I watched her kick her legs up on her desk as she began another long break, her fourth of the day. I couldn't believe what kind of shit she got away with in my office - she never did any work, she socialized constantly, and she had even been busted sneaking in the office with her boyfriend just for quick, dirty sex. She loved to chat about Cameron, the 'big, sexy stud' she was always with, just to make the other girls in the office jealous.
Not that she didn't have enough of a body to make the girls jealous - she was 5'7", blonde, blue-eyed, and everything about her was sexy. She wore short skirts (which was against office protocol but no one ever said anything,) sleeveless tops (also against office protocol,) and took casual Fridays very seriously the way she was doing today - a skimpy bikini top that barely covered her huge breasts. She was a G-cup, a fact that she was very proud of, and she showed it off as much as she could.
She leaned back, talking on her cell phone with Cameron for pretty much all afternoon as if she was the only one in the office. She had been here three months and had basically gotten paid to sit around and look sexy. Not that I minded that; I didn't hire her for her brains, though I had hoped for her to get at least some work done. I admit it - I hired her mainly because I like looking at her. Sooner or later, I would have to fire her or reassign her and maybe hire some new eye candy, but I was enjoying her for as long as I could.
I left a note on her desk to tell her that it was time for her review - she was with me for three months, and I guess I had to get her to do something around the office. I wrote just a simple message for her; she was pretty dumb, so I had to keep my messages simple. Hopefully, she could comprehend a note that said,
'Tiffany - Come to my office for your review at 5. I'll be waiting. Candi'
I was looking forward to talking to her if only because I could eye her and she wouldn't know the difference or, at the very least, didn't mind. She told Cameron on the phone that she was used to being checked out by other girls, including all the times she referred to me as a 'dirty lesbo' - a term I loved because it was so right.
When it came to girls like her, I was a complete sucker. I loved ditzy, airheaded blondes, and Tiffany was as dumb as they came. She was 19, just finished high school, and admitted that she got higher grades because of her rack than her work. Her ass was incredible, too; the short skirts she wore left plenty of chances to look at the round, curvaceous, untamed backside that she took almost as much pride in as her pierced tits. I had seen enough of her to know she had Cameron's name tattooed on her ass; I was guessing she was the subservient type.
I consider myself attractive, and if Tiffany were a lesbian, I know she would do me; I'm 5'11" and a DDD with a nice ass of my own. I'm biracial; my mom's Nicaraguan and very sexy, and my dad's white. I've also been told I'm commanding, something I've taken a lot of pride in.
I spent the last half-hour of my day sorting through papers and dreaming of what Tiffany's review would be like if she were into girls, but she talks up Cameron so much that I know she can't be. Tiffany spent it prattling away, even saying she had to go see me for a 'lame work meeting' with me.
The end of the day finally came, and I sat waiting for her in my office, licking my lips as I got the chance to ogle my sexy employee. The way I saw it, if she didn't want to be checked out, she shouldn't dress the way she does.
She walked in, and the door shut behind her - and instantly, she loses her skirt. She doesn't even seem to let it affect her, although she makes it painfully obvious she has only a red, lacy g-string on underneath.
As she crosses her legs, she blushes, trying to look embarrassed but clearly loving the fact that she's showing off her body to her 'dirty lesbo' boss. Even though I knew she was straight, I didn't mind - and then her bikini top snapped.
Her massive tits had burst her bikini top, and it fell to the floor, and she was sitting in my office not even attempting to cover them. Her nipple rings had blue sapphires in them, and her breasts were even more massive when they were bare. I loved them.
I started into my review, and my first admonition to her was about her attire - the miniskirts, sleeveless tops, and disregard for dress code - I had to remind her that it wasn't right for the office, and I told her I was giving her a warning.
And then I just winked and told her,
'Dress any way you want, Tiffany. I love to watch. I just said this so the other people in the office wouldn't get upset. You see, Tiffany, I let you get away with everything because I love dumb blondes.'
Tiffany seemed offended at first, but she knew she was dumb, and she had always been proud of it. Guys found it sexy, and Cameron loved how mindless she was. She blushed again and flipped her hair, absolutely loving how impressed I was with her.
She called me a 'dirty lesbo' in her next sentence, making it obvious that this was the smartest thing she was capable of saying. She asked me if I wanted to see more - the fucking tease.
I declined, mainly because I love g-strings and heels, and she said something after that that made me realize that it was coming off anyway. Out of her mindless mouth came,
'Cammy's taking me to a strip club tonight.'
I knew of no guy who went by 'Cammy' or took his girlfriend to a strip club. I licked my lips and asked her which one, and she smiled and told me,
'We're going to Cheetah Girls -- oh no. Did I just say that?'
