“Get on your knees, you pathetic little worm,” I said coolly, my voice like silk over steel.
He whimpered in the dim light of my basement—a man who once strutted through the office like he owned it. Now? Bare, trembling, kneeling in a pool of his own sticky shame, clutching his useless little cock as if that would protect him. His eyes were glassy with humiliation. Mine were hungry for retribution.
I circled him slowly, my robe hanging open just enough to let him ache. Satin whispered against my skin as I leaned in close, letting the scent of my power drown him. “Did you really think grabbing my ass in the breakroom was power? Trying to trade my body for a promotion?”
He shook his head frantically, lips quivering. I smiled.
“You begged to come over. You didn’t even hesitate. One text and you were knocking at my door like a good little bitch in heat.” I walked behind him, letting the thick, obsidian toy drag across his back. He stiffened when it grazed his spine. “You thought I was going to reward you. You thought I was going to suck your cock.”
I crouched behind him, voice dropping to a whisper, “But I don’t serve men like you. I break them.”
He gasped as the tip of the 9-inch toy pressed teasingly against his untouched hole. His hands clawed at the floor, breath coming in short, shuddering bursts.
“I want you to remember this the next time you think about putting your hands where they don’t belong. You’re not in control anymore.”
And with that, I pushed him further—not just physically, but mentally. Slowly, methodically, deliciously degrading him into the whimpering little sissy he always wanted to be.
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