I rushed through the door to see her sitting on the couch, dressed up and ready for our date. I couldn't help but notice she was wearing my favorite black dress, with her hair and makeup perfectly done.
Her sweet smile lit up the room making me feel even worse for making her wait. "I'm so sorry I'm late Princess," I said sitting my brief case down, "My boss wanted me to complete a project before I left and I didn't realize how long it would take me." "It's quite alright" she giggled as she stood up. I loved her giggle, but I found it odd she would laugh at me being late. "What's so funny?" "It's just hard for me to believe you have a boss," she said walking towards the door to grab her coat. I stopped her as she reached for it, and looked her in the eyes, "What do you mean? You don't believe I was working late?" "Not at all, I know you were working late. It's just hard for me to believe that YOU, have a boss." "Explain!" I commanded using a stern voice, "Sir, all I meant was it's hard for me to picture someone telling you what to do. I see you as the boss, at least you're my boss." I couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh "Princess, you really think I'm the boss around here?" She looked down at her feet and with a sweet little voice said "Yes, Sir. You are." I lifted her head up with my fingers under her chin. She looked at me with her sweet "forgive me Sir" eyes and I wanted to melt. "Let's discuss this. Who has the power in this relationship? You, not me. I may tell you what to do, how to do it, and punish you from time to time, but I am not the boss, or the one in control. "You allow me to dominate you. You dictate how I can touch you, when I can touch you, and when you want me to stop. We agreed on limits and we both signed a contract that allows me to do what I want within your limits." I moved closer to her forcing her up against the wall with her hands over her head. She let out a slight surprised moan, and began to blush. With my free hand I lifted up her skirt and moved my hand down her panties rubbing her clit. "You allow me to own you, to own this sweet pussy. To deny it release, or to cause it to cum on demand." She moaned louder and her legs started to shake as I moved my fingers inside her hitting g-spot. "Sir..." she said breathlessly as he looked me in the eyes begging without words. "You want me to allow you to cum, Princess?" She nodded her head, and I kissed her neck. "Maybe I will, and maybe I won't" She starting moaning in her flustered frustrated way that always made me smile. "Tell me who is the boss." "I... am... Sir" I moved my fingers faster as she was begging me to let her cum. "Now be a good girl for me and cum on my fingers!" I felt her convulse on my fingers as I grabbed her and kissed her hard to muffle her moans. She almost collapsed to the floor, but quickly caught herself. She looked me in the eyes as I pulled away from her, slowly pulling my fingers out of her. Quickly she grabbed my hand putting my fingers in her mouth sucking them clean. "You are a very good girl, Princess. But I wanted to taste you." I leaned in closer to her making sure she understood my disappointment. "I'm sorry Sir," she said giggling. "I guess that means I'm going to have to taste you later, when you'll be at my mercy." "We're going to be late for our reservations. We should get going Sir." As she turned to head towards the door I smacked her on the ass, "Whatever you say boss!"
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