Strictly Speaking – With Mistress Karen

Sorry it took me so long to finish my Halloween story. Anyway, at the office Halloween party, it seems that my “mistress of the ranch” costume was quite the hit. For some strange reason, the women in particular were very interested in my thick leather collar. One woman actually said it was “so cute”. I don’t know about “cute” but I do know one thing, when you strap a thick piece of leather around your neck with a heavy metal buckle, wear a classy skirt and riding boots, the room is yours.

About an hour into the party, and after a couple drinks, a guy from marketing was flirting with me and seemed to have all kinds of interest in my dressage whip. I wanted to fuck with him. In kind of a game, I ordered him to get down on his knees and unlace my left riding boot. Of course, I urged him playfully with the whip. And this was in plain view of everyone. People were laughing it off as funny halloween play, but some folks got uncomfortable when they saw how serious and dominant I was… kind of like… “Is she being serious?” The squeamish ones drifted to other parts, as if they felt too voyeuristic for this funny Halloween play. There he was, kneeling down and unlacing my right boot. The vibe in the room was getting really sexual and almost everyone left that area except for another couple that tried to ignore the innocent unlacing activity.

Once he had the lace completely off, I whispered a command into his ear. I told him to go in the bath room and tie that lace tightly around his cock and balls. He quickly disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later he returned and his trousers seemed to have a very large bump in them… which he tried to cover with his baseball jersey (he was a ball player for Halloween). Again whispering in his ear, I told him to go out and buy me another shoe lace within a half an hour or I would tell everyone about about our little game. And he was off.

Exactly 24 minutes later (and I have no idea how he did it so fast) he returned with the exact same brand new replacement boot lace. Of course, he still had that strange bump in the middle of his pants. I was pleased. By that time, a couple of girls had wandered over to chit chat with me since I was sitting their all alone with an unlaced boot. I told the girls, “I own this guy.” They kind of smirked in confusion. “Watch.” I said. Then I gave the guy a swat with my dressage whip and commanded him to lace up my boot. The girls were impressed when he jumped right down on his knees to do it. The blond joked “Maybe we should all carry whips for getting men to do what we want.” As they were chuckling and the guy was finishing the lacing, I forcefully grabbed the his chin and pulled his head in close, where I strictly whispered… “Every single time we are at a company gathering, your cock and balls better be tied tightly with that shoe lace. Do you understand?” He nodded. The girls watched in quizzical disbelief as the guy turned white and nodded in agreement to my command. “Get out of here. Can’t you see I’m visiting with these nice young ladies?” The guy shamefully disappeared. The girls were like… “What the fuck was going on there?!”

The brunette said “Wasn’t that the V.P. of marketing? He can probably get you fired.” “Yeah” I said. “I own that guy.” The girls looked at each other and their expression made it clear that they knew there was something sexual between me and the V.P.” But then again, all he did was buy me a boot lace.