Hit Diffrent

Rules

Honey POV

Sometimes it amazes me what men will pay you do. Some just want to talk, and others just want a quickie. But my biggest client Mr.Hernandez pays me to beat him. He likes getting whipped and talked to like a slave. And how I been feeling lately I am enjoying his session a little more than usual.

Today I had him bent over his desk. He likes to have his sessions at his job because this is the place he is forced to be in charge or dominant. So it turns him on to be dominated here.

"You know something... you're a worthless piece of shit." I insult him and then swat him with the whip. He squirmed And I hit him again.

"What are you worth? Tell me!" I yelled spanking him and he jumped.

"I'm worth nothing Mistress." I smile and whip him again. I sat down in his desk chair.

"Now get on your knees and lick the bottom of my shoes." I commanded him. He eagerly got on his knees and crawled to me. He then began licking the bottom of my shoes. A lot of people feel like being a dominatrix is about punishment but it also is about pleasure and rewards. The person finds pleasure in pain and humiliation. Based on how open they are to the experiences I create for them shows if they get a reward.

"Good job slave. I'm gonna reward you. Stand up and bend over. " He stood and bended on the desk. I reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the huge dildo he liked for me to use on him. It had to be 12 inches long and super thick. I prepped it and I slowly slipped it in. He moaned like a straight bitch and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. My phone starts ringing and I pick it up while jamming the toy into him deeply. I usually ignore calls while working but I see that Mrs. Carter was calling.

"Hello? Make it quick I'm with a client." I answer starting to thrust harder and harder.

"What do you mean you're with a client. Was I or the contract not clear?" She asked and I furrowed my eyebrows and stood up.

"Hold on a second. Stay exactly where I put you." I tell my client and walk out side his office.

"What do you mean bout being clear?" I ask her and she blew out an annoyed breath in my ear.

"You cannot take clients while you work for me. We cannot risk our image or your growing one. You should have more than enough money to live without doing this." She said informing me for the first time. The fact that I skimmed the contract was obvious now.

"So either you stop or you're fired." She said like she had all the power in the world over me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Fine! Is that all you called me for? To throw your weight around cause you already done that." I say aggravated. I could tell this bitch loved telling me what to do because she ain't got no control in real life!

"No I called to tell you there is a stylist on the way to your apartment. You and Marquis are going on a date tonight. I have called the paparazzi. They will be outside and inside the restaurant so be on point at all times." She spoke with excitement in her voice. I can't lie this bitch had some good ideas.

"Anything else?" I ask peeking back in the office at my client. He was still bent over like I told him to . But keeping him waiting can make him not want to pay for my services.