Female boss likes SM

Let me introduce myself. My name is Gao Xiaoai, I'm 26 years old, 168cm tall, with a 32B bust, a 1.9-foot waist, and 92cm hips. I have long hair, which I wear either down or in a ponytail. I have an oval face and delicate features. I consider myself a beauty. While my bust is a bit small, the lines of my hips and legs are

undeniably sexy and beautiful. My hobbies include singing, dancing, and SM. As for my style, I generally aim for a sophisticated yet sexy look. In short, I wear skirts 80% of the year, and I always wear stockings and high heels. I do like pantyhose, but for convenience, I mostly wear open-crotch pantyhose or open-crotch bodysuits. I don't like platform heels; I prefer high-heeled flats with straps or buckles, at least 8cm high and up to 16cm. I have a relatively high sex drive and produce a lot of vaginal lubrication.

My profession is a government civil servant, serving as the deputy director of a street office in a county-level people's government. I'm considered a minor leader, with my own responsibilities, a private office, and a company car (which I drive myself). While not wealthy, I'm financially secure and can afford many things for my own enjoyment. At work, I'm a conscientious, pragmatic, and methodical leader, widely recognized as capable. My colleagues see me as approachable yet proud, serious, and authoritative; they all have a good relationship with me and respect me.

In my personal life, I'm a devoted SM enthusiast with submissive tendencies. However, my understanding of SM doesn't see it as a master-slave dynamic or a dominant-submissive relationship. SM should be seen as a special kind of sexual stimulation, a forced and unexpected sexual stimulation beyond one's control. Therefore, the dominant and submissive should be equal, respecting each other in life, but in the game, the dominant is in a coercive position, and the submissive is in a coerced position. This is my principle regarding SM games, and also the reason I don't accept dog-slave or humiliation projects. And precisely because of this, I was afraid of this hobby being discovered by the people around me in real life, so I only did it online. There were dominants online, but I never revealed it in real life; all my SM self-harm was done in absolutely safe situations.

I've been involved in SM for about eight years now, starting with watching various SM movies, novels, and pictures, finding a dominant online, and eventually self-bondage. Everything brought me joy; I enjoyed SM without it affecting my work or life. And through long-term self-practice, I've become a fairly professional submissive. I have a high tolerance for masochism, I'm very wet, but I don't ejaculate.

Over the years, buying equipment repeatedly has also made me almost a professional; now, apart from large-scale equipment, I have almost everything I commonly use. Then, two years ago, all my peaceful life changed, leading me from the pleasure of self-harm to truly entering SM, becoming a true submissive, a true slave… Now, let me tell you my story after becoming a female leader!

Two years ago, after being promoted, I came to the largest subdistrict office in the county. The entire unit had over 100 employees and 11 leaders. After I took office, the unit arranged a separate office for me, clearly defining my responsibilities as overseeing three departments with a total of 18 people. A car and driver were provided, but the workload was heavy, and weekend overtime was frequent, which wasn't good for the driver. Since it was more convenient for me to drive myself, I chose to drive myself.

In this new environment, the most important thing was to establish my position. So, in front of my 18 subordinates, firstly, I was beautiful, attractive, and approachable, easy to communicate with; secondly, I was the most outstanding—I understood what they understood, and I understood what they didn't; thirdly, I was serious. Although I was approachable and easy to communicate with, you couldn't joke with me; I meant what I said, and you couldn't argue with me.

To achieve this goal, I spent about a month using methods such as holding meetings and taking them on community surveys, and finally succeeded. Now, my colleagues treat me with utmost respect, I have established my place in the unit, and I have gained the recognition of the main leaders, laying the groundwork for future work.

Two months later, my work was on track, my subordinates were very capable, and I felt a sense of ease. In this free time, I began to feel restless and uneasy, because I hadn't touched my deepest, most profound need—masochism—for two months. Then I thought of my QQ account, and I thought of my online master.