Cheetah Girls was an all-female strip club that was very ritzy and didn't allow men in the door. I knew Tiffany secret - Cameron wasn't her boyfriend, as she claimed. Cameron wasn't a big, muscular guy, and those pictures on her desk were fakes. Tiffany was a dirty lesbo like me - and Cameron owned her.
I seized my opportunity and told her firmly,
'Bend over the desk, lesbo. I want your tits pressed against the desk and your big ass in the air.'
She denied that she was a lesbian and that she simply misspoke, saying that Cameron was taking her to...Chaps for Girls or something she just made up on the spot, someplace that there's no way any guy would take her to. I smiled and reiterated,
'I don't buy it, lesbo. Now bend over the desk, slut. Your girlfriend owns your ass, and I'm about to share. When you're done, my name will be on your other cheek.'
She told me she only had Cameron's name on her ass because 'he' had her name on 'his.' So I decided to cross her thoughts up, something very easy to do to a dumb blonde - and I asked her when Cameron's shift was over tonight. She smiled and replied,
'Cameron doesn't strip anymore after Cheetah Girls -- oh no, did I just say that?'
Too late, lesbo. And with that, she was mine. I reiterated my order one more time, and this time, she obeyed, her bare tits on my desk and her big, beautiful ass in the air. She was mine to spank.
And spank her I did. The cheating bitch got her ass smacked by her tough, horny Latina boss. The dumb blonde was bent over without restraints or anything; she simply obeyed me after I crushed her will to disobey.
I put her hands behind her back and tied them there with a leather strap I had in my desk; I kept it waiting for the day I would dominate my blonde beauty, and the day had arrived. Her hands were pinned behind her back, she was at my mercy - and from the way she looked at me, she couldn't have been happier about it.
I wanted to know what her beloved Cameron did to her - not that I was out of ideas, but just out of curiosity to see how experienced she was. Tiffany was very detailed in her descriptions of what Cameron did - every punishment started out with a spanking, just the way I was doing. Cameron switched to a paddle before long and paddled Tiffany's ass until she cried like a bitch, and when she was done crying, she was made to strip to a pair of heels and stockings and 'catfight' with Cameron. Of course, Tiffany's hands were always tied, and she had a gag in her mouth, so she was always at a disadvantage; that plus Cameron's strength advantage meant that Tiffany always lost.
Tiffany told me that the rules of catfighting were simple and that Cameron was an expert - two girls wrestle, one wins, and the loser tongues the winner to orgasm. Of course, she really was as dumb as she looked; I knew exactly what catfighting was and was pretty good at it. What she didn't know was that I played by a little different rules, and that I was extremely well-versed in Cameron's brand of catfighting.
Tiffany was about to find out just how much of a 'dirty lesbo' I really was. I told her that, like her battles with Cameron, this was a mistress-slave battle, and the Mistress makes the rules. The strap on her wrists stayed, and she had to fight blindfolded, gagged, and in stilettos, which I provided for her as I slid some fishnet stocking up her sexy legs. Also, the fight was over when I said it was - and I decided who won.
She told me that Cameron never made her fight blindfolded, but she was familiar with the rest - except what I told her as I stuffed the gag in her mouth. I told her that, if she won, she could have my job and I'd be her personal assistant, I'd dress in a g-string and heels, and she could do as she pleased with me. Both of us knew she wasn't going to win.
However, in addition to making her eat my pussy after I beat her, I was expecting my name to be tattooed on her other ass cheek, and I reminded her that there was plenty of room for it. It bears lots of repeating just how big her ass really is, and I absolutely love it. I didn't say anything about my plans for her job, but after this, she was definitely going to be right under my thumb. This stuck-up, ditzy blonde lived to serve.
I finished up her spanking...grudgingly, of course; her ass was like heaven, and I could slap it around and watch it bounce all day. I loved the way her sexy g-string split her voluptuous ass cheeks and how I knew that was really all she needed to feel dressed. Her G-cup pierced tits took care of themselves, and she didn't mind showing off the sapphires in her nipple rings. I was a little curious about how she was able to afford them on her income, but I assumed Cameron was rich.
I changed quickly into my catfighting outfit - leather lingerie and boots as well as a leather cat mask. I love dressing in leather; it makes me look and feel so intimidating. Tiffany didn't know this, but I was undefeated in my catfighting circle, even humilating other Mistresses, and the rule about taking down a Mistress is a good one - you get the Mistress and her slave.
