Dear Shoeblossom,
Perhaps you can tell me if my obsession with a cruel young subordinate is out of order.
Thanks,
Dr. Marin BellamyMen called her Croissant because she was "delectable" and her friends called her that because she was a little flaky, but complex a girl as she was, Croy had a lot of fun in life.
Getting her to pay attention to me took a lot of dedication. Fortunately, she was bi-curious, and loved my massages and the fact that I had disposable income to spend on her.
And, strawberry blonde that she was, Croy loved being worshipped!
Making me kneel in front of her as she fingered her big boobs. "You like these, Marin?"
"Y-yes, Croy. You have beautiful tits."
I'm a thoracic surgeon at Bon Secours, a major hospital here in Baltimore. Croy is an X-ray technician, and not a very good one.
But damn, she's hot.
Rolling down her tube top to show her full breasts, Croy casually took some massage oil and began rubbing her nipples.
She knows I want to rub them, I want to rub all of her, but heartbreaker that she is, that's probably not going to happen.
When I move slightly from my kneeling position she holds up a red tipped finger. "No, no, you old dyke. Let's stay where you are."
"P-please, Croy--" I try not to cry. She could be so cruel!
But watching Croissant playing with a strawberry blonde curl, running her long pink tongue through her full lips, just peeking...
And the other hand repeatedly flicking her nipple just makes this old girl crazy.
Her ice blue eyes watching me carefully, like a hypnotizing cobra, Croissant let go of her tit. "Rub your clit a little, Marin. But not too fast."
Touching my slit is delicious torture. And I don't get to focus on it much when Croy and I are together. Mostly it's lick, lick, lick on her own delicious mound.
Of course if one of the men calls, she drops me like a hot potato.
When Croissant discovered I had spanking fantasies, she found an old wicker carpet beater of her mother's, and tied me over the couch arm rest naked and showed what a fabulous tennis arm she really had!
I remember after she untied me, I was staggering around her living room, naked, scarred and weeping, and I just couldn't wait to go home and frig my yum-yum.
I feel so embarrassed that I diddle myself like a teenager. I'm forty-seven!
But it is especially humiliating when Croy asks me to do it right in front of her, you know?
She's done worse stuff.
Once, I thought we were going to co-host a nice barbecue, and she ended up humiliating me in front of our friends by ordering me to strip down and go around on all fours begging for table scraps, and licking out a dog bowl.
I had to service friends of both sexes until my jaws were numb, and then she tied me to a post in the rain while everyone else went in to have a glass of wine.
But even then, the most embarrassing part was when we were alone, and Croissant casually gave me permission to play my fingers around my labia, dwelling intensely on my afternoon's humiliation.
There's something about worshipping a goddess like Croy that makes me SEARCH for ways to serve her in public, and incite her to further subjugate me.
And it's so humiliating to touch myself.
Now I rub my clitoris and Croissant snickers at me.