In my SM world, there weren't many people, just one Dom, named Mumu, an online friend who occupied my entire world. He taught me everything about SM, and he became the only person I completely obeyed. He was as educated as I was, a graduate of a prestigious 211 university, cultured, knowledgeable, well-mannered, polite, and gentle, especially kind to me. In SM, he would patiently teach me what I didn't understand, and remind me of things I did wrong or should pay attention to. He was undoubtedly a good Dom. In real life, perhaps I would fall in love with him, or at least I could consider him a trustworthy friend.

Our only connection was through QQ. We had an agreement that we didn't need to know what each other looked like, meet, or even hear each other's voices. As long as we cared for each other, even platonic relationships wouldn't matter. We maintained a pattern where whenever he saw me on QQ, he was my master, and I had to obey his orders. However, he wouldn't say much when I needed something, and I would always complete the tasks he assigned without fail when I wasn't busy.

In this way, he became my ideal S, someone who wouldn't affect my work or life, wouldn't put me in danger, wouldn't ruin my reputation by having my hobby discovered, and could greatly satisfy me. We, as a SM couple, have been together for six years…

I recalled the bits and pieces between us, looking around at the current state of my office—this room is about 20 square meters, with a large corner desk, a swivel chair, a computer, a telephone, a bookcase, and a storage cabinet. It's a small achievement I've gained in my career over the past few years. I'm usually alone in this office, so it's quite quiet. My boss always calls me when he needs something, so hardly anyone comes.

I suddenly thought how great it would be if Mumu let me play around in the office. Even though it's safe with the door closed, people are always walking around outside, and the office is a public place, so it would definitely be exciting.

So I started going on QQ every day and actively contacting him there.

That day, he came online on QQ, and I told him about my changed situation. I longed for him to ask me to play SM in public, but what if he actually did? Should I refuse? Because it's so different from my previous principles and requests, my image in his eyes would be ruined; he'd definitely think I'm a slut. What should I do? I thought absentmindedly. Suddenly, his avatar flashed on the screen. I double-clicked it.

Mumu: My little slut, now that things are so good, shouldn't our relationship change a bit?

Xiao Gao: How?

Mumu: Our old rule was that when we were both online on QQ and neither of us was busy, whoever suggested starting a BDSM game would start immediately. I would go into the dominant position and you would go into the submissive position. You had to strictly follow my requests, right?

Xiaogao: Yeah, how can we change it? Isn't this better?

Mumu: Of course not. I don't get satisfied this way, and you should consider my feelings.

Xiaogao: Hehe, then tell me how I'll satisfy you.

Mumu: You have to let me see and hear it.

Seeing his request, I didn't answer immediately. I knew that if I agreed, he would know what I looked like, my voice, and even all sorts of things about me. Our privacy would be gone, and our relationship would take a leap forward. I hesitated, but then I felt a pang of guilt. He had been so good to me all these years, teaching me how to be comfortable, how to torture myself, while I had given him nothing in return. After thinking for a while, I agreed.

Mu Mu: I want to confirm something with you first. Does anyone usually come to your office? Does anyone else have a key to your office?

My previous expectations and worries came back to me. How should I answer? Without much thought, I replied: No, it's just me. When the door is closed, it's just me.

Mu Mu: Then I want you to install a camera and audio recorder in your office.

Xiao Gao: Huh? In your office?

Mu Mu: Yes, what's the difference between your office and your home? And you spend more time online at work, what's wrong with that?

Xiao Gao: ...Okay!

Mumu: Then let's discuss our SM relationship. I'll make my demands, see if they're okay with you. First, the first thing you do at work every day is open QQ; second, you need to keep a secure locker in the office, and bring some frequently used items there; third, whenever we're both on QQ at the same time, we immediately enter into an SM relationship, and you must obey all my orders unless you're handling very important official business; fourth, we'll exchange phone numbers; fifth, I can look at you, but you can't look at me.

Hearing him say this, my mind went completely blank. I didn't know what to say or do. Deep down, I longed for exciting and thrilling things to do with him in the office, but I was also afraid of potential danger. I was also afraid that Mumu would think I was a slut, a promiscuous woman. What should I do? Should I agree to him?

At that moment, another voice in my head said: "What's there to be afraid of? The office is relatively safe, so you don't need to be afraid of anything. Besides, there's no real connection between you and Mumu, and after so many years together, he's a trustworthy person. And besides, you're a promiscuous woman, Mumu already knows that. You have no image in his eyes whatsoever. What's wrong with that? Just agree to him, things will definitely get more exciting after you agree." After thinking for a long time, I agreed.

And so, we chatted as before, carrying out his orders, the difference being that it was in the office, and we played in front of a camera, with the usual bondage and penis insertion. In the short time we started playing together, I was always extra careful to lock the door and even barricaded it with a small sofa. We always played after everyone had left work. Although there was a thrill of being discovered, we were never disturbed, and I proved that my office was safe.

He became increasingly knowledgeable about me, including my workplace, my family, my addresses, how many people I managed, what I did, and so on. I gave him all sorts of real information about my life, but I wasn't curious about him at all. Just like he didn't have a webcam while I did, I vaguely felt that he wasn't important; what mattered was how we had fun together. And Mumu, just as I said, seemed very happy when we played together. Sometimes he even took photos of me and edited them; some of the photos were indeed quite beautiful. This went on for over

a month. Then one day, he said that continuing like this wasn't interesting and that we needed to try something new. He also said that from now on, he wouldn't be gentle with me anymore; he was establishing his authority over me, so I had to do whatever he said from now on, without any room for discussion. Otherwise, he would post the photos online and include my information. Of course, I knew he was just bluffing. I wasn't afraid he would do that, but a stricter approach was better, to avoid unnecessary arguments. Didn't I want to achieve this effect?

After we reached an agreement, the first thing he had me do was modify my desk: there were drawers on both sides under the desk, leaving a spacious area in the middle, which he then modified. First, he installed three clips (screw clips) on the inner side of the back panel, 45 cm from the ground. The top two clips were 5 cm apart, and the bottom two were 3 cm apart. Then he added a short, detachable metal rod. The purpose of these clips was to fix dildos and vibrators to them, so that when I knelt under the desk, they could be inserted into my vagina and anus.

Second, he installed two hanging rings at the junction of the drawers, the desktop, and the inner side of the back panel. This allowed me to lift my legs up when kneeling, so that only my knees touched the ground. He also installed two hanging rings on the bottom sides of the back panel to secure my knees.

Third, install a hanging ring in the center of the junction between the desktop and the back panel, so I can hook my hands behind my back and hang up when I kneel down; fourth, install a hanging ring in the middle of the inner side of the desktop, so I can attach a gag to it to keep my head tilted upwards when I kneel down; fifth, install two clips in the middle of the bottom of the desktop to secure my upper body and maintain balance. I hired an installer to do all this, bought and installed the camera. I took pictures and sent them to him, and he nodded in satisfaction.

However, after installation, I never tried it out. We just chatted, and I waited for his instructions, but there was no response. About ten days later, on a Monday morning, around 7 a.m., my phone beeped with a text message. Half asleep, I opened the message: "Mumu: No bras allowed at work today, only thongs, one vibrator in each anus and vagina, a dress, black stockings, and 12cm heels."

Although I didn't know his intentions, I vaguely felt he might be up to something today. I dressed as he instructed and went to work. On my way to work, I didn't turn on the vibrator and arrived at the office as if nothing had happened. Although I usually dress rather sexily, this was the first time I'd ever worn it without a bra, especially with something inserted.

After parking the car, I subconsciously pulled down my skirt and got out. Several subordinates greeted me warmly. Although my outfit wasn't much different from usual, and their expressions didn't seem unusual, why did I keep feeling like they saw me with something inserted and that I wasn't wearing a bra? My face flushed, and I hurriedly dealt with them, then quickly went to my office and sat down, finally calming down.

About two minutes later, I felt a cool sensation in my genital area. I touched it and realized that my earlier nervousness had caused me to become very aroused; my small thong was completely soaked. I grabbed some tissues, went to the restroom to dry myself, changed my underwear, and returned to my desk.

