This is the first in a series I've always wanted to write as I'm not only a student of STEM but a bitch boy who likes to get his ass railed with a strapon.
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My internship at Xenocorp labs had been a real mixed bag ever since I started a year ago. While the experience of working in the lab always intrigued me and I was glad that intrigue was becoming reality, it also had it's low points
My boss repeatedly told me to my face how clumsy I was and how many errors I made particularly when it came to results and the number of times she threatened me with the sack was unnerving. It spiked my anxiety to the point that even holding a beaker terrified me. I could break it after all and I did multiple times. But what did she expect when she brought a 19 year old to work in her lab. Certainly not composure.
Dr Emma Gates was only 25 years old and yet she had gone so far in her work and achievements. She had a PHd at 21, started her own independent lab and made 7 figures in dollars every year. Yet, she always lacked a romantic life.
Far be it from me to care about my employer's personal life; even though frankly I wanted her to marry me everytime I saw her but she never spoke about her partners, received any gifts or went on any dates.
I had to do further research to confirm it. She was tall at 6"2, extremely fit and even muscular with amazing skin with a huge ass and double D tits to match. Sometimes when the Bunsen burner was on, she was still the hottest person in the lab. As a smaller guy who always believed in female supremacy, I dreamed of having her walk over me and control me, punishing me sexually rather than verbally every time I made an error.
Indeed I desired to know her more and today I was going to do that.
After we finished an experiment where we used dyes to check for microorganisms, I washed my hands and walked up to her. This was by far my best work with her and she commended me on my calmness and hard work over the course of the experiment.
Before we began the experiment, I cleaned the lab and put it in the right conditions before she arrived and bought her a drink before we began the work. No better time to strike than now.
"Hello, Doctor. I've been wanting to ask a few questions," I said, feigning confidence. She grinned. I had always been incredibly timid around her out of fear of messing up my words.
"Please." She smirked. "Only call my doctor when working. If not, then I'm Emma."
Did she give me the right to call her by her name? I beamed. This was already going to plan.
"I barely know anything about you beyond work. I mean, I don't know if I have the permission to ask about your personal life but I'd really like to know what you're like when you're not working."
She took off her glasses and rubbed her face, pushing her hair back. "Well, I never thought you would be interested. I have no problem sharing little things about my life with you. Though I have a feeling you might find it boring."
"Boring?" I snorted, I couldn't help myself. She responded with amazement in her face. "Emma, you are hot. You are really hot. You're beautiful. You got nice tits--"
The moment I said 'tits' I should've stopped and apologized but my impulsive brain never knows when to shut up.
"I mean you're basically an Amazon, except you're smart and hot and your ass is just... uhhh." I groaned and she burst out laughing.
"Well Kevin, that is very interesting to know that you have that... feeling towards me. What exactly would you like to know?"
She wasn't scolding me? Asking me to get out? I literally just sexualized her. My mind couldn't believe it but I went along as usual.
"Well, first things first, are you single?"
"Oooh. Going that far into my personal life so quickly, are you?" She asked with a devilish smile. Just as I was about to chicken out, she answered. "Yes, Kevin. I am single. Frankly the men and women in the dating pool aren't exactly the ones that appeal to me. Particularly the men."
Weirdly enough, her explosive confession of being bisexual was far from the thing that piqued my interest.
"What kind of men exactly?" I leaned it closer, putting on my most stereotypical playboy smile.
"Men who are ready to be below a woman. The kind of men who have no problem serving. That recognize that as a woman I am superior to them and will do everything for them if they please me."
No woman ever made a statement that made me as horny as that one just did. At that moment, I wanted to get on my knees and worship her feet for as long as the wanted me to while she showers me with praises.
"Do you know any man that fits the description?" She asked, leaning closer to me, more seductively than I ever could. A sweat bead trickled down my face. "Do you?"
"Well um. I. Uh." I choked and I choked hard. She leaned back and let out a giggle. Don't worry.
"Don't worry. I'll give you a chance to know me."
I erupted with joy in my heart. At last, it was going to be more than just an employer and employee connection. I was going to know more about Dr. Gates. I imagined all I could learn while blushing hopelessly in front of her. The guy she desired was me, I would happily fall on my knees for her to step over me.
"In fact," she continued. "Since I'm supposed to be assessing your log book soon. Why not tonight?"
"Tonight?"
She nodded. "After work, you can come have dinner and come home with me. We'll do a thorough assessment. As it is, the day is already done."
"Like this? Shouldn't I change to something better? After all I have to look very presentable to you."
She crossed her legs, stroking her chin. "I agree. Go home now and meet me by 7pm. I'll text you the restaurant. Come with your log book and your best dressed self."
I nodded and after packing up, I hurried out, imagining what lay ahead of me tonight
***
We had dinner at a Chinese restaurant and after asking me to order to my satisfaction, she footed the bill. She came dressed in a tightly fit blue dinner gown and her purse in her hand.
"I hope you brought your log book," she said and I brought it out from the pocket of my waistcoat and handed it to her. "Good, come with me. Let's go home. Your assessment awaits."
I eagerly walked behind her, jittery with every step. She was bringing me home with her. There was no way it wasn't going to end with us having sex. My mind was having a party. I entered her car and in a few minutes we were home. She asked me to make myself comfortable, something which I had no issue with, brought me water and permitted me to change my clothes.
"Now, Kevin. I forgot to mention something but it's something you should know before we begin."
"What's that?" I asked, sipping from my glass of water which had a clear stinging taste, I spat it out on the floor. She shook her head. "This isn't pure water?"
She tutted and tapped her feet on the floor. "You've made a mess in my house, that won't go unpunished."
My head started to go dizzy and my vision blurry. "What was in that water? What did you want me to know?"
She drew closer to me. "This assessment is going to be very unorthodox and also... sleep tight." With a tap of my head, it was lights out for me
***
I woke up standing with my arms and legs in pain. I looked around and screamed at the horror. My whole body was completely naked as I was chained and spread while standing.
"Where am I?" I yelled. The room was barely lit and incredibly spacious. I struggled and screamed to break myself free of the chain but it was to no avail. Out of nowhere, I screamed from gruesome pain on my back.
