Emily takes over

"I think he’s had enough of Emily" my boss chuckles, her voice dripping with amusement as she watches the scene unfold. Emily, seemingly satisfied with the humiliation she's inflicted, finally releases her grip on my hair, allowing me to pull back, gasping for air. My mouth tastes vile, a mix of sweat and the foul odor of her foot. I glance up, seeing the smug satisfaction on Emily's face, her eyes gleaming with ****. My boss nods approvingly, clearly enjoying the power dynamic she's orchestrated. "Good girl, Emily," she says, patting Emily on the shoulder.

Emily, now more confident, pulls out a strap-on dildo from under her desk.

Emily's eyes gleam with a mix of **** and excitement as she approaches me, the strap-on dildo securely in place. My heart races as she grabs my shoulders, forcing me onto my hands and knees again. The cold, synthetic material presses against me, and I can feel her satisfaction as she begins to mock me, calling me her "good boy." The office around us is silent except for the occasional snicker or gasp from coworkers, their faces a mix of shock and morbid curiosity. My boss watches with an amused grin, clearly enjoying the spectacle she's orchestrated. "Don't worry," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you'll make a great assistant."