Office slavery

 I knew that my boss was going to promote me.  Not to be cocky, but i’m handsome and women have a hard time saying “no”.  I’ve seen the way she looks at me.  I bet she has a permanent wet spot in her panties.  I would love to just fuck the shit out of her on her desk.  She sat down and took a look at my file and started asking me questions about the accounts I set up a few months ago.  At first I told her I couldn’t remember and then I made up some stuff that sounded good.  Her face turned sour as she stood up and told me to start over and this time tell her the truth.  She reminded me that my job was on the line.  I was scared because I could go to prison if she knew the whole story.  Screw the job… I fumbled around and made up another story.  She looked furious.  She told me that she knew EVERYTHING,  and that my life was in her hands now.  She demanded that I  get down on the ground like a dog.  I hesitated, and then she pulled me to my knees by my ear and cried out  “you will do everything I tell you to do,  for as long as I want.. you little WORM!”  My promotion was to be her bitch boy for years to come.  After five years of mental and sexual abuse, she eventually got tired of me.  I found out later that every five years she sets up some arrogant guy to make him believe he committed a crime so she can blackmail him into doing whatever she desires.boss