Boss Lady Pt. 03

"That's a good boy!" Ms Jenna said, cheering me on.

"Sit back for a second, Tim." Mistress instructed. I rested back onto my heels.

As I did so, Mistress grasped her ass cheeks in her hands and spread them apart. There, before me, the very symbol of Female Power exhibited itself to my worshipful eyes. The regal beauty of Ms Jenna's anus overwhelmed me. I knelt there, humbled.

"This should make your job a bit easier, Tim. But before you get back to, shall we say, painting your nose, take a good look."

Ms Jenna's asshole was a sweet pinkish brown. A light brown corona framed it from above and beside, feathering off to tapered points above. I fell entirely under its radiant spell. This was where my nose and tongue belonged.

All right, Timmy. Get back in there and show me you mean business!" Mistress said with glee in her voice.

With the greater access, I dove back into my happy task. As I worked, I could tell that I was accumulating something on my nose. I hoped Mistress would be pleased with the results!

"Okay, Tim. Sit back, and let's take a look at what you've done, shall we?"

Again, I sat back on my heels. Mistress rose from her kneeling position, turned, and sat on the chair facing me. I felt myself blush as she scrutinized me.

"Come here." she instructed. I rose back onto my knees and inched forward.

"Excellent, Tim! Now that is a brown nose! Ha! Aren't you a sight!" Ms Jenna said, then laughed.

"Come and look, Tim!" Mistress said, laughing freely now. She led me to the mirror above her dressing table. We stood side by side before the mirror. There I was. As Ms Jenna happily watched our reflection, I took in the spectacle. A man who had once held sway as an analyst with Archer Associates, someone once celebrated for his business perspicacity, stood beside the woman who had broken his spirit, had whipped and humiliated him. He stood there with that woman's shit on his nose. What was he now? Someone who, given the chance, would beg for more of the same!

'You love it, Tim.' I told himself, and simply yearned to feel Ms Jenna's ass cheeks warm against his face once more.

"It's the new you, Timmy! I think it suits you well, you little asslicker!" Mistress enthused.

"May I..." I began.

"What, little boy? May you what? Oh! Do you mean you'd like to get to know my anus a bit better? it is a nice anus, isn't it? Isn't it just the cutest thing?" Mistress said coquettishly.

"It's beautiful, Ma'am." I said with deepest sincerity.

"But you haven't yet cleaned it, have you?" she inquired.

"May I..."

"Yes, you may. Yes you must, in fact!"

Mistress returned to her former position, bending forward to expose the exquisite orifice. Again, I felt humbled, even weakened, at the sight of it. Here was where I could serve Mistress best. It was where my ardor and, indeed, my talent, lay.

"Come forward." Mistress ordered. " Make it nice and clean, won't you little Timmy?"

I drew close and brought my lips down to meet the darkened pucker. The surface was very warm and slightly tacky. I kissed it. The smell heightened my lust and, as I kissed more, I found myself whimpering like a little lost dog. I was so happy! Here was a strong woman who had shown me my place. How good to know one's place, regardless how low and insignificant!

"Well, sounds like we have a happy doggie!" Ms Jenna said. "He likes the way my asshole smells, doesn't he?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I replied, and continued my joyful sounds. I ventured my tongue-tip into the hole. It tightened down on me, and I responded with loving flicks of my tongue. Mistress seemed pleased, moaning pleasurably.

"Good boy, Tim. Get into all the grooves and clean well. You'll be doing this on a regular basis - once when I awake in the morning, and again when I return from work. Oh! Good job!" she said as I plunged further in. I could feel tiny particles coming free from the places I was probing, and these I swallowed dutifully. I was pleased to help in this regard since paper can't quite reach to all the areas an eager tongue can. And I felt proud that Ms Jenna would go to work each day with a clean anus. I looked forward to being at work and seeing Mistress walk by so that I could say to myself: 'I was on my knees this morning licking the inside of this beautiful woman's asshole.'

At one point, I withdrew my tongue and, as Mistress held her cheeks apart, I proceeded to lick across the surface of the hole with broad tongue strokes. It was the finishing touch on what I hoped was a satisfactory job done. After blow-drying Mistress and giving the sphincter a final kiss, i sat back and awaited her orders.

Mistress stood and approached me. Now i was face to face with her pussy. It exuded warmth and an odor of sexual excitement. She allowed the pubic hairs to graze my nose, which still bore the signs of my exertions. Emotion rose up in me as Mistress stroked my cheek and continued to nuzzle my nose with her cunt.

"That's my boy, Tim. You are my boy, aren't you, Timmy? Such a good little fella. I think I'll keep you for awhile."

Hearing these words, I fell prostrate on the floor before her, and with my arms around her ankles, I reverently covered her feet in kisses. With Mistress's help, I had found my true self: a whimpering, asslicking, whipped dog at the feet of a woman who knows how!

Thank you, Ma'am!

End