Victoria's new secretary

Victoria’s raven-black hair is pulled back in an elegant chignon, revealing the graceful curve of her neck and allowing her features to take center stage, her blouse embraces her cleavage with subtlety. The neckline is higher than before, teasing with the suggestion of what lies beneath without giving it all away. The fabric of the skirt is a blend of structured elegance and supple flexibility. It molds Victoria's curves, emphasizing her form while allowing for a range of movement. The length is modest, falling just above the knees, a classic choice that maintains professionalism.

However, hidden within the design is a layer of cunning intention. The inner lining of the skirt, strategically reinforced, grants Victoria the freedom to express her sadistic desires should the occasion arise.

The stockings are designed to draw the eye and tease the senses. Delicate lace trim adorns the tops, a subtle flourish that hints at the intimate pleasures that lie beneath. The lace serves as a delicate border, framing her legs with an air of mystery and allure. The stiletto heels themselves are a work of art, elongating Victoria's legs and giving her an added air of authority. They rise with a graceful taper, culminating in a pointed tip that serves as a metaphorical weapon of control. The arch of the heels creates a curve that echoes the lines of Victoria's own body, emphasizing her form with every step. The sound is both commanding and alluring, drawing attention and leaving a trail of fascination in its wake. The soles of the heels are a contrast of stability and allure. A delicate layer of red lacquer graces the bottoms, a hidden touch of sensuality that only Victoria knows of.

She was at her desk, working on some boring shit she didn’t even care about, so she decided to take a break. She called her secretary, Kyle, and asked him to bring her a cup of coffee.

As he entered the room, he quickly got to his boss’s desk and handed her the cup. She took a sip and started coughing. “What the fuck is this?! Why is so hot?!” she screamed.

“I-I don’t know…” he muttered, scared “I-I swear it wasn’t that ho-” she grabbed his balls, hard.

“Are you telling me I’m a liar?” her grip intensified, and her eyes filled with rage.

“It’s not wha-” her grip tightened more “Strip. Now. I have to teach you a lesson.” The young men started stripping, in fear something bad would happen to his balls if he tried to resist. Little do he know. He was standing naked beside Victoria, his big crotch was a bit under her shoulder. She rotates her chair to face him, a sadistic grin on her face.

“Well, since you think I’m a liar, I better give you some proof.” she said, smiling.

“I didn-” she grabbed his big nuts and pulled them far from his packed dick. “Don’t interrupt me ever again, or I’ll make sure you will get an audition for a soprano opera.” she tightened her grip “Now, about my evidence, it’s right here!” she sensually said, while splashing Kyle’s nuts in the hot cup of coffee. He started streaming loud, for the joy of every other girl in the office. It was hard to be a male in an office full of bratty women, as he always got busted, in a way or another. But nobody has ever pushed his nuts into the coffee, especially a hot one.

“What’s wrong? I think you said it was cold, so it wouldn't be a problem to keep you boys in there for a couple minutes.” she smiled widely at him, enjoying his pain. “Let’s wait 10 minutes and see what happens, shall we?” her pussy started to get wet, but she tried to ignore it. She couldn’t start masturbating furiously in front of this loser…or could she? She put the idea aside for a moment. She enjoyed the show, watching his secretary squirm in pain, without trying to pull his nuts out. He knew what could happen to them if he tried to resist her.

After 10 long minutes she let him fall on the ground, his nearly boiled nuts overthrew the coffee cup in the fall, finishing the job but also staining the carpet. She got up her chair, standing right above him.

“It seems that someone has made a mess with my carpet, I see.” She raises higher as she possibly can her stiletto. “Time for another punishment!”