I opened QQ as usual, did my usual work, and finished my tasks, but I didn't see Mumu's message. At 10 o'clock, the phone rang, asking me to come downstairs to pick up a package. Just after I finished that call, Mumu called, asking if I was going to get the package. He probably had an agreement with the courier company to notify him beforehand when the package arrived. He told me to take off my thong and turn on the vibrator before going to get the package.

Having already felt the same way I do when I go to work in the morning, I wasn't nervous about going out to get things. I naturally reached down, took off my newly changed underwear, put it in my handbag, and went downstairs to get the package. Because inserting the vibrator was a very light and effortless task when we used to play together, I didn't feel much of a difference and returned to the office around 10:20.

He was already online, and his avatar was flashing. I opened it and saw: "Mumu: Now check if everything's alright. If everything's alright, confirm the office is safe. Take off your skirt and video chat with me." I read his message with great excitement. Although the office was safe, I had never been naked in the office before, and there were so many people there, still working. Would doing this cause any problems? I thought about it repeatedly, but I couldn't resist the temptation. Although I wanted to say something to Mumu, my body naturally led me to the door, where I locked it and secured it. Then I took off my skirt and went to the computer, anticipating the contents of the package and Mumu's command.

Now I was only wearing stockings and high heels. I thought to myself, this is true self. In this private space, there's no need to hide anything anymore. I sent a video call request, my hand unconsciously reaching down to my genitals. They were wet, and the moisture from my genitals, stimulated by the cold leather chair, sent a chill down my spine.

He looked at it and laughed, then told me to open the package and see if I liked it. I opened the package, and what was inside really shocked me. A heavy bag contained an AV dildo, two large and unusual-looking electric dildos, two sets of stun guns, a pair of steel nipple clamps, a mesh gag, a small pair of scissors, a screwdriver, three bundles of rope, a roll of tape, a DV camera, a mini-suit, a pair of 16cm lace-up heels, and three pairs of open-crotch pantyhose (white, black, and brown). Seeing all this, I was stunned. I said, "You're really going all out! These things are quite valuable, and there's even a DV camera! What are you planning to do with them?" He smiled and said, "Whatever makes you happy." Let's get started!

I was incredibly excited, eager to use all of these things on myself immediately! First, I cleaned the floor to make sure it was clean. Then, I placed the camera behind the chair on the floor so he could clearly see what I was doing. I pushed the chair back a bit to give him more room to move around. Then, I set up the DV tripod and mounted the camera directly under the chair to record my self-torture process. And then I began.

I sat under the table with two thick cushions, which I would use to support my knees later. He looked at me and gave me instructions. First, he told me to tie ropes to each of the rings, leaving some slack, and to get everything ready. Then he told me to take the vibrating egg out of my vagina and insert it into my anus. Next, he told me to disassemble the two dildos. When I opened them, they were indeed quite unusual. The two dildos were very large, each 4.5 cm in diameter and 20 cm in length. There was a bolt at the bottom, from which two wires extended, one for an electrical plug and the other for a remote control. The entire body of the dildos was covered with large granules, and when I pressed them, I could feel these granules moving. The surface of the granules had a slight metallic sheen, but only in a few scattered places. The head of the dildo was very large, and the body was irregularly shaped and crooked, which gave me a sense of fear. My hands were trembling. They were too heavy and too textured. I was sure what was inside the dildos would shock me even more.

He had me remove the steel rods from the two pre-installed upper and middle clips, then tighten the two dildos onto those clips (screws) to ensure they were secure. Next, he had me disassemble the AV dildo, which was also powered by a plug and was of unusual quality, quite heavy. He had me wrap the AV dildo with tape around the small steel rod at the bottom to ensure it wouldn't slip. Then he had me test the position of the two dildos and the AV dildo, making sure that while the dildo was fully swallowed, it was positioned perfectly on the clitoris. He then put condoms on the dildos, applied lubricant, and had me sit down to rest.

He said, "So, are you excited about this setup? I went to great lengths to get these things, especially these two dildos, so you must completely obey me to repay me!"

