Den kvinnliga chefen är en masochist
James Smith
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Chapter 1
Idag på kontoret fick jag en rejäl utskällning av min kvinnliga chef. Händelsen lämnade mig nedstämd och frustrerad.
När jag kom hem sökte jag tröst i min säng, och försökte koppla av med telefonen i handen. Jag öppnade TikTok och försjönk i den oändliga strömmen av livevideor med vackra kvinnor.
Snart blev jag fängslad av en livestream med en vacker kvinna som graciöst snurrade runt en stång.
Kvinnan, klädd i provocerande läderkläder, visade upp en lockande figur medan hon dansade och sjöng. Hennes ansikte var dock dolt bakom en mask, vilket lämnade hennes identitet ett mysterium.
Detta element av mystik gjorde mig bara ännu mer intresserad av henne.
Hennes onlinealias var Sexy Kitten.
Hennes profil beskrev henne som en 27-åring som kunde sjunga och dansa, en mogen och sexig kvinna som hade en förkärlek för macho män.
Jag kunde inte låta bli att skratta åt hennes preferens.
En macho man, säger du?
Nåväl, skulle jag inte passa perfekt i den rollen!
Till min förvåning upptäckte jag att Sexy Kitten bodde i samma stad som jag, bara några kilometer bort.
Så nära!
Kunde det vara möjligt att våra vägar hade korsats i verkligheten?
När jag fortsatte att titta på Sexy Kittens frestande pole dance sköljde en våg av åtrå över mig, och min manlighet svarade på samma sätt.
Det var en oundviklig reaktion, ett bevis på en mans primala behov. Det hade gått en avsevärd tid sedan jag senast njöt av köttets lustar.
Faktum är att jag hade varit singel ganska länge.
Med Sexy Kitten så nära verkade tanken på att bli hennes onlinevän, träffa henne personligen, dela en måltid och sedan älska vara frestande möjlig.
Tanken på att ta henne bakifrån, känna den tillfredsställande smällen av hennes skinkor under min hand, var upphetsande!
Så jag skickade ett meddelande till Sexy Kitten via TikToks privata meddelandefunktion.
Mighty Tiger: [Hej, jag är Mighty Tiger, jag skulle vilja bli vän med dig.]
'Mighty Tiger' var mitt TikTok-användarnamn.
Sexy Kitten såg mitt meddelande men svarade inte.
Oavskräckt bestämde jag mig för att skicka henne en gåva värd hundra dollar.
När hon mottog gåvan verkade Sexy Kitten genuint nöjd och skickade omedelbart ett meddelande till mig.
Sexy Kitten: [Mighty Tiger, tack för gåvan!]
Uppmuntrad svarade jag med ett hoppfullt meddelande.
Mighty Tiger: [Kan vi bli vänner nu?]
För att öka mina chanser skickade jag henne en bild på mig själv när jag tränade, noga med att hålla mitt ansikte dolt.
När hon såg bilden verkade Sexy Kitten förtjust och upphetsad.
Sexy Kitten: [Jag älskar macho män! Och du är den första personen som skickar mig en gåva, från och med nu är du min mästare!]
Överlycklig skickade jag henne en lekfull befallning.
Mighty Tiger: [Eftersom jag är din mästare, beordrar jag dig att gå på vandring med mig!]
Sexy Kitten svarade med en fråga.
Sexy Kitten: [Vad är vandringen till för? Vill du ha sex med mig i bergen?]
Hennes meddelande tog mig med överraskning. Denna kvinna var verkligen djärv och flirtig.
Med en retfull ton svarade jag: [Ja, utomhussex, vågar du komma?]
Sexy Kitten svarade: [Vad finns det att vara rädd för, jag älskar att ha sex med macho män. Jag njuter av känslan av att bli erövrad av en macho man!]
Hennes svar skickade en stöt av upphetsning genom mig.
Det verkade som att min träff med Sexy Kitten var nära förestående!
Och den lovade att bli ett spännande äventyr utomhus!
Känslan stärkt, skickade jag ett nytt meddelande till Sexy Kitten: [Skicka en selfie nu direkt, låt mig se hur du ser ut! Ingen vägran!]
