Your office is a place for work not for kinky, wonton acts of lust and desire.

The signal comes and I know immediately I must go to you.  There is no stopping to collect $200…there are no thoughts in mind…it is only you and pleasing your every need.  I feel like I am floating to you because I am so happy.

Of course when I arrive, nobody is the wiser, not the security guards, your secretary or colleagues.  I am dressed professionally, slotted for a 2hr “war room” meeting that as you put it to your secretary,  “should be distraction-free.”  The day is winding down and with no meetings on the books, it shouldn’t be an issue.

Once your office door is closed.   It is just me and you.  You stare at me intently and provocatively.  I crawl to you, still in my dress.  My head in your lap, you lift the hem of the dress up to reveal my bare bottom, dually plugged.  My pussy with a vibrator and my ass with a plug.  I can feel the warmth resonate in your voice as you say, “good girl, I can see you listened to your Master.”

What happens next is a blur.  I have said I fantasize in technicolor but this is like a rainbow.

The rest is up to you.  I have my fantasy. What is yours?

Happy Friday.  Kinky thoughts to you.  See you Monday.

music mood:  Lana Del Rey – “Lolita”

yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx