Good Femdom Help Is So Hard To Find
It had been a long and aggravating day and Diana was in a mood. First, she’d gotten a flat tire on her way in to work, causing her to get a grease stain on her favorite skirt and making her late for an important meeting.
At lunch she had rushed home to change skirts and found her houseboy, Phillip, sitting outside by the pool, talking on the phone and sunning himself as if he didn’t have a care in the world. The living room and kitchen were still in complete disarray from the entertaining she had done the night before and it didn’t look like he’d bothered to start cleaning any of it up yet. She hadn’t said anything to him. She was in too much of a hurry to change and get back to work. There would be hell to pay tonight if things weren’t cleaned up to her satisfaction by the time she got home. She wasn’t paying him to sit around and bullsh!t.
Things hadn’t gotten any better through her afternoon at work. Two clients called to bitch at her about how unhappy they were in how their accounts were being dealt with. She’d sweet talked and cajoled them both in that special way she had, but inwardly she just wanted to tell them to shut up with their baby whining and let the adult professionals do their jobs. That was the worst part of her job, taking crap from whiny people who didn’t know half as much as they thought they did. By the time she could grab her keys and purse and head to the basement lot to her car, Diana was ready to strangle the next person that got in her way.
She toyed with the idea of heading over to a new bar she’d noticed recently. She’d never been there before, making it the perfect place to scope out for a new man she could take her frustrations out on. Dominating and humiliating some bottom feeder was exactly what she needed right now. She needed to sit on someone’s face and bury it in her ass, making him lick her until she screamed. She needed ass worship, and she needed it now! But picking up a stranger meant getting a hotel room first and as much as she needed a good ballbusting session, she also needed all the comforts of home. “Besides,” she reminded herself, “you need to see if that no-account Phillip got his work done.” That thought alone prompted her to start the car and hurry home.
to be Continued....
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