Jag hade förväntat mig att hon skulle motstå, men Sexy Kitten verkade njuta av att bli beordrad. Hon svarade enkelt: [Okej, mästare!]
Och sedan skickade hon en selfie där hennes ansikte var synligt.
Synen av bilden gjorde mig fullständigt mållös!
Kvinnan på bilden var ingen annan än min chef, Jenny Svensson!
I misstro bad jag Sexy Kitten om hennes Facebook-konto.
När jag gick in på Sexy Kittens Facebook-sida, fann jag otaliga bilder av Jenny Svensson!
Vid det här laget var jag helt säker. Personen känd som Sexy Kitten var faktiskt min chef, Jenny Svensson!
Avslöjandet lämnade mig i ett tillstånd av chock!
Jenny Svensson, som hade skällt ut mig framför våra kollegor tidigare under dagen, var samma kvinna som hade dansat på TikTok!
Och för bara en stund sedan hade Jenny Svensson ödmjukt kallat mig sin mästare!
Dessutom hade Jenny Svensson uttryckt en önskan om att ha sex utomhus med mig!
Mitt sinne snurrade!
Vilken upptäckt jag hade snubblat över!
Den stränga och avlägsna Jenny Svensson, vacker som en stjärna, var en kvinna med lösa moraler i sitt privata liv!
Jenny Svensson skickade mig ett meddelande och påminde mig: [Du får inte läcka min bild, jag är en ledare på företaget, om mina underordnade får reda på att jag är en host på TikTok, dansar vid stången, och vill ha sex utomhus med en macho man... mina underordnade skulle se ner på mig, jag skulle aldrig kunna visa mig igen!]
Jag skrattade.
Lite visste Jenny att jag var en av hennes underordnade, John Cena!
Om hon visste, skulle hon utan tvekan bli chockad och sedan överväldigad av förlägenhet.
I det ögonblicket skickade Jenny mig ett meddelande: [Jag vet fortfarande inte hur du ser ut? Kan du också skicka en selfie?]
Jenny bad om en selfie!
Självklart skulle jag inte skicka en selfie!
Om Jenny upptäckte att den Mäktiga Tigern hon chattade med var jag, skulle hon utan tvekan bli rasande!
Jag skickade henne en bild av min bara överkropp, noga med att hålla mitt ansikte dolt.
Jag följde upp med ett meddelande: [Jag vill behålla mystiken, jag kan inte visa dig mitt ansikte just nu, men jag kan låta dig beundra min robusta fysik först.]
När hon såg mitt muskulösa bröst och mina magmuskler verkade Jenny mycket upphetsad och skickade mig genast ett meddelande om att träffas offline.
Sexy Kitten: [Har du tid i helgen? Jag vill träffa dig i helgen. Jag vill ha sex utomhus med dig. Jag vill att du knullar mig!]
Men jag var inte redo att träffa Jenny än.
Även om jag var ivrig att älska med Jenny, om hon upptäckte min sanna identitet vid mötet, skulle jag vara i djupa problem.
Jenny skulle definitivt bli rasande!
Hon skulle inte bara vägra att älska med mig, hon kanske till och med skulle döda mig!
Jag behövde utforma en plan som inte bara skulle låta mig träffa Jenny offline och älska med henne, utan också hålla min identitet dold.
Tills jag hade kommit på denna plan, skulle jag inte träffa Jenny.
Jag skickade Jenny ett meddelande.
Mäktiga Tigern: [Jag har varit väldigt upptagen på sistone, jag kommer att arrangera att träffa dig offline när jag har tid.]
Men Jenny var otålig.
Sexy Kitten: [Men jag kan inte vänta längre!]
Med en sträng ton svarade jag: [Lyssna på ordern! Du är bara min slav! Slavar måste lyssna på sin mästare!]
Överraskande nog blev Jenny inte arg. Istället verkade hon tycka att det var spännande.
Jenny lydde och skickade tillbaka ett meddelande: [Jag ska följa mästarens arrangemang!]
Det verkade som att Jenny verkligen njöt av att bli beordrad, att bli förnedrad...
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James Smith
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