Indeed, the two dildos were top-notch in both workmanship and quality. Moreover, this was the first time I'd ever seen a power-operated dildo; it was a dildo that never stopped working unless there was a power outage. The thought of that made me a little scared.

After resting for a while, he had me attach a small pair of scissors to the ring in the middle above the back panel. This was my only way to escape. He told me to make sure it was secure and to adjust the length and height of the rope. Then, I had to tie a slipknot on the same ring to bind my hands.

Okay, now it was time to begin. He had me stand outside and stretch my body, then tidy up my stockings and put my hair up. After I was ready, he had me put on a gag and nipple clamps. These nipple clamps were made of steel and came with a small screwdriver. That meant I had to use the screwdriver to tighten them. Once tightened, they absolutely couldn't be removed without the screwdriver. I adjusted the tension to make sure they wouldn't fall off before continuing.

Next came the foot binding. My legs were folded and separated, with my thighs and calves overlapping. Before binding them, he told me to take two short sections of rope, wrap them around my knees twice, and leave a small end. I knew what this was for. Then I folded my thighs and calves and bound them four times. After that, I wrapped the rope around the middle of the loop and bound it twice more to tighten the loop. This was to make the binding as tight as possible. Then, there was still a piece of rope left. He told me to tie the heel of my high heels to the loop and tighten it as well. At this point, I understood why he had told me to wear 12cm high heels that morning. Binding my feet like this made them very straight, with beautiful lines, and I couldn't stand up.

After tying my feet up, I crawled on my hands and knees to get the power strip and plugged in the three items. Then I backed up under the table. As I retreated, I slowly came into contact with the three items. After adjusting the angle, I continued to retreat slowly. By this time, my vagina was very wet, and my inner thighs felt sticky and slippery. Soon, the dildo entered my vagina, and the dildo on top, aided by the lubricant, entered my anus.

As I retreated, the dildo was inserted deeper and deeper into my vagina, and the two vibrating eggs in my anus were pushed deeper and deeper. Finally, after my toes touched the back of the table, I felt the vibrator pressing against my clitoris.

At this point, I stopped, adjusted the pads to make my knees comfortable, and then secured the ends of the ropes to both sides of my knees. To secure the ropes, I had to spread my legs a little wider. Although it wasn't much, and it was easy to stand normally, it was quite difficult to do this with my legs bent backward and things inserted into my lower body.

I thought for a moment, then used my head to support my body, and used both hands to forcefully spread my legs apart, finally securing my knees. I figured he on the other end of the camera would be happy to have such a clever submissive like me. I looked up at the camera and smiled slightly, and sure enough, I heard his laughter. Then I tightened the rope ends on the two loops at the back of the top of the gag, as well as the ropes binding my thighs, calves, and heels, so my feet couldn't move anymore, meaning my genitals would never leave those three things again.

Then I fastened the leather strap on top of the gag and the loop on top of my head, so my head was now facing the camera and DV. I then wrapped the ropes used to secure my body around my chest four or five times, tested it with my hands, and it worked perfectly, supporting my weight. Now only the last step remained: tying my hands behind my back. Then I went to turn on the power.

He spoke and told me to turn on the AV dildo first. As soon as I turned it on, the powerful vibration stimulated my clitoris, instantly intensifying the pleasure. At this moment, he noticed my sensation and told me to quickly put my left hand inside the rope loop and use my right hand to turn on the other two switches. There were three buttons on the remote control; he told me to press the first one first, then the third one three times. After I did as he said, the penis didn't move. At this moment, I put my right hand inside and pulled hard, tightening the rope loop. I breathed a sigh of relief, finally completing this self-bondage.

I enjoyed the stimulation of the AV dildo, but I wondered why the dildo wasn't moving. Wasn't everything already set up? Minutes passed, and eight minutes went by. The intense stimulation of the AV dildo quickly brought me to my first orgasm. I felt saliva dripping continuously, and I believe it had already accumulated under my chin. I also felt vaginal fluid flowing continuously, and I could clearly feel that the heel of my stockings was already soaked with vaginal fluid.

