Thoughts of a submissive

I enjoy her anally and orally quite frequently. She is an excellent oral expert, especially after her daily training sessions for Deep Throat. 

I held her tightly and kissed her forehead and shook my head.

“I think you are wonderful and sweet and pretty and good. You are very good. You are perfect,” I said as she pulled on my arms to hold her tighter.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

We sat like that for a while. She straddled my leg as she sat on my lap and I rocked her a little. As I lifted her up and down a little, like playing horsy, her breath caught.

“And fucking disgusting. A disgusting little slut who can’t control herself. A slave to her wet greedy cunt’s endless needs,” I said, biting her ear and neck between words.

She whimpered and hid her face in my chest.

So to tell you a secret, I actually own this restaurant.

I was very careful with the hiring — look around, you can see. All women, all gorgeous. 

A few training seminars before we opened, and here you have it, obedient staff who dress exactly as I tell them. Today for instance, not a single employee is wearing underwear.

I assure you, they are all perfectly obedient, for instance — Juliet, come into the booth darling. Good. Pinch your nipples for me now. There we go, back to cleaning the tables now.

See?

After they close, they all stay behind, sit in a circle, just over there, and start masturbating. The lead manager, Grace, decides who gets to cum, based on their performance. She can only tease, however, because her orgasm is only granted if I’m happy with the monthly sales numbers. If I’m not, I book her in for a day of torture.