As the day wound down, Joyce made her way back to her expansive office. Her mind was still on the project she'd been working on, but there was something nagging at her. She needed a distraction, someone to focus her energy on. Then it hit her - why not use the slave she kept around for just these occasions? He was always there, ready to please her in any way she desired.
With a devilish grin plastered across her face, Joyce entered her office and headed straight for the walk-in closet where she kept the slave chained up. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw her. She threw the lock on the chains aside, exposing him to her gaze. His eyes widened in fear and anticipation, his entire body tense like a bowstring.
"Slaaaave," she purred, walking up to him. Unlocking the ball gag from his mouth, she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips. He tried to turn his head away, but she grasped his chin tightly, holding his gaze. "Today is going to be all about me, do you understand?" she asked, her voice low and menacing. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.
Moving behind him, Joyce heard the familiar click of the handcuffs connecting to his wrists. Suddenly, she grasped his arm, jerking it up into the air until he was bound by the cuffs. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. He looked pathetic, vulnerable, and excited all at once. She unfastened the tight black dress she wore, letting it pool around her ankles.
Standing before him in nothing but her black lingerie, Joyce slowly sank down onto a stool, her perfect round ass level with his face. She could feel his warm breath on her thong, sending shivers down her spine. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you, slave?" she whispered, leaning closer. "I'm going to crush your face beneath the weight of this amazing thong ass. I'm going to smother you with the scent of my uppity pussy fucking hole, and you will love every damn second of it. Because I am boss, and I will do as I please."
With a smirk, Joyce sat back against the stool, stretching her legs out and letting her ass come to rest on the blistering hot surface. She watched as the slave's eyes widened in fear and anticipation. "Are you ready to be humiliated, slave?" She asked, her voice full of lust and power. He nodded, practically jumping with excitement.
And then she was there, her thong wedged against his mouth, his lips parted just enough to let the musk permeate his senses. She leaned back, watching as he began to inhale deeply, drinking in the scent of her most intimate places. "That's right," she purred. "You like the smell of my pussy, don't you?" She pushed her hips forward, grinding against his face, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.
Minutes passed, hours maybe, and still she sat there, her ass coming as close as it dared to his mouth. She had forgotten about the project, forgotten about everything but the way his breath warmed her skin, the way he moaned into her underwear, the way she could feel every ripple of desire rolling off him. It was intoxicating, just like the feeling of being in control.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Joyce stood up, stretching her long legs before her. "That was... something," she said, licking her lips. "I don't think I've ever had an experience quite like that. Thank you, slave. You have served me well." She reached down, unfastening the cuffs from his wrists, and then led him to the bed, where she climaxed all over him, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.
As she lay there, panting heavily, she realized that for once, the slave had actually made her feel something - something other than power, control, and domination. For once, she had felt vulnerable, needed, and desired. It was a strange feeling, but one she wouldn't mind revisiting in the future.
She got up from the bed and made her way back to her desk, this time with renewed focus and energy. She had a project to complete, and nothing was going to stand in her way. Not even the slave, who was still lying on the bed, his eyes closed, savoring the memory of her scent and the sensation of her skin against his.
As he drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with images of Joyce's perfect ass and the intoxicating smell of her sex, he couldn't help but wonder how long it would be until she called on him again. And whether he would be ready to face her then.