I told Tiffany that the fight was on, and I started out by slapping her hard across the face. She didn't respond and tried to break the restraints - in mistress/slave fights, the slave is restrained with something they can try to get out of, but they almost never succeed, and when they do, they are usually so battered and bruised that they end up losing anyway, and the restraint just goes back on for the Mistress to claim her prize.
She was failing miserably at trying to free herself, and I was slapping her tits and her face in attempts to knock her down. I was amazed that she took it as well as she did; clearly, she was used to being roughed up by Cameron, and she didn't fall over like a little bitch. I grabbed her nipple rings, and she squealed through the gag but took it; clearly her tits were used to being tortured, and I loved that. She was dumb, submissive, and lived for pain.
I pinned her against the wall and slapped her tits around. She wasn't going down yet, and watching her fight to stay standing was so wonderful. She tried to escape her bonds to no avail; I tied the strap really well and had never had a girl come close to escaping. I've seen inexperienced Mistresses do a sloppy job of tying a slave's hands; in rare cases, the slave can overpower her Mistress, and then the Mistress becomes the slave.
That wasn't happening here. She was continuting to try to escape; meanwhile, I was punishing her more and more. I threw her back over the desk and punished her ass some more. As much as I enjoyed playing with her G-cup tits, I'm an ass woman until I die. And she had a fantastic one - so big, so plump, and so spankable. I didn't need a paddle. I lived for feeling my hand cracking across her massive ass cheeks, especially right in the spot where my name would soon be tattooed.
Her ass was bright red after the spanking I gave her, and I licked my lips as I admired her punished ass, which matched her lacy g-string in color. I forced her to her knees and slapped her some more. Then I looked down at her as she began to try to defy me. In her latest attempt to escape...
...I couldn't help but notice that the slave had pissed in her panties. They were soaked with her slave piss, and clearly they needed to come off. I pulled them off and laid them with her other discarded clothes; I loved the fact that she would now have to walk out of the office naked. I smiled as I told her,
'You like that, don't you, bitch? Open wide,'
I said as I removed the gag from her mouth and stripped off my leather thong. Instinctively, she licked my pussy, but this wasn't what I had in mind for her.
I let loose a hot stream of piss into her waiting slut mouth. I got some on her lips, but most of it went directly in. I filled her mouth as I let loose with the piss that I had been holding for her since before I brought her in for her review, knowing it was going straight into her mouth.
Tiffany swallowed every drop like a good little piss bitch; she had to be experienced at sucking piss down, and she had to know she would be getting more experience from me. I wasn't about to take any more piss breaks; if I needed to piss; I would be using her.
She dried off her mouth with her tongue and lapped up the last bit of piss from between my sexy legs; without being told, she began to eat my pussy. I clenched my legs together and all but forced my kneeling slave to lick faster. I sat down in my leather chair and continued to let her pleasure me, which she seemed to love more than anything; I hadn't even ended the catfight, and she already decided she had lost. This was the mark of a true slave.
She loved the verbal abuse I heaped on her as I called her all kinds of names, like 'piss-drinking slut' and 'cheating slave bitch.' She wasn't really cheating, since I started everything, but she wasn't stopping me, and she absolutely loved it.
I began to climax, but I showed very little emotion; I didn't moan or scream because I was calling her a bitch. I wanted a strong, powerful climax from the nasty, piss-drenched slave, and I wasn't settling for less.
I squeezed the slut's head between my legs as she licked like she had never licked before. I avoided melting into the orgasm my bitch was giving me and that I would no doubt deny her; I had to maintain my status as the one who owned her. It wasn't hard, of course; she willingly took all the punishment I dished out.
As I was finished with her, I picked her up and threw her against the wall again, making her expect more abuse and more rough treatment, especially for her tits. I took off my leather bra and stepped over to where she was pinned against the wall. I slapped her face one last time...
...and then I kissed her. This time, I decided to let myself melt; she was an incredible kisser. I knew she was incredible at lots of things, including pleasing women, but I momentarily didn't care as I enjoyed her tongue touching mine. I broke character for a moment and told her she was a great kisser. She smiled and told me the same as we continued to tongue-wrestle.
She broke the kiss and explained that she had to be at her other job at seven. She explained that she was a stripper on the side and made more money there than here, and she loved both jobs. She supported Cameron, who dominated her financially as well as physically, mentally, and sexually; Cameron stayed home all day, watched lesbian porn, had other girls over, and enjoyed life, and she and Tiffany loved it that way.
She put on her skirt and left with me; her top was broken and her g-string was soaked in piss, so she left them. I dropped her at her job, with a promise that I would be back for her to get her that tattoo I wanted her to have...and for another round of catfighting...