My legs were weak, my jaw was aching, and my hands were aching. Just as I was relaxing, an unusual vibration came from my vagina and anus. It was so intense, it felt like my whole stomach was being turned inside out, especially since there were already two hardworking little guys in my anus. The stimulation from the big one was too intense.

In less than 5 minutes, my second orgasm followed. The dildo continued to vibrate for about 10 minutes before it started to rotate. At this point, the large bumps on the dildo exerted tremendous power, stimulating my rectum and vaginal walls in circles. This rotation was high-speed and high-intensity. I had never experienced this kind of stimulation before. It was too powerful. The pleasure in my lower body was beyond normal, and I couldn't take it anymore. I started to twist my body and legs, but it was all in vain. My legs were already numb. Even without the restraints, I probably wouldn't be able to move, let alone with them so tightly bound. And so, the two dildos rotated back and forth, and the vibrator tirelessly massaged me, yet my third orgasm lasted less than five minutes.

My mind went blank; everything was so comfortable, so pleasurable. My inner thighs were completely soaked. Although I couldn't ejaculate, I was sure the amount of fluid I'd produced could fill a teacup. I opened my eyes and looked at the camera, hoping it would say something. But the answer I received was: "Don't look at me, hold on for an hour!"

Even though 30 minutes had passed, only 30 minutes left, I thought maybe it wouldn't be too difficult.

But I was wrong. After two 10-minute cycles of vibration and rotation, the dildos went into random mode and developed a new function: extension and retraction. Perhaps that's why there's a bolt at the bottom.

The two dildos were completely erratic, sometimes spinning, sometimes vibrating, and constantly moving. The depth of insertion was also random. The two dildos were like martial arts contests, competing to see who could spin faster and penetrate deeper, both so earnest and energetic. Yet, they were also like well-coordinated warriors, working together to bring me to orgasm repeatedly.

Thirty minutes slowly passed. During those 30 minutes, my longest interval between orgasms was seven minutes, with an average of about five minutes. That means in one hour, I had orgasmed nine times…

As time was running out, he spoke: “Feels good, doesn’t it? Do you know what you look like right now? You are the happiest woman in the world! But you are also the most lewd woman in the world! The most despicable woman! Alright, use your own strength to untie yourself!”

Upon hearing this, I frantically grabbed the scissors and quickly cut the ropes binding my hands. As soon as my hands were free, I immediately deactivated the three demons. I collapsed, resting for about three minutes before starting to untie the other restraints and equipment. When I removed the gag, my saliva poured out again. Looking down, I saw a large, messy puddle of saliva on the floor, with white foam floating on top. My inner thighs were completely soaked, with white stains, and the mat beneath my knees had changed color.

I slowly crawled forward, and the moment the two large objects emerged from my body, I climaxed again, a torrent of white fluid flowing from my vagina, running down my thighs and onto the mat. I didn't move again, ignoring the saliva and other filth on the floor. I lay motionless, panting heavily.

After resting for about 10 minutes, I removed all the ropes and was completely free. I sat back down in my chair. The computer screen displayed this message: "Little slut, I've recorded all your actions. I have your address too. From now on, you're mine. If you ever disobey, this office might become your public office! Get yourself together quickly, sit naked in this chair, and wait for me..." I was

a little surprised to see him say this, because I didn't remember him as that kind of person. But I wasn't afraid, because I was willing to listen to him anyway. He was already my best playmate, my good S, and I trusted his character; I didn't believe he would do anything to threaten my safety. So I didn't think much of it.

I checked the time; it was already 12:30. The entire office building was empty. I put on my dress, went out to get a mop, filled a basin with water, and returned to my office. I first wiped away the drool, then took out the pad and dried myself with tissues. After cleaning up the mess, I needed to clean myself up. I took off my filthy stockings, put some hot water in the water dispenser, and dried myself with a towel.

After tidying everything up, I went out wearing only a dress to put the mop and other things back in their place. I quickly ate something at a restaurant, and when I got back to my office, I closed the door. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness washed over me. I quickly took off my dress, lay naked on the chair, and fell asleep...

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