Something in black latex

Most clothing in this wardrobe is rather for submissive woman than for a dominant one. However, you found something in your size that goes for both. you found a sexy black top made of latex. It has arms, fully covers your boobs but there is only a stripe with a zipper covering what is between your legs. You also have some knee lenght stokings and a pair of highheels. to finisch your look, you take a riding crop from one a shelf full of wips and let it hiss through the air one time. Jamie is speechless.

“Well, don't just stay there like some sort of wax figure,” you say and stroll gracefully over to him, “how do I look? Girls want compliments.”

“My goodness,” Jamie gasps and you see his cock gets hard very quick, “you are a goddess.”

“For you, I’m indeed,” you reply and poke his hard cock with the tip of the riding crop, “and tell me, Jamie, are you in a appropriate position to talk to a goddess? Is this how you pray in church?”

“I don’t really believe in god and never go to church, but I understand what you want,” Jamie says and carefully goes on his knees, “please accept my apology, goddess Ashley. It will never happen again.”

“How pitful,” you say and hit Jamie’s ass with the crop, “you may be in an appropriate position now, but you behave like we are still equal. Your cock leaks and your head is much too high. I would let you clean my shoes for punishment, but they are new and flawless. Get on the bed! Face up! You need correction and there is only one part of your body that is suitable for your small male-brain understands how much more important I am.”

Jamie follows your order and crawls to the bed. You like guys who can follow orders and are not too full of themselves to accept a girl in charge. Jamie knows how to treat a woman and you can feel how your pussy gets slightly wetter. You need to be careful to not lose control.

You playfully caress Jamies cock with the riding crop and it already points straight up in the air. Rock hard and ready to ruin another poor girls’ romantic dreams. You are about to scold Jamie for his unallowed erection, when suddenly somebody knocks on the door. Who the hell is so stupid or impolite to interrupt an occupied sex dungeon?

“Occupied!” you reply angry.

Considering that this room is soundproof, you are not sure if the person on the other side can hear you or not. However, the person on the other side knocks again. You groan annoyed and open the door with the riding crop still in your hand. On the other side is a woman around 25. She wears the typical uniform of a club waitress. She looks at you uncomfortable but also surprised. You assume she thought Jamie would be the partly dressed person with the riding crop and you laying naked on the bed awaiting punishment.

“What?” you ask unpleased, “I’m about to beat some behaving in the ass of your boss so this better is a good reason to bother us.”

“She is right, Riana,” Jamie agrees surprising strict with you, “you know the rules. If I take one of the rooms, none of you will disturb me, unless the club is on fire. I give you all a lot of freedom and protection and I expect you to respect this single rule.”

“I … I am sorry, sir,” the girl called Riana gasps obviously frightened, “but … but the brother of your … friend … he decided to leave. And … and since he and she are here with the same car …”

“I get it,” you reply, “thanks for the info, I will take care of it. Now leave us alone!”

Riana nods intimidated and quickly leaves. You are not surprised Jamie has such special rules. But you are a little surprised that the employees are so afraid when they have to break them. Either Jamie punishes his employees hard for failure or they really want to keep this job.

“What a mess,” Jamie mumbles and tries to get up, “the first time I want him to stay as long as possible he leaves early. I guess you have to leave too now.”

Instead of an answer, you push Jamie back on the bed and place your right foot on his cock and balls. He understands that you are not allowing him to go anywhere. With your free hand you reach for your mobile phone and call your father.

“Hi Daddy,” you say relaxed, “William decided to leave early but I want to spend some more time here. Do you mind if I spend the night with some guy I met here and come back tomorrow morning? A good guy? Well, I would say as good as possible in this town. Yes, I send Eric the address and call him when I’m in trouble. Thank you, love you. Good night.”

Pleased you return to Jamie who looks at you unsure. He clearly wants you to continue, but he also fears your father’s reaction. Since Jamie is more or less a henchman in your father’s syndicate, he knows that people disappear for less than messing with the children of the big boss.

“I hope you are afraid of me and not of something else,” you say strict and push your foot slightly deeper in Jamie’s balls until he gasps a little, “you are going nowhere. And I know perfectly how I can keep your attention on me.”