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Call me a sadist, but…I enjoy seeing people in pain. Call me a control freak, I don’t care. I enjoy being large and in charge. All my life I have been a Babe In Total Control of Herself….otherwise known as a B.I.T.C.H and it has never hurt me to be called one. I can remember as far back as kindergarten when I would find my prey and attack them. There was just something about being a bully to the boys that just made me all tingly inside, how was I supposed to know that years later it would turn me into the dominatrix beauty I am today. I evolved out of a need to protect Her when she was going through that awkward pubescent phase that began in middle school. As much as she wanted to control her life and be the “boss” at that time, being a bully to boys that found growth spurts over the summer are a bit hard to control. So while she wallowed in her own corner of her mind, I stepped up to the plate to change the game for her. Through our newfound womanly wilds, I realized that with these boys thinking about sex 89% of the time, we can control them with our looks and then hit them where it really hurts…their balls. HAHAHA. So that is the beginning of my evolution. From a short, chubby lil girl who liked to beat up on the boys during recess to a fully in charge, mistress of your wildest fantasies….
I am the Evolution of She-Devil
And this is my personal diary…
Dear Diary,
Late-April:
CEO, after years of hard work, ball busting, and hustling, I had finally earned the title that is my birthright. I had founded the Legacy Events Corporation with my business partner when I was a junior in college. We began planning rich, bratty kids’ birthday parties and eventually worked our way to planning large benefits for non-profits and housewives. Now some years later I was opening our first Atlanta office with over seventy-five total annual functions with revenues above $2,500,000.
Mid-May:
I was enjoying my new, upscale office; examining every inch of it, from the large open face window to the soft leather of the high back chair to the mahogany of the desk to the pictures of friends and family and my attempts at photography on my walls. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the feel of the Berber carpet between my bare toes, someone knocked on my door interrupting my flow. “Who is it?” I almost growled at the door. A scared masculine voice replied, “It’s… Anthony Lenox, your new assistant.” Annoyed I open the door to see the sexiest man cowering before me. Even though I was the HBIC, he stood above me at six feet. He was the cutest thing in his wire framed glasses with his chestnut complexion, light brown eyes, short wavy hair, and full lips. I’ve always had a thing for full lips. This assistant, a recent college grad trying to make his own in the world, what the hell did he want? “What do you want?” I asked him. “Well, the contracts from the ACA benefit has just been faxed over,” he said. “Thanks.” As I escort him out of my office, I stood in the doorway to watch his tight, sexy ass walk over to his cubicle. The things I could do to you, I thought as I closed my door slowly.
Early-October:
Another hard day of running around and making phone calls trying to ensure that this next event runs smoothly. As the day goes by, my business exterior gets more and more laid back. I have taken off my jacket and shoes, pulled my hair down and taken my shirt out of my skirt. As I am sitting on the opposite side of my desk looking over the itinerary, I am ignorant to the door opening and closing behind me. I am engulfed in the work that I am doing, when all of a sudden I feel a set of strong hands massaging my stressed shoulders. At first I enjoyed the feeling of the knots in my neck melting away, then I realized where the hell I was. I looked up after closing my eyes to see my desk, chair, and office surrounding me. That is when I got heated, who in the hell is bold enough to come into MY office and put their damn hands on me? I turn around ready to raise hell, when I see sexy Anthony. Just because he is cute doesn’t mean he can get away with that, it’s time to show him who the REAL boss is.
After I chew him a new one and tell him about our company’s policy on sexual harassment and the consequences of his actions. I tell him that if he wants to get back on my good side, he is going to have to stay late without pay and do extra work. Not wanting to lose his job or his reputation, he complies and quickly exits my office. The nerve of that boy, it’s time to make him pay.
TGIF, man I love Fridays. I especially like this particular Friday even more. Today is the day that I show Mr. Anthony Lenox, some manners. I pick up the receiver to my phone and dial the extension to Anthony’s desk, when he picks up I tell him to come to my office….NOW! Before I can even hang up the phone he is knocking at my door. Punctual and polite….he’s learning. “Enter.” I tell him. He walks into my office, closes the door behind him and stands there with a notepad and pen. “You can sit down you know.” He sits and doesn’t say a word. The look in his eyes showed fear, but faintly, very faintly I can sense his excitement. I think he has a thing for women in charge. I smile at the thought. This is going to be good.
I lean forward in my leather chair and steeple my fingers as I address him with my plot. “Remember when I told you that you will be working extra without pay? Well today is your lucky day because you have some field work to do. Tonight I want you to be at this address by 9 o’clock, ask for a woman named Bobbi. She will give you your next set of instructions.” He looks at me with attentiveness and an expression full of confusion. “Next time you feel it necessary to come into my office and touch me, remember who the Head Bitch in Charge is. You may exit.” He walks slowly toward the door and stops as if wanting to ask a question. I guess he decided against it because he opens the door and walks out.
Anthony just couldn’t figure her out. Although she was his boss, something about her tantalized him. He wasn’t normally a man to take such harsh orders from a woman, but the way she did it in her form-fitting skirt suits and her four inch heeled pumps made him sexually crazy. What was he thinking going into her office and touching her like that? He must have been out of his mind and now he was going to pay for it by going to a strange place, in a strange part of town, at night. Yeah, she was definitely teaching him a lesson, he just hoped she was not the type to send her enemies into battle without notice.
