I gripped it and started tomasturbate him. He moaned as I speeded up my action and watched as hespurted so much cum over my hand and arm. He was panti...g and then said,'I am sorry Mistress, I should not have let you soil your hands on mypathetic cock'. I smiled at him and then rubbed the sticky mess onto myboot. 'You can lick it off my boot slave' I said very calmly. Heimmediately moved and licked his jism from the PVC surface. He finishedand I resumed my position in the chair with him kneeling. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft, it was a strange feeling having a steel stud glide up and down me, but it was something I found myself enjoying. She took her time sliding her tongue up and down my member, while occasionally flicking my helmet.I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, the landing light was on and offered very little light so I couldn't get a good look at her face. But if she was as drunk as she seemed to be five minutes ago, she could pass out at any point.She. ..I’m so sorry!”She hit me again. I could feel that she was not holding back.“Now listen. You call me ‘Mistress’, and nothing else. Now let’s start this!”I tried to hold my tears back and behaved as a good sissy. It was hard though.“Stand up and look at me, bitch!”I stood up and tried to look her in her eyes - it was tough. She just stared deeply into mine. Never ever have I felt so small in life before!“Did you cum in those pantyhose in the bathroom yesterday? I found them this morning all. And they turned to lust.I started wondering if there was some possibility of a one night stand. I imagined working late one night and somehow ending up in bed. I found myself fantasizing about her after I went home. And then I thought about her while we were at work. Sometimes when we were sitting at the same desk and working on a project.When she wore a conservative suit, I couldn't stop thinking about undressing her. I wanted to unzip her skirt and pull off her blazer and reveal that tight.