was kneeling on the floor with it’s head under her cover’s I could see that the hands were locked behind with a pair of black leather wrist cuffs Whoever it was moved down to the bottom of her bed. A few seconds later I saw Auntie Jane stir.
She turned the light on as she threw the covers back exposing the person under them. Something looked strange. Here was this person, all dressed in black with their hands locked behind them and a black leather helmet laced over their head. Auntie Jane reached down and pulled the skirt up and I saw what looked like a bright silver metal tube covering his penis locked around his testicles Although her ankle was in a cast, she was able to move around. She reached down and took hold of the leash and pulled him up between her legs as she spread them. She slid the leash under her and pulled until his face was buried deep in her crotch
I stood there looking at him as he knelt there. The skirt up around his waist, his nylons held up by four garters on each leg. No panties to hide the metal penis chastity hanging between his legs. His wrists locked together behind his back. I reached down and held his testicles in my hand. His shaft was erect. Auntie Jane smile was the message I needed. I pushed his face deep into her crotch. My feet held his ankles apart as I held his testicles with one hand and his head with the other until Auntie Jane climaxed
There was a blindfold hanging around his neck that Auntie Jane had me put over his eyes. She told me to lead him outside and tie him to the porch and leave him there. I did it, except I removed his shirt and tied the penis chastity to the post leaving him to stand there with his arms behind him, not knowing what to expect next.
When I went back into her bedroom, I asked her if it was who I thought it was! Yes she said! It was her boss and once a month when there was a full moon, he’d put a pair of nipple clips and penis chastity on, before dressing himself up and lacing the helmet over his head. Then he’d put a pair of wrists cuffs on, lock the slave collar around his neck walk outside and lock his wrists together before starting his “midnight walk”. She showed me the hundred dollar bill that he carried in his teeth. I asked her what she did to earn a hundred dollars! Abuse and humiliate him she replied. Hell, for a hundred dollars I’d abuse him. I told her!
She told me to wait a couple of hours and then lead him back to his house. She said to keep the blindfold on him and to gag him with my soiled panties. She told me where he hid his bondage equipment and said that if I tied him up properly she was sure he’d reward me. She gave me a couple of magazines showing women dominating their slaves. I started reading and was hot in no time. Before I realized it, it was time to lead him back to his house.
Quickly I threw on a pair of jeans and tee shirt, slip into my sneakers He was still standing just where I’d left him. I slapped a pair of panties in his mouth and zipped the helmet shut. Unhooked the leash and led him back to his house. I tied him to the tree out front as I went inside to see what was there to tie him to. I found a weight rack and remembered one of the stories about where the wife had locked her husband to a pole using a muffler clamp, I  cou1dn’t find a clamp, but there was a large padlock that fitted nicely over the bar with room to spare. Up in his closet I found a black leather armbinder that covered most of his body.
I led him inside and had him kneel down. I removed the panties gagging him. Dropped my jeans and put my moist pussy against his lips. His tongue began licking me and before long I had him on his back, straddling his face. I slid forward as his tongue continued to search my body. It was the first time I’d ever been eaten and having his tongue up inside me was fantastic. I moved my crotch backwards until his tongue was deep inside me. I slipped the tee shirt up over my head and knelt on top of him as I pinched my own nipples. The feeling of power was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
After I climaxed I found the keys to his cuffs. I unlocked them and slipped the armbinder over his head and laced it up with his arms in front of him Then led him to the weight rack. I removed the metal penis chastity and locked his testicles to the bar. Locked his ankles to the legs and left him there
I went into his bedroom and found the pile of bondage magazines It was almost dawn as I put my clothes back on, took his keys and a pile of magazines and drove back to Auntie Jane’s. She was still asleep as I entered her bedroom I laid down beside her and fell asleep. It seems like a few minutes but was really a couple of hours before she woke me. “Have fun?” she asked. When I told her what I’d done she laughed, “Sounds like you enjoyed yourself.” She began telling me some of the things she’d done to him over the years. She even showed me a couple of articles that she’d written and some that he’d written.
I left him there a day, while I took Auntie Jane to work. Later that night, I returned and asked him (after removing the gag) if he was ready to serve me. “Please Mistress! Let me be your slave! Let me worship you!” “I need a car!” I told him. He promised to give me a used one that was old but in good running condition. I told him that I’d tell my mother that he was letting me work it off over the summer. For the next two months, I’d dress him up and punish him after work. If found many ways to abuse him. A few times I even had him dress up in his girlfriend’s, daughter’s clothes while he cleaned the house, wearing his heels, her training bra and little flowered panties. I teased him, threatening to invite her up while he was doing his chores. Needless to say, he spent many hours between my legs servicing me.
Corry

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