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Before being mine, I’ve known him for a while. Since our supervisor was a b*tch and we worked together, he frequently saw me in a furious mood. I suppose I could also discover it difficult to follow instructions. But he was quiet and submissive, barely recognizable to most people, and he was obedient. Nevertheless, I knew he would be my next servant the instant I laid eyes on him. When he saw me ranting or being difficult, I could see how agitated and red-faced he became. He clearly want to be controlled by someone, as I could tell. He really was sad, and it was funny how much he wanted me. He made a few attempts to ask me out, but I refused since I wanted to have some fun with him.
During a night shift one day, we were working alone with no customers entering the store. As he was gazing at me from a corner of the room, I became really bored and realized it. I then followed him to a chair and continued to gaze at him. As he froze, he fumbled through a hesitant attempt to express his exhaustion. I said, “Shut up!” and he froze.
This is what’s gonna happen; I’m bored, so you’re gonna be mean to me, okay? “Now,” I said as I drew up my skirt, threw my underpants at him, and yawned. His cheeks turned scarlet and he nodded, “Are you sure?” I let him go on for a bit since he was good enough, but I needed to finish something, so I said, “Stop!” He scented my underwear and clutched them hard in his hand as he drew nearer to me and began licking my pussy. “Is something wrong?” he halted in response to my instruction. “No,” I replied to his question. A uneasy pause followed, “Should I go on?” After one minute of stillness, he nervously inquired, “Do you want to?” He gave me a puzzled “yes” response when I inquired.
I grinned and rephrased, “then beg for it.” He blushed as I looked down at him and mumbled, “My queen.” “Say it again,” I demanded, “please my queen I’m begging you please let me go down on you, I promise I will do my best.” I smiled, “better” and said, “now you’ll continue.” He then got down on his knees again and placed his head on the floor, saying, “Please let me go down on you kaya, I’m begging you.”
When he reached my wet pussy, I groaned with joy as his tongue once again touched me. He stood up and started moving toward me, but I stopped him and commanded, “On your knees.” He appeared embarrassed and dropped down on his knees. When I finally felt my orgasm building, I tightened the hold on his head by wrapping my legs around it while he continued. I did so before letting go.
I said, “Bring me my underwear,” and he blinked inconsolably before bringing them to me. “You are very obedient,” I said, “I know,” to which he hesitantly replied, “from now on you will be my new servant, this was the first step of your training, you will do what I want, when I want, and you will let go and give me total control.” He nodded enthusiastically, “good,” to which I added, “and if I like you enough you will become my slave, are we clear?” I left him sitting there in amazement and said, “bye then.”

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