The boot polisher [MF+, Fdom]

Chapter 1 – Meeting him

She looks out the window, waiting to see the neighbor boy return from the store. It’s been far too long since she had some fun, and she’s chosen him as her target. She throws a glance at the mirror on the wall, admiring herself. She may be 50, but she’s taken care of herself and has a body women half her age would be jealous of. And she has something those younger women don’t, experience. When she sees Peter walking up the street, she goes out to meet him.

“Oh, hi Peter.” she says with a seductive smile.

“Oh, uh, hi Elizabeth.” he stammers back.

He’s carrying two big bags, the weight of them making the muscle in his arms swell. She discreetly admires his body, thinking about what he would look like with less clothes on. She catches him staring openly at her legs, but she doesn’t say anything. Of course she doesn’t. That’s the whole point of her outfit, the short skirt and long boots working together to draw attention to her shapely legs.

“You have something there, let me get it for you.” Elizabeth says and points at his chest.

Teaching my manager a lesson [MF, nc]

I sigh deeply. Once again, I’ve been called to your office, and once again, I’m sure it’s for some bullshit reason. I take a second to control my anger before I knock on your office door.

“Come in.”

I open the door, and you give me a condescending smile.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here.”

I sigh again, shaking my head.

“I have no idea. Just like I had no idea the other times I was called in here.”

“Okay, then I’ll make it very clear. I’ve seen how you look at me, undressing me with your eyes. I’m a manager at this bank, not a piece of meat, and you will treat me as such!”

I stare at you in disbelief, and I can’t stop myself from chuckling.

“That’s why I’m here? Then let ME be very clear. If you don’t want me to look at you, then you shouldn’t dress like that. Tight tops showing off your breasts, short skirts hugging your ass. If you don’t want to be looked at like a piece of meat, then don’t dress like a slut.”

“You can’t talk to me like that!”

Teaching my manager a lesson [MF, rape]

I sigh deeply. Once again, I’ve been called to your office, and once again, I’m sure it’s for some bullshit reason. I take a second to control my anger before I knock on your office door.

“Come in.”

I open the door, and you give me a condescending smile.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here.”

I sigh again, shaking my head.

“I have no idea. Just like I had no idea the other times I was called in here.”

“Okay, then I’ll make it very clear. I’ve seen how you look at me, undressing me with your eyes. I’m a manager at this bank, not a piece of meat, and you will treat me as such!”

I stare at you in disbelief, and I can’t stop myself from chuckling.

“That’s why I’m here? Then let ME be very clear. If you don’t want me to look at you, then you shouldn’t dress like that. Tight tops showing off your breasts, short skirts hugging your ass. If you don’t want to be looked at like a piece of meat, then don’t dress like a slut.”

“You can’t talk to me like that!”