Thoughts of a dominant/submissive switch

Marina sent you a ticket—another computer issue. She was stand-offish, had a reputation for it, and you'd dealt with her technical problems before. When you arrived at her desk, she barely acknowledged you, just rolled back in her chair and let you get to work.

You crouched down, checking the connections under her desk. The tower was tucked back in the dark, and you were focused on the tangle of cables when she suddenly rolled her chair back, trapping you beneath her.

She spread her legs. No panties. Her bare pussy was inches from your face, slick and glistening, the scent of her arousal thick in the cramped space.

"Find the problem?" she asked, her voice cool.

You stammered something about the cables seeming fine. She sighed, disappointed, and rolled closer, her thighs bracketing your head.

"Shame," she murmured, and her fingers slid down between her legs. She touched herself while you watched, her folds parting, slickness coating her fingertips.

"Open your mouth."

You obeyed. She slid her fingers past your lips, and you tasted her—musky, salt-sweet, warm.

"Good," she breathed. "Are you going to fix my problem, or do I need to submit another ticket?"

She guided your face to her cunt. You licked her slowly, then faster, your tongue working through her folds, circling her clit, dipping inside her. She came twice in silence—her thighs clamping around your ears, her breathing ragged—before her conference call.

When she finally released you, you crawled out, jaw aching, chin soaked, cock straining hard against your slacks.

Marina smoothed her skirt, tapped her headset, and connected to her call.

"Hello, yes, I'm here. Sorry for the delay—IT was addressing an issue."

She glanced at you, then the door. But as you turned to leave, she caught your wrist.

Her lips curved upward—small, barely there, but genuine. The first smile you'd ever seen on her face.

"Same time tomorrow," she murmured, covering the microphone. "I have a feeling my hard drive is going to need regular maintenance."

Then she released you and turned back to her screen.

Please and satisfy me.

Thank you! We try to keep things real, or at least real-ish

Take this caption - 100% real

Bold statements of ownership and pure dominance, as above, will wildly excite your submissive and drive him into a submissive frenzy.

Your submissive mate is very likely already operating at, or yearning for, a much deeper level of submission than you realize. He just hasn't revealed that in order to protect himself and allow a path for retreat if needed. These statements open the door for his honest acceptance and surrender, while negating any retreat. In fact your statements will enhance the honesty and trust in your relationship as you both openly acknowledge and accept your place in your relationship.

The sooner you lovingly stake your claim, mark your territory, and declare your ownership the sooner your life and relationship will flourish.

Repetition breeds acceptance and belief. Take every opportunity to lovingly, happily, playfully, and/or seriously remind him of your status as owner, and his as your property/slave/pet/toy. Before you know it, it will become very real.