Straight Female / 31
My Boss Caught Me Playing With My Nipples
I have always had a good relationship with my boss. He recruited me on campus, more than once he sent me home for migraines during my period, on one occasion I pooped myself after a night of beer drinking, when I didn't join my coworkers for lunch he came to my office to find out why, I confessed that to him. He went to the mall and brought me a same brand pants and fresh underwear so that I could change. Over the five years I had worked for him he had put me to bed more than once. He was the person who knew everything, about my growing up, my love life, my health, my sometimes bad behavior. I called him to come rescue me from bad dates. I held his hand to cross the street. I cried and he comforted me. He never took advantage of me, if he had I would have submitted, willingly, longingly. I loved him and because I loved him I didn't have sex.
The straw that broke the camel's back was one morning when I was writing a report. I had, have, a habit of playing with my nipples. That day I wore a very thin bra, and my nipples were very sensitive. I was pinching my nipple lost in thought when he walked in on me in my office. Of all the things, undressing me for bed, complaining about my period, buying me clothes because I pooped myself, catching me playing with my nipples embarrassed me to my core. My mother used to slap my hand, now he caught me in my secret habit.
He closed the door, sat down across from me, asked me if I did that often? People walked by my office. I had not felt so embarrassed since I was a little girl. I felt that my father was calling my habit to attention. I must have looked like it. He got up walked around my desk and kissed me, told me he loved me and to keep my fingers off my nipples, or close the door if I needed to masturbate.
After that day I surrendered to him completely, told him I loved him, and offered myself to him. Maybe I asked him to take me and stop torturing me. He did eventually take me, in my apartment. When he did I hung onto him. I decided that day that I was his, like a child belongs to a father or mother, I belonged to him. I never till this day have pinched my nipples in front of him.
The straw that broke the camel's back was one morning when I was writing a report. I had, have, a habit of playing with my nipples. That day I wore a very thin bra, and my nipples were very sensitive. I was pinching my nipple lost in thought when he walked in on me in my office. Of all the things, undressing me for bed, complaining about my period, buying me clothes because I pooped myself, catching me playing with my nipples embarrassed me to my core. My mother used to slap my hand, now he caught me in my secret habit.
He closed the door, sat down across from me, asked me if I did that often? People walked by my office. I had not felt so embarrassed since I was a little girl. I felt that my father was calling my habit to attention. I must have looked like it. He got up walked around my desk and kissed me, told me he loved me and to keep my fingers off my nipples, or close the door if I needed to masturbate.
After that day I surrendered to him completely, told him I loved him, and offered myself to him. Maybe I asked him to take me and stop torturing me. He did eventually take me, in my apartment. When he did I hung onto him. I decided that day that I was his, like a child belongs to a father or mother, I belonged to him. I never till this day have pinched my nipples in front of him.
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