Imagine my surprise when I found out that Karla, my 2ic at work, was a domme.My hidden desires were
Imagine my surprise when I found out that Karla, my 2ic at work, was a domme. My hidden desires were released in full force. I was overly inquisitive. The next day, she walked into my office. “Listen, Tanya. I get the impression you’re pretty keen on this domme stuff. I’m interested…are you thinking of being a domme…or a sub?”I looked down.“Ha”, she cackled, “the Queen bitch wants to be a little sub, huh? Well, I’d domme you myself but that would be a little weird since I’m your employee. But, if you want, I could have my kittens train you and see how you go?”A week later, arrangements were in place. Karla would run the business while I took three months off for my training with her kittens. “Mistress is coming for you today”, one of them said 3 months later. “She’s going to be really happy with us. I think we’ve done a great job with you”.I was ordered to my knees as Karla walked in. She laughed at the figure kneeling before her. “Aha you’ve lost weight. And look at you, all tattooed, hair all green and ragged. While I of course have never looked better”.Her kittens laughed. I looked up at her. She was right. She looked the picture of elegance and sofistication. “So I have news”, she began. “The partners asked me to take on the role running the office permanently. Isn’t that great?”I groaned internally, but my training had taught me the proper response. A kiss of affirmation on her heels. Wait!! They were my designer heels!“Aha yes”, she chuckled, “you recognise them, huh? The outfit and earrings were yours as well. You see, you left your husband alone for three months. It wasn’t fair on him. So I moved in. You did such a good job designing my house. It’s so luxurious.”She had me sign divorce papers, the title for my house and the deeds to my car. “Now for the kicker”, she grinned. “I’m not and never was a domme, Tanya. Just a woman who wanted what you had. And now I’ve got it. I hired these two. And now, while I’m running your office, lounging around by your pool, wearing your designer clothes, driving your car, draining your bank account and sliding into those expensive sheets of yours with your husband, you’ll stay here serving your mistresses. Congratulations, ladies.”I watched those heels elegantly click clack their way across the room, tears filling my eyes. My mistresses stood before me. “Think of it as a win-win-win, Tanya. Karla gets everything she wanted from you. We get a slave. And you get to spend the rest of your days with your face between our thighs. Great, isn’t it?”Yes, Mistresses -- source link