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The cold, concrete ground sent a chill through my legs as I knelt. I was naked to the world, just a blindfold and the rope that restrained my hands, arms, and upper body. My penis hanging softly between my legs, almost touching the floor, I was completely vulnerable. The sound of my breath was the only noise inside the dimly lit warehouse. There was another person in the room, but I couldn’t tell where she was or what she was doing. I tried to breathe slowly and deeply as I awaited her first actions.What would she do? Would she hurt me? Would I enjoy it? These thoughts raced through my mind as I knelt helpless on the concrete floor.It all seemed so simple a few hours ago. Back in the office, we were both in business attire, both professionals, or so I thought. Now, looking back at the situation, I realized we were both pretenders. Predators, hiding in plain sight amongst a jungle of prey.She placed her foot down and her red bottom stiletto heel made an audible tap as it hit the floor. She began tapping her foot, causing an echo inside the building.Tap…tap…tap…tapThe only other sound I heard was my breath as I waited, kneeling on the floor. The taps seemed to get louder each time her foot hit the floor.Tap!…Tap!…Tap!…Tap!My breath quickened as I could hear her getting up from the old wooden chair she was sitting on. The loud creak from it caused me to jump. Being blindfolded, I couldn’t see what she was doing, so I was going off of what I heard.”We aren’t so different, you and I, are we, Mr. Pendelton?” she asked softly.”The only discrepancy I can think of is how we operate,” she continued.Tap!…Tap!…Tap!…It sounded like she was walking towards me, or circling me, but I couldn’t be certain. My heart started beating faster with each passing moment.”Mr. Pendelton, you chase your prey and ravage them. I lure my prey and consume them,” she continued.”Like the old mermaid tales sailors used to tell to frighten children. I lure men in with my syren’s song, and make them crash their ships, and sink to a watery grave.””Do you know what it’s like, hmm, to watch a hunter completely consumed by his desire? To watch him toss aside all logic to get the kill, only to be devoured by the beast he sought out, exhilarating isn’t it?””And yet here you are, helpless as a baby, at my mercy,” she continued.Her mercy. I chuckled at the thought.”Mr. Pendleton, I want you to know, although we’re kaçak iddaa in such a compromising position, I still respect you.””Your resilience, it amuses me. Most men would have faltered by now and begun begging me for release. But not you, you remain steadfast, even in such a vulnerable position. I admire that, I admire you,” she said.If it weren’t for the cold floor, I would be sweating from anticipation already. It was almost too much.Tap!…Tap!…Tap!…Tap!I could smell her perfume now. She had gotten closer to me. I still couldn’t tell how close, but any clue to her position was a welcomed treat.”I appreciate your candor Layla, thank you,” I replied.Suddenly, I heard quick steps coming towards me. Then a hard slap came across my face.Slap!”Ah, you bastard, do not address me with familiarity. You will address me as Mistress King, understand?” she said, slapping me again.Slap!The slaps were hard, but not painful. They were just her flexing her power to show dominance. I moved my jaw around to feign some discomfort to help in the act, then I replied.”Yes, Mistress King, I understand, and I apologize for my insolence,” I said shyly.”That’s a good boy.”She took a few steps back and the room was quiet again. I could hear a zippo lighter flick open with the roller struck. Seconds later, I could hear the pull of a cigar being lit and smoke being blown out.She was smoking! In the four years I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her smoke or even go near the designated smoking area at work, I thought to myself.I could hear the heels tapping again as she walked towards me.”Tell me, Mr. Pendelton, how many women at this company have you had?” she asked quizzically.At that moment, she leaned down and blew smoke in my face. The cigar had a sweet smell to it. Like it was coated in bourbon, giving it a smoky finish.”Three, four perhaps? Don’t be coy, Mr. Pendelton, there shouldn’t be secrets amongst us,” she continued. “I know of at least three in accounting and another two in logistics, your quite the busybody,” she said.She was standing in front of me now. I could feel the warmth of her body and smell her skin. I wanted to taste her so badly. To put my mouth and tongue all over her. I felt my cock twitch slightly. I hoped she didn’t notice. I wasn’t sure how she would take my sign of arousal.”Oh, what was that? Did I see our friend jump?””No, Mistress King, it’s just the coldness of the floor. It’s kaçak bahis making me shiver slightly,” I tried to lie.”Tsk, tsk, tsk, you shouldn’t lie to me. That may induce a punishment, unless that’s what you desire,” she said in a dominant tone.”No, Mistress King, I don’t desire a punishment. I’m sorry,” I said in my best begging voice.”That’s too bad, punishments make me very aroused. Did you know that?” she asked.Sssss, I hissed as she squatted down in front of me and grabbed my nuts tightly.”Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and your family jewels are quite full and heavy,” she said, squeezing my nuts tighter.She blew more smoke in my face as she squeezed my nuts in her hand. Squeezing them every few seconds.”Ah, ah, I’m sorry Mistress King, I’m sorry I lied”, I said in a panic.She squeezed my nuts several times, causing me to moan. That, along with the smoke being blown in my face, was making me lightheaded. I couldn’t take this combination for much longer. After a few more squeezes, she released my sack.Thank God, I thought to myself.I let out a huge sigh of relief. Once she released my sack, she roughly grabbed my dick. Picking it up, slapping it, and inspecting it. Running both hands up and down my length as she weighed it in her hands.”Hmm, impressive, not the longest I’ve seen, but adequate length, and more than sufficient weight and thickness,” she said.What was she going to do? I thought.She was still squatting in front of me when I felt it. Thick, soft lips pressed against mine. The taste of pineapple, or maybe mango lip gloss. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth and massaged mine with her own. Her hands were still holding my dick when she bit my bottom lip, making my cock jump again.”Oh, naughty boy, my taste seems to excite you, doesn’t it?” she said with evil intent.”Yes, Mistress King, everything about you excites me,” I replied.”Do you want me, Mr. Pendelton?””Yes, Mistress King, I want you,” I replied.”What do you want?” she asked.”I want to fuck you, to please you, to service you above all others. I want to worship you like the queen you are,” I said.Slap!”Insolent pig, in this world there are none above me. I am a King! No man or anyone shall stand above me, do you understand?” she said with a fire in her voice.”Yes, Mistress King, I understand,” I replied.”Good. Your insolence has me flustered. I need a release, be a dear any satisfy me,” she commanded.”Um, illegal bahis Mistress King, I’m restrained. How am I supposed to please you, tied up like this?” I asked, confused.Slap! she struck me again across the face.”Silly man, let me show you,”With a quick motion, she stood up and threw her leg over my shoulder. Her pussy was inches from my face and heat was coming from it.”Now is not the time to be shy. Go ahead,” she commanded.I leaned forward to try to taste, but found nothing. I reached my tongue out to open air.Ha ha ha, she laughed loudly.”Silly little man, let me show you how it’s done. Stick out your tongue and say ah,” she said, still giggling.”Ahhh!” I complied to her command.A second later, she pulled my head forward, almost slamming my face into her sex. She began grinding her pussy against my tongue, grinding and gyrating against my mouth. She was fucking my face with her pussy, and it was slightly uncomfortable, but I dare not protest.”Mmm, yes, Mr. Pendelton, right there, lick your King, lick me proper,” she said.She pulled away from me for a moment, my tongue still out.”Say ah again, Mr. Pendelton,”With my tongue still out, I opened my mouth to its limit.”Ahhh,” I said with an open mouth.Ptui!I couldn’t believe it. She spit in my mouth. Some of it landed on my cheek and face.”Now close your mouth and swallow.”Gulp, the taste of her spit fresh on my tongue.I did as I was told. Thankful for the gift she afforded me.Ptui! she spit on my face.”Aw, it looks like I made a mess. Let’s clean you up,” she said in a mocking manner.I felt her warm hand on my face, caressing it. But that was momentary. She took her hand and smeared the spit all over my face. Although it wasn’t much, she still smashed her palm into my face. This feeling was abrasive and quite painful.”Good boy, now let’s take a look at you, shall we?”With that, she reached behind me and removed the blindfold, revealing herself to me. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the warehouse lights but I was relieved none the less. There she was, standing in front of me. Even more dominant naked than when she’s clothed. Layla King is quite the intimidating figure at work. Her ensemble comprised mostly power suits, gold jewelry, and high heels. She’s a very powerful woman in our industry. Also in the minority, being a young, black woman. But now, she was only wearing heels. Her brown skin glowing from oil and her locks flowing against her body. She was as intimidating as a warrior in full armor. Standing six foot three, she dwarfed most men. As a more curvy woman, she had thick, strong thighs, and a firm, round ass.

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