Strap-On Playtime Fun With the New Assistant. ♕

College stud happens to be right where I want him.

Was I going to lose out on the chance to leverage my power over the new office assistant? Absolutely not. Today is Nick’s 3rd day at my office firm. The guy is just a couple of years younger than me, he’s bisexual and has a very submissive demeanor to him. During our interview, I wet my panties thinking about having a bit of strap-on playtime fun. I think this is the start of a new and entertaining little ‘friendship’, like the ones I had when giving midget anal sex. Oh, excuse me, I have to go, he’s about to step into my office so that he can step out, as my new sissy office slut.

Since just two other top-tier firms out in the market outrun me, I’m this city’s top CEO. I’m young [23] and living any girl’s dream and guys would kill to hook up with me, shall I go on? I make my way across the shimmering white tile and half-lit smiles emanating off the receptionist’s face. <<Oh shoot, I can’t believe that’s the fifth time I’ve almost spilled on my pearly white button-down shirt and tightly-fitted khaki slacks.>> Down the eye-piercing brightly lit hall and to the right lies my office, with a 360-view of San Francisco.

In addition, my office is always a warm-toasty 78°F. First, I remove my 5″ Louis Vuitton’s as I walk through the redwood chiseled doors; I lay them upon the white fur carpet that runs throughout the office. I pour myself a tall tulip glass of champagne and key in on the soft crisp sounds of the fresh sparkling poison rushes in until it’s about to spill out. As I take another glance at the toys I’ll be using along with my strap-on playtime fun main attraction. I turn everything but the music off. Deep, sexy, and bassy jazz plays in the background, and I dim the lights.

It’s strap-on playtime fun.

After my delightful champagne cleanse I begin to prepare. I lightly meet my knees on the floor and pull out my ‘special box’ that guards a glistening black leather strap-on playtime fun body suit, matching 8″ stripper heels, and my long old-school dressage whip. It’s 9:02 p.m., and Nick will be here any minute, I manage to slip everything on before he knocked and walked into my lair. Unfortunately, poor Nick is panicking with just the act of trying to calm his nerves down. As I slowly reach him at the door, my whip slithers up his left arm, across his neck, loosely wrapping it around, and tightening.

My lips press against his ear as I whisper, <<do you know why you’re here?>> I waited a minute for his response. Clearly, he’s afraid, a sinister grin appears across my red-sultry painted lips. Then, I run the whip down his chest and under his crotch, taking hold of both sides, and then <<SNAP>> the noise almost made Nick piss himself. Finally, I decide to quit playing around and bring the main attraction up to eye level. It’s time for strap-on playtime fun, and he turns to stare at me with an approving grin.

I love obedient and submissive boy toys, let’s play 🙂