Power Switching: How I Found Out My Boss Had a Tiny Penis!

Switching up the power dynamics in a relationship can be sexy AND risky…

Before my blooming days as a model, blowjob expert and phone sex operator, I used to work in an office setting. Hell, I made such a sweet little secretary. But clearly I was at the bottom of the totem pole. I played my part as a docile little bitch, taking orders and being the submissive little errand girl all the big bosses needed. But you and I both know they wanted more than just a cup of coffee sometimes. You’d think they’d want to bend me over and make me their little sex slave, right? WRONG, they wanted a proper power switching scene. One where they became MY bitch.

During the work day I was their sweet, submissive secretary. But the second everyone else in the office clocked out and it was just the perverts left, THAT’S when their desperation would sink in. So eager, and ready to melt for my pretty pink, and puffy pussy. Ready to let go of all the stress that high-power comes with.

Switching power dynamics and making a big-strong man obey me is an adrenaline rush I am addicted to

Becoming the top in a power switch, where I’m usually the bottom, makes my tight little body tingle in such invigorating ways. Sometimes he’d pretend he still had the upper-hand on me. He licked his lips. “You’re too small to handle me.” fuck it though. Power switching wouldn’t be as much fun if I didn’t entertain the push and pull, that cat and mouse-chase these rich and powerful, fuck-heads seem to love so much.

“I know. You’ve got all the muscles and height, but you know you are desperate to melt for me. I know you’re dying to be tied up and at the mercy of me. Look at you, desperate to be treated like a good boy… Just for me,”

I smiled and put my hands on his chair. Pulled off his tie and used it to fasten one wrist to his chair. Knotting with precision as I teased him with almost kisses. Then I leaned forward, tits out. Pulled my panties down from under my dress and used it to restrain his other hand. Rendering his arms and hands completely useless as this power switching role begins. “Maybe ..” he said, still watching my every move. His smile indicating he knows I’m right and about to tease the fuck out of him.

Finally, invigorated with power, I unzipped his pants just barely…

Come on, be a good boy, boss man. Tell me you’ll behave, better yet tell me what a good little piggy bitch you’ll be for me MISTER pervert! Haha you DO want to cum in my mouth right? I kept teasing him with my words and my lips, whispering my bitchy-ness into his ear.

I could see the bulge in his pants move, his cock getting harder and harder with anticipation of what this power switching scene would make of him. Desperate to be let out of his zipper. Anytime he tried to get up and escape my ties, I wrapped my hand around his throat and pushed him back into place while grinding my exposed ass on his dick through his pants. Just barely enough to make him want it, and need it.

To my surprise, big powerful boss man… wasn’t all that endowed or BIG Afterall.

When I finally unzipped him all the way, I was baffled. “What the actual fuck is that?!” I busted out laughing at his teeny tiny cock. His smile dropped and suddenly so did his ego. Yet his cock stayed… as hard as it could. hahaha

“what are you doing?” he humiliatingly blurted out. I pulled my phone out and took a picture of his small, insignificant penis. As he wrestled with the restraints he seemed helpless to. Begging for mercy, only tickled me more. Made me crave more power.

“Hmmm I bet all the ladies in the office would DIE from laughter if they saw how pitiful your cock really is.” my giggles pissed him off even more and I relished as his desperation grew.

Power switching is a gamble and this poor fuck head disappointed me with a tiny cock

I mean really, what the fuck else was I suppose to do with all this newfound power he bestowed upon me? Truth be told, blackmailing men really turns me on.. Almost more then sucking dick, and I REALLY love sucking dick… but what the fuck am I suppose to do with that tiny fucking prick? “Please don’t,” he pleaded “I’ll do anything for you.” ahh those sweet magical words that reek of desperation…. “Oh really Anything?” I repeated with a sick smile growing on my face… Want to know how this story ends? Call me to find out.

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