You have been working at “The Dungeon” for a couple of months now. You like it. Unlike your previous “corporate job”, you get to set your own schedule, as long as you coordinate with the other Mistresses and Masters. Each of you has a specialty.
You, as “Mistress Monica”, are a “white collar” professional. Your roles include being a Manager, a Doctor, a Lawyer, a Teacher, and even Chairman of the Board. It all depends on what the client needs.
Today you are a ‘Senior Manager’. Your client, Barry is someone who is apparently works in some sort of office. His fantasy is to be punished by a female boss for making mistakes. Today’s fantasy is for him to bring you paperwork to review that he has worked hard on. When you find mistakes, he is to be punished. If his work is perfect, then he is to be sexually rewarded.
You have your room set up with a large wooden desk and bookcases against the wall. Checking yourself in the full length mirror at the other end of the room, you look sexy and professional. A silk blouse, buttoned to your neck but sheer enough that your black lace bra is visible. Your hip hugging pencil skirt feels good, as it rubs against your black stockings. Today you have on black lace panties, but sometimes, with Barry, you don’t wear panties, flash him, and then punish him for not paying attention to his work. His punishments are agreed to via chats on your Dungeon account, the day prior. Sometimes he wants spanked, sometimes made to stroke himself but denied climax, and other times he wants yelled at and told how worthless he is. You have even threatened to fuck his ass with a large strap-on dildo. All of it gets him excited.
The best part for you is it’s physical and emotional control of him, and very little physical sex. He’s attractive enough if you wanted to use him for sex, but he’s paying to be dominated and controlled, like all of your clients. They get what they want, and it really doesn’t involve sex, unless you both want it. Besides, your husband; your personal manservant, has given you much better orgasms, since he learned his place, and learned how to more effectively pleasure you.
You do one last check in the mirror of your make up. It’s lightly applied but enough to accent your lips and lashes.
The phone on your desk rings. You glance at your watch, “Right on time.” You tell yourself. You pick up the receiver and hear, “Mistress Monica, your next client is here.”
“Send him to my room.”
“Yes Mistress” the front office receptionist replies.
In a few minutes. There is a timid knock on the door. You smile at that. You trained him to knock softly. If he knocked hard, like he was in control, you would punish him without a word spoken.
On your desk is an intercom button with a wireless speaker attached to the outside of your door. “Yes, who is it?” you say with a slightly angry tone.
“Yes, Ma’am, It’s Barry Gardner, and I have the monthly report. You said you wanted to review the hard copy?”
You respond “Very Good. Come in.”
He enters the room, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a striped neck tie, and navy blue slacks. Dressed like that, along with his wire rim glasses reminds you of a “Dilbert” character. You want to smile and laugh, but instead, you narrow your eyes in contempt, as you put your feet on your desk, and extend your hand.
He looks at your shiny black pumps, and stockings. You follow his eyes up to the hem of your skirt, as he licks his lips.
You clear your throat and snap your fingers impatiently.
He blushes, like a naughty schoolboy who was just caught. “Yes Ma’am. Here is your report.”
“Stand there until I finish reviewing it.” You command as you take it and start flipping through it.
Realistically you don’t care what the report is, but he is paying you to look at it and either punish him or reward him. Gross mistakes call for punishment, while a well formatted report earns a reward. Today is supposed to be a punishment day. So you slowly flip through the pages. As you do, you teasingly rub your crossed legs against each other. The soft sound of nylon rubbing against nylon teases him with the prospect of what’s hidden underneath.
The first two pages are narrative, which you gloss over. No obvious spelling or grammar errors. Then there are the charts. For a fantasy, Barry puts in a lot of effort. You stop reading, grab a red pen from the top of your desk and start circling where there are obvious errors in the charts. You do this for a full page, then stop. Removing your legs from your desk, you set the pen down and stand up. An exasperated and disappointed sigh escapes your lips.
You walk from behind your desk. The sound of your heels clack on the hardwood floor. “Mister Gardner. Is this the type of work I allow?”
The tone of your voice is low but carries a hint of menace and danger in it. He glances at your legs, then your chest, before staring straight ahead. He is trying not to smile, but this is what he wants and you see him getting hard.
“Is there a problem with my work Mistress Monica?” he asks.
You slap the report on your desk. “Your productivity charts are substandard. The numbers are wrong and your totals don’t match.” You stand right behind him and whisper in his ear. “This won’t be tolerated. Drop your pants. Now!”
As he undoes his pants, you walk over to the bookcase. Hanging on a nail is a thick wooden yardstick. In a closet you have other crops, paddles, and whips, but today you are using the polished yardstick. With his pants around his ankles, you rub it across the cotton underwear covering his ass.
“Open the report, and make your corrections. For every error you find, you will receive a smack on your ass. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am.” He says in a soft but excited tone. He takes a mechanical pencil and begins making corrections.
“One… Two….Three….” you softly say as you smack the ruler against his ass.
Between each smack, you rub the ruler across his butt cheeks. He flips to the next chart and makes more corrections.
“Ten…..Eleven…. Twelve….” you say in a stronger tone of voice. Then you lean in close, your chest rubbing against his arm as you whisper. “If you reach 20 mistakes. I’m going to pull down your briefs, spank your bare bottom, and then get out a dildo and fuck your worthless ass. Is that what you want?”
You listen carefully to his response. If he really doesn’t want that, he will use his safe word, ‘butterscotch’.
He licks his lips, looks at the charts, and responds. “There are only a few more mistakes, Mistress. We won’t exceed 20. If I do, I fully accept my punishment.” You notice as he says this, his hard dick is tenting his cotton briefs.
“Very good Mister Gardner, then continue.”
“Yes Ma’am” he replies.
A few more swats on his ass, and then he stands up straight. “Everything is correct. Do you wish to review it?” You only got up to Eighteen.
You glance at the clock. His time is almost up. “That won’t be necessary. I trust you did a good job. If I find differently, then next time you are in my office, I will punish you more severely.” You say as you caress the side of his face with the smooth, hardwood stick, now warm from its use.
You can see the excitement in his eyes as he says “Yes Ma’am.” A wet stain is visible on the front of his briefs. You hang up the yardstick as Barry pulls up his pants. “Thank you, Mistress Monica.”
Turning to him you ask, in a professional tone, “Are we continuing this next week, or do you have a new fantasy in mind?”
He collects his papers and pauses. “Can I tell you when I schedule my next session, Mistress?”
You give him a bored sigh and wave, “Of course. You may leave.” But inside you are smiling. He is a happy and satisfied customer. You take a moment and use disinfectant wipes on your desk. You don’t see any semen but you need to have everything clean for the next client.
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