The Executive – Part 1 [FM][Mdom][Fsub][Freeuse][CNC]

*Author’s Note: Please enjoy the first part of my new series. All my other stories, plus other erotic materials can be found at* r/KellyBoomErotica*. Let me know what you think and as always DMmeYOURpussies!*

**- The Executive: Part 1 -**

“No, god dammit! Your report does **NOT** include the most recent information from the document I sent you!” Erin berated Sydney. “Write it again, do it right, and get it to me by the end of the day!”

*For fuck’s sake, I have to do everything around here!* Erin, of course, was used to doing everything herself. You don’t become the youngest Executive Director of one of the fastest growing nonprofits without doubling… tripling your own workload. Erin didn’t complain about the immense hours she had worked to become the ED, but now there weren’t enough hours in the day to start doing Sydney’s job.

All that being said, Erin loved her career. Leading the charge on women’s rights was her destiny and she was fucking good at it. She was respected and praised the world over. She was loved by her employees and she loved them, except Sydney. *I can’t wait for Sydney’s internship to be over.* Thankfully, Erin would be getting a new intern next year.

Since the age of ten, Erin spent all her time and energy championing women’s rights and chasing her career. Last year, six months after being named ED, Erin found herself empty. She had achieved her major career goal by age thirty. She was powerful, loved, cherished, but the more power and respect she earned translated into draining more and more from some part of her. Erin couldn’t understand how this void was growing, or why.

A few months after those empty feelings began Erin confided her emotional state to Maya, her longtime friend and confidant. Even though she shared almost everything with Maya, Erin was always apprehensive about discussing self doubt, depression, or anything that made her appear to not be in control. However, the numerous glasses of wine helped Erin admit her emptiness. Maya looked at her sympathetically, fully understanding Erin’s vulnerability in that moment. Trying to uplift Erin a bit with a joke, Maya said, “You probably just need to get laid.” The joke helped Erin’s ego pick itself out of the gutter, but it also made Erin think that was probably true. *Jeez, when was the last time I got laid?* She couldn’t remember but she did know that it hadn’t been satisfying.

Later that night, Erin’s head swimming in wine, she browsed porn on the internet. Erin rarely masturbated, but she figured rubbing one out might partially fill her emptiness. Even though she was horny, the images and videos she scrolled past weren’t doing it for her. That was until she scrolled down to a photo of a bound and gagged woman with cum all over her face. To Erin’s surprise, a shock wave surged through her body, culminating in her clit. Having not grown up under a rock, Erin knew about BDSM, but considering her life and career, she always dismissed it. But something about the woman being powerless aroused her. For ten to twenty minutes Erin followed internet breadcrumbs, plunging her fingers inside herself ever more rapidly. Then she stopped on one post. The title read, “40 [M4F] #BayArea, looking for sub/slave for training.” Erin opened the post, intrigued and aroused.

The post described how the man was looking for a new obedient cumslut that could satisfy his fetishes – bondage, spanking, freeuse, and CNC (Erin had to google what CNC meant). Erin’s pussy throbbed around her fingers as she read. The man concluded his post saying he was an experienced dom and serious inquiries only. After reading the post and as if she was in a dream, Erin private messaged the mystery man, “Your post has really gotten me worked up.”

Her hands were trembling immediately after hitting send, then her heart skipped a beat as a reply came back almost immediately. Her quivering finger hovered over the notification icon, her heart beating faster than she could ever remember. She opened the message and her free hand shot back to her pussy as she read, “You serious about being a good submissive bdsm slut?”

Erin couldn’t believe she was taking it this far, but she was drunk, this was just anonymous sexting, and was just about to reach an orgasm, so she replied, “I’m fingering myself thinking about it.”

The ding from her phone almost sent her over the edge. His message read, “Send me a photo of your pussy, slut.” *Oh wow, maybe I’ve taken this as far as I want to go*, Erin thought as the reality of sending a photo of herself hit home. However, the wine, her impending orgasm, and being commanded and called slut made Erin snap a photo between her legs and send it off. He replied with a minute, “I can work with that. But if you’re serious about this I need you to 1) immediately stop fingering yourself. You don’t cum until I say you cum. And 2) tell me about yourself.”

As if someone had physically pulled her hand away, Erin stopped fingering herself. She didn’t understand it but she wanted nothing more than to follow this stranger’s commands. She wanted to cum so bad, even more so now that he said she couldn’t, but there was no way she was going to touch herself again until he said so. Following his second command Erin replied, “I’m 30, from Oakland and live in San Francisco.”

She was typing out some more information about herself when he responded, “No, slut. Tell me about your body, what you want, and what you don’t want.”

If anyone in her professional life ever cut her off like that and said some degrading term, Erin would lose her shit. But his message made Erin’s pussy spasm and leak juices down her asschecks. “Sorry. I’m Asian. 5’5”. 32D. Waist 24 and hips 27.”

“Good. Now what do you want and not want.”

Erin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. *What do I want? This all started so I could cum and fall asleep.* It was all overwhelming, but Erin answered with what she had found most erotic while scrolling, “I want to be tied up, spanked, covering in cum, and filled with cum. I don’t want to know who you are or for you to know me. I want to be a nameless, faceless fuckhole.”

After five minutes without a response, Erin was worried she’d said the wrong thing. She was hoping he would reply with a description of a scene of her getting dominated by him. Then she could close her eyes, imagine the scene, and finish herself off. She figured this was all anonymous internet sexting, but then his message came in. “If you’re serious about this, get a room at the Ocean Front motel next Saturday night. When you book the room, message me for further instructions. I am serious about this. I’m experienced, clean, and professional. I can give you what you want and I’ll fuck your slutty holes until I get what I want. And you better not cum until I say so.”

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