I use my left hand and push Jay down on the bed. I straddle his lap and push him until hes on his back. 1…2…3…I win, I whisper into Jays ear. J...y flips me over onto my back and whispers into my 1…2…3…I win now. I lean up and bite his neck and then flip him over again but we fall to the floor…hard. I grab his head and try to see if he has a bump or anything. Oww baby, Jay hisses to me. I start to freak out a little so I straddle his chest stomach to get closer to his head. Jay strips off my. He loved his Mistress and being touched by her in that way always made him melt. She ran her hand further down his back, patting gently and feeling the scratches and bruises that her nails had left the night before. He moaned and arched his back at her soft touch. He was aroused, the sight of her smiling at him and her gentle hand making him hard. He had not been allowed to cum in more than a week despite being played with, and so the slightest touch made his head spin with desire. “You have. “He deserves everything I do to deter him. Remember, I’m as much a hostage as my mom.”“Maybe,” Ruby said, “but your mom doesn’t have any power. She’s of no real use down here.”I spun on her. “And that means I’m better than her?”“Well...” she hesitated, seeing the anger filling my face. “He’s just using her to make sure you do what you’re told.”I stepped closer to her, feeling my anger burning hotter. “That does not mean he will simply leave me, her, and everyone back in the manor alone once he. I manage to to get in the door, hair intact. I greet Chrystal, the receptionist as I pass; a very nice "office-mom" type lady. Settling into my desk I put my things away, hang up my coat and check my messages. Only three messages, none of them especially pressing - today should be a good one.I've been taking ever increasing liberties with my sexuality at work for the last number of weeks and months. Wearing low cut tops, shorter skirts (with and without panties), wearing a butt plug, keeping a.