My boss is a 37 year old woman with long, wavy black hair and deep, green eyes. Her outfit always shows off her long, smooth legs. And I live for the hotter days, when she unbuttons just a little further and I can see more of her surprisingly firm, ample breasts.

As much as I might try, I don't have the vocabulary to describe her perfection. If she asked, I would be under her desk and between her legs in seconds. I would be her footstool, hell I would be her chair. I would suffer any pain, indignity, humiliation. She could subject me to the most vile tortures, use me for the most petty things and in the cruelest ways, she could grind me to dust and sweep me into the trash bin. Some days I can't get through the day without rushing to the bathroom to fuck myself to the thought of her splitting me open with an enormous toy, smothering my face with her magnificent bottom, just, violating me in every conceivable way.

She already owns me, if she only knew.