He's bending me over his knee like a schoolgirl and spanking me in his office. Salacious want boils in my chest and neck. His hand holds my head rough...y in place and my hip is pinned by the edge of his desk. He's so strong. I couldn't escape if I wanted to, which I don't. This is what it means to be man-handled. This was where that word was born."You're real name. What's your real name?" he demands, impatient. His hand hovers above my rapidly reddening butt-cheek, and I don't know how to. OMG. I walked as slow as I could just enjoying the show! As Iwalked by the counter, I smiled at her and hit the elevator button. Ilooked up and saw the two elevators were on the 12th and 17th floor. Notcoming anytime soon. I looked over at her again and she was smiling atme. I am normally very shy, and I would never approach such a beautifulwoman - and especially not admit that I am a cross dresser or submissive!But I slowly took small steps towards the desk and just said it."I love your. . touch ... up ... my markings” she said, drawing the words out, and making them sound rather dirty.Totally flabbergasted now, Ms. Dougal set the bag on the edge of a nearby desk and got some coverup on her finger, reaching out to gently cover a couple of new scratches on the girl’s hips. “I heard about yesterday of course, who didn’t. Are you sure you are ok Niki? I mean, it’s more than a little extreme!”“Yes, Ms. Dougal, you know I am. Everyone knows now. What I am” the girl said, almost as. I’ve needed to take care of her needs some physical some physiological and in return she has once again become my cock slut. The arse fucking over the breakfast bar lifted her spirits and she started to get her act in order. Starting with the constant stream of people fixing waxing and generally buffing her, first fixing the chipped and lost nails returning them to former glory long and red and they look great around my cock working the shaft, cupping my ball sack, with my spunk over them and.