Anthony
9:00 pm
I arrive at the address she gave. I’m scared but my man pride won’t allow that to show. I knock on the door of what looks like an old warehouse and a gruff, hairy dude opens the door. “Yeah, I’m looking for a woman named Bobbi?” Suddenly the door opens and I am greeted by some interesting sounds and even more interesting smells in the air. The gruff guy points up the stairs and I am greeted by a red light and a hazy fog. When I get to the top of the stairs a woman dressed in a bra, from what I could see, is sitting at a receptionist’s desk. “Uh…hi. I’m looking for Bobbi?” She says to me, “Hmmmm….you must be Anthony. Room 727, your assignment is in there.” I am completely confused. What kind of weird shit does this bitch of a boss have me doing? Okay, I admit that I was wrong to touch her. And I will admit that my dick got the best of me, but I don’t think it’s worth this. But, I am here anyway. What’s the worst that can happen? I knock on the door of 727 and hear a voice telling me to enter. It is almost pitch black in the room except for a chair in the middle of the floor with a dim light hovering above it. The voice tells me to undress and sit in the chair. What the fuck? Okay, the horny side of me is really excited right now, but the rational side is like “Get the fuck out while you can dog!!!” Horniness had definitely won when I began undoing my tie, belt buckle and zipper. Next thing I knew, I was sitting buck naked in the cold metal chair wondering what was going to happen. I got the answer I was looking for when the room got pitch dark. I had been blind folded and my hands had been handcuffed almost in one swift motion. The voice said to me, “I heard you have been a bad boy. Do you know what we do to bad boys?” And that’s when I heard the loud SMACK against my skin. I didn’t know whether I should try kicking and punching into the air or try to rub my dick. The shit was that wild.
She-Devil
Poor little Anthony. I could tell he was getting aroused by the game that I was playing with him. It pleased me to see that he was pleased with me bringing pain to him. So I decided to see how long it would take him to go over the edge. How long would it take for him to beg me to fuck him? I had him blind folded to ensure that he wouldn’t know it was me and I used a fake British accent to enhance my anonymity. SMACK!!! I could hear him moan every time I hit him with my leather whip. “Who gave you permission to be in control?” I said to him. “No…no one. I just…I just…” he stuttered back. “You just what?” I demanded. Although I was having fun making Mr. Lenox pay for his enticing harassment, I really wanted to know what the hell was going through his mind. He says, “Well, since I started working at the L.E.C I guess I have been attracted to my boss. There is just something about the way she wears that tight-ass skirt and those tall heels that make me just want to bend her over her desk, pull her skirt up to her waist and ram my dick in her pussy. I have not normally been a man that gets excited about being submissive to a woman, but the way she gets this look in her eyes and the growl in her voice when she is in “boss mode” makes my dick jump. That day in her office when I saw her there vulnerable, I felt like that was my chance to see her without the wall and maybe get her to be interested.” If I wasn’t attracted to Anthony at any other point in time, I was definitely attracted to him now after that expression of feelings he just gave me. But he was here to learn a lesson and I was here to teach it to him.
9:45 pm
From this moment forward you will call me Mistress She-Devil. Your safe word is girl power. You will do and say everything that I tell you to. You will only be able to touch me with your tongue. After each hit of my whip you will say, “Yes, Mistress She-Devil, please give me more.” Do you understand these rules? “Yes.” He says. “Yes what?” I demand. “Yes, Mistress She-Devil, please give me more.” He answers.
I begin my lesson by teasing and tantalizing him. I begin caressing his naked, muscular body with my silken gloved hands. I massaged his shoulders and neck, feeling his tense body getting loose under my fingertips. I run my fingers into his hair and kiss his face. When I hear him moan, I give him a good SMACK!! on his chest. He immediately gets tense again, especially his dick. I start my tease again. I encircle his nipples with my fingers, followed by my tongue. I walk in front of him and get down on my knees in front of him. I lick and suck his nipples into submission. I slowly trace a path from his nipples, to his defined abs, close to his hard dick. I can tell that he wants me to envelope my luscious lips around his dick, but of course this is his torture and I am his deliverer. I smack him hard on his thighs to remind him who is in control.
10: 05 pm
I stand up and tell him to explore my body with his tongue. I take my gloves off of my hand and let him suck on my fingers. He then licks my arms and my neck. I allow him one kiss on my lips before I give him a smack for being so sexy. He licks and sucks my breasts, which immediately makes my pussy lips swell.
10:48 pm
Before I become totally engulfed in the pleasure he is giving me, I help him out of the chair and the handcuffs to a doggy-style position on the cold concrete floor. “Now we will test your trust in your master and your loyalty to your mistress. If I see you tense up, I will smack you. If you cum before I want you to, I will smack you. If you fail to follow directions, I will smack you. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress She-Devil, please give me more,” he says. I begin my test by hitting him repeatedly with the whip until his round brown ass is rosy pink. “Do you like the pleasure, I’m giving you?” “Yes, Mistress She-Devil, please give me more.” I softly caress his ass to see if he was going to clench. Sure enough he clinches like I knew he would. So, I smack his ass again.
11:45pm
After what seems like hours of mental fucking him and assaulting him, I finally decide it’s time for him to meet his mistress. I stand before him and take off his blind fold. He squints as his eyes adjust to the light. He slowly explores me. He begins his visual journey at my 6 inch leather thigh high boots, and then he sees my mesh bodysuit covering my naked body. He stops for a moment on my manicured pussy and licks his lips. He next sees my 42 D breasts protruding from under the bodysuit. The look on his face when he finally gets to my face is nothing short of comical. He damn near chokes when he realizes that it is no other than his bitch of a boss.
To Be Continued…
