Pussy For Pussy: A Woman’s Story Of Humiliation

Hello there. My name is Karen – I’m writing this today to tell you of a tale that I embarked upon with a new employee at my company. He has requested that I give an account of the event and publish it online: this way, everyone can know just how much of a submissive slave he is. Of course, I’m not engaging in this written account of our recent adventure for free. Payment comes in the form that it always should. Cold, hard cash. Of course, I don’t really need the money, but I know that fresh of out college, he does. It pleases me knowing that his desire to be as submissive as possible extends to wasting his income on having his superiors publish factual accounts of the lowest points in his life.

It all started at the standard post-work drink session we hold for new employees when they’ve finished a week’s work in the office. We took him on as a junior assistant – I was the lucky senior that managed to snap him up. Throughout the five days prior to our evening out, I’ve been showing him the ropes and making sure that everything goes accordingly to our policies. I must admit that a few times, I castigated him more than necessary and put him in his place. While I maintained myself as a charming woman, I still made it abundantly clear that I was in charge and what I wanted, I got.

Anyway, when we went out to the local bar, everyone was having a good time and discussing a recent project we finished. Slowly but surely, the group faded until it was just us two. I was charged with alcohol and had a strong desire to take Marcus back to my house. I didn’t know quite what I was going to do, but when the topic changed to promotion opportunities and how to get to the top of the corporate ladder, I knew I had him hooked.

With some simple words and a goodbye shot, Marcus came back to my place, racing with desire and lust. My position as his superior was not going to go now that he wanted to sleep with me, and there was no way in hell I was giving him the opportunity to have any form of leverage over me. I like to be treated like a mature goddess, and I have absolutely no issues with being the dominant party when it comes to fetish activities.

Back at mine, I explained to Marcus just what he was going to do for me. When I mentioned the submission and potential humiliation that he was likely to encounter, I knew that I had him in the palm of my hand. He agreed to be my pet for that evening without hesitation.

“I’m actually quite a pussy in the bedroom” – His voice was raspy and pathetic.

“Yes, yes you are a pussy. Get down on your knees for me, little kitty” – I had an idea, and in the moment, I had no choice but to indulge in my news fantasy.

Heading to the kitchen, I grabbed a small bowl and filled it up with milk. When I returned, I put it down in front of Marcus who was now eagerly awaiting my return. He looked up at me and went to open his mouth.

“Now now, little Marcus. Drink your milk for me.” – I stood up over Marcus and watched. I was amazed how quickly my employee had become a submissive slave that was willing to do anything I said. He started to drink the milk, using his hands to tilt the bowl.

“Cats don’t do that now, do they? I want you to lap it up, Marcus. There’s a good boy.” – He continued on with my request, looking up obediently as he did so.

I must admit, I was now cherishing the experience. Never before had I expected someone to be this desperate for attention. Marcus was truly unique in his lack of confidence and desire to be at the very bottom of the ladder. Soon after he finished his milk, I approached and took a hold of his chin, rubbing it in a fashion similar to how you would a pet.

“Aww, look at your widdle beard! You have such cute whiskers, don’t you?” – Because of his youth, Marcus has small wisps of hair around his mouth. He looked adorable as he gazed into my eyes while I petted him.

“Now then, it’s time for you to meet a new kitten that you’re going to be allowed to play with. Hopefully this pussy puts a nice big smile on your face.” – Marcus knew exactly what he was in store for.

I pulled down my stockings and opened my legs, revealing a tight slit that was begging to be pleasured by my little obedient slave. He crawled toward me while licking his lips before introducing his tongue to my clitoris. The feeling of having my junior assistant’s mouth on my vagina was incredible: he knew just what was required in order to satisfy me. I relaxed and entered a deep state of pleasure as the entirety of my vagina started to buzz with satisfaction. Marcus was such a good pussy eater and with a tongue as great as his, getting to the top was going to be easy so long as he continued to use it.

I now invite Marcus over around once a week and have him perform oral duties for me. Humiliation is a big part of our relationship, and when he requested that I publish this story online, I knew just how weak and pathetic it would make him feel. Reading these words, knowing every last character went toward cataloging just how submissive he was – it must be such a shame being him.

Thanks for reading – I hope you enjoyed the submission of Marcus as much as I did.

By Dominatrix Draven

Fetish: Humiliation