Man with a Mission – Office FemDom

Things went from bad to intolerable when corporate decided to combine two big offices into one small building. A fucking strip-mall storefront no less. Could you get any tackier than that?

Diane ran the whole show now. And it was driving her mad. The place was pure chaos. Her employees hated her and why not? She was the boss from hell. She had to be. That’s what the situation called for.

She had to make sure they were overworked and underpaid or the entire business would go under. The suits at corporate made sure of that.

She had about a snowball’s chance in hell of getting her bonus, the bonus her bosses dangled in front of her nose as an incentive for riding herd on this office, but she knew for a fact she’d be out of job if she didn’t keep trying.

There was nothing else out there.

Joe sympathized with her. He studied business culture in school and suggested to Diane that she try to infuse the office with a team mission. Just lay it out there: either we suck it up and do a great job under terrible circumstances or go to ruin bitching about it.

Diane’d read whose books too.

“Joe,” Diane said. “To make that work I’d need an office flunky. A gung ho fool that doesn’t mind doing all the dirty little jobs nobody else wants and does it smiling. A kind of office mascot. People see this guy and think he’s out of his mind. They see him try and run through walls and bounce off and try again. They think he’s nuts. Sometimes they start thinking maybe he’s on to something. Like maybe as long as we’re working here anyway, in this crazy fucked up place, maybe it’d help if we all went at it like crazy.

“But are YOU willing to be that guy? Are you willing to be that flunky? MY flunky?” she paused. “Y’see that’s the other part. I’m gonna need to treat you like shit. Take out all my frustrations out on you. I can’t afford to fire anyone or piss them off so bad that they quit. So if someone fucks up I gotta blame you. People see me tearing you a new asshole after you work your tail off for me and then they don’t feel so bad. They start thinking maybe I’m not picking on them as bad as they thought. Maybe they even feel sorry for you and try and help out a little more around here to keep me off your back.

“It might work… ” She mused.

“Sure.” Joe said. “Sure it’ll work.”

“That’s easy for you to say.” Diane countered. “If the heat gets too much for you you can just split. I don’t need a ‘fair weather’ flunky. I gotta know you’ll toe the line and go the distance.

“No offense, Joe, but you never struck me as the kind of guy that can take the kind of abuse I’m talking about. Harassment rules are out the window. I’m gonna call you a sissy-bitch ass-licker right in front of everybody. I’m gonna humiliate you so bad in so many ways it’ll make everyone’s skin crawl.

“Frankly, I don’t think you’re up to it. You’re more of a garden variety wuss. Too sensitive.”

“I’m up to it.” Joe protested. “I’m your man— er– flunky.”

“You’re gonna have to prove it to me.” Diane said, unconvinced. “Lick my asshole.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Bitch! DO IT!”

Joe knelt down behind her as she kicked her heels off. He helped her out of her pantyhose.

Diane leaned forward across the desk and pulled her cheeks apart for him.

“Get in there and lick! If you meant even one word you said then lick me. If you can’t do that then you don’t have what it takes to be my flunky.”

Joe touched his tongue inside her ass-crack tentatively.

“You call yourself an ass eating flunky? Get to work in there Bitch!”

Joe stuck his face in it and started licking away. Diane let go of her cheeks and they closed around Joe’s face. He kept it stuck in the rut and kept on licking.

“Stick it up my ass. Farther! Suck on it Bitch! Eat it like you MEAN it!”

Joe followed his own philosophy. He was in the middle of a shitty job, he might as well make the most of it and go gung ho.

“Oh yeah, Bitch. Now you’re showing me something. Now you’re earning your keep. Ohh, slide it around. Ohh, lick me deep. Ohh, eat that ass, flunky Bitch.

“(Unh) Feel like a hero yet, Joe? (Ughh) Huh? You want to be the office savior? Oh yeah, punk. Oh yeah, keep eatin’. How else you gonna be somebody, huh Joe? (Ohh) You’ll be humiliated beyond recognition. (Ahhh!) And you’ll love it, won’t you Joe? (Oh OH Ahh!)Won’t you, Bitch? (OOOOh) Won’t you FLUUNK-EEEEE!?””

Diane collapsed against the desk and fell into her chair.

“Fuck, that was good.” Diane said. “What a way to relax the nervous system, whew. You can put that on your checklist just before turning out the lights each night: Eat Diane’s Ass. You are sure one fucking ass-eating flunky. You got your work cut out for you though. I’m gonna wear you out.

“Speaking of wore out,” Diane said. “You wore ME out. I’m too pooped to move. And I gotta pee.”

Nobody moved.

“Joe, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry.” Joe came over and got into position.

“Open wide, Flunky.” Said Diane as she guided her amber stream into the waiting mouth of her office boy.