The Femdom Spy Who Caught You
Working late at night, you thought you were all alone, didn’t you? You didn’t expect anyone to be watching your office light, or watching you work through the night- especially a Femdom spy.
You consider yourself a smart man, working on that secret device for the government. I don’t care what it does, I don’t care how much work you’ve put into it. I WANT it. I could sell that to any government I wanted for any amount of money I decide to ask. All I have to do is take it. But who’s to say I can’t have a little fun along the way?
My high heels click and echo off the tiled floor as I slowly walk the dark halls of the desolate building and head towards the door of your office. I adjust the ID badge I lifted from the careless temp downstairs, smooth my skirt, make sure I have a healthy amount of cleavage peeking out of my blouse, and knock on your door.
From the moment you see me, you are putty in my hands. A question here, a comment there, a giggle at just the right moment, and I can tell that safety and security is the last thing on your mind. I ask to see your work, tell you how impressed I am with your ingenuity, and when you get a whiff of my perfume, I lean in close.
You feel the heat of my body as I brush against you.You can’t believe such a beautiful woman is paying so much attention to you, even fascinated in everything you have to say. But trying to kiss me so soon was definitely your downfall.
Femdom Spy: A Dangerous Kiss
At first I try to shy from you, but the closer you get, the less I resist. Our lips meet. I close my eyes, our lips and tongues dance, explore, tease, taste. You don’t feel it at first, but then your knees get weak, your hand begins to tremble, and you sink into your office chair.
The room spends and then darkens. Time passes. You don’t know how much. I sense your body stirring. “It’s called the goodnight kiss” I answer your unasked question. “A very special and expensive lip gloss that puts you right out, unless of course you’ve taken proper precautions, like I have.”
When you open your eyes you find that you can’t move your arms or legs as they are tightly bound behind you to the office chair you find yourself propped up in. You feel my hips slide onto your lap, my ample chest brush against you.
I whisper into your ear. “So far you’ve done only one smart thing tonight,” I say hungrily. “You’ve kept some important files locked. I want them. I need your computer password, sweetie.” You sit silently, glumly, try to look away. With a finger under your chin, I guide your eyes back up to mine. “I need your password and I’m going to have it before the night is done,” I say more firmly and sternly. “I can’t tell you that,” is all you manage to reply.
Femdom Spy: Password, Please
“I like a challenge,” I say to you as I slowly stand and let you gaze up at me. A click of a heel, followed by another and I slowly and deliberately cross behind you to where you can’t see. You hear a bag open. Steel brushes against steel. A knife? A gun perhaps? Parts click and snap together.
A crackle of electricity fills the air. Your body stiffens. You prepare for the worst. Tendrils of electricity dance across the bare skin of your neck as you jerk and twist in your chair. I run the forks of the wand down your back and laugh as you arch and twist and struggle against your bonds.
I rub my hips on your lap and enjoy the feel of you struggling against me. “Please stop,” you manage to say weakly. “Oh we’ve only just started,” I giggle, delighting in your discomfort. “There are sooo many more settings to try on this magic little purple device. And I have a new paddle and a flogger to try too!”
Then You Leave Me No Choice
“You wouldn’t…” you begin in protest. I sigh and pull a silk scarf from my pocket, urging it between your lips. “You talk too much.” You grunt and protest. I don’t even care what you are trying to say. “Now, are you ready to give me that password or not? Blink once for yes, twice for no.” Nothing.
I unbutton your shirt and run my hand over your chest and down your belly, tracing a line with my fingernails. Your chest heaves. You close your eyes. Mistake. I twist the knob on the electrical device in my hand and run it over your chest, watching the arcs of purple dance over your skin, zapping and shocking, your body flinching and twitching with each touch like tiny needles piercing your skin. “Don’t you close your eyes at me,” I correct. “Password, please.”
You try and say something from around the scarf. “I can’t heaaarrrr yooouuuuuuu,” I sing, and run the wand lower across your belly, watching you twist and struggle as you let out a muffled cry. “I think this is going to be a long night. A VERY long night. For you…”
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