Dripping in a boastful lust her eyes can't stop twitching,
She shelters her emotions for the sake of her job,
The Editor,
Her boss a Dominatrix who was writing a book on her life story,
Basically, it is a book that is planned to out all of Congress for diminishing her character in the BDSM community,
Mistress storms around pacing back and forth pointing her ruler from board to board,
Maps and pictures and fetishes all in order,
The Editor shifts around her glasses and dark hair,
Her nervousness turns into excitement,
Her excitement takes over her hormones,
Her mouth began to water,
Turned on by her latex shoes, tight curled hair,
Her small waist and wide hips,
Mean and bossy demanding her womanly rights,
Even though she was not a part of her games she was still informed to refer to her boss as Mistress,
This first gig editing for a Dominatrix that she found attractive,
They were on a no-name basis for security purposes in case the news got out sooner than planned,
With all the table slamming, papers flying all over the room and cans of Pepsi lying around they were still not getting anywhere,
Hours and hours had gone bye and The Editor sits and is drawing a picture of Mistress naked instead of taking her notes,
Mistress yells, Are you even listening?!
As She storms towards her in rage Mistress rips the clipboard out of her hand to see what she was working on,
She slams the board on the ground and yells, So you think this is a game?!
This is my life?!
The Editor whimpers and falls to her knees and apologizes repeatedly,
I am sorry Mistress,
Mistress forces her face to the ground with her hells and says,
Well see how sorry you really are,
Mistress heads over to the table to grab the thickest ruler she can,
Her punishment for wasting her time would be a spanking with no safe word,
Face sitting, hair pulling and whipping until she begged good enough for Mistresses approval,
In an instant, a bullet flies through the window and takes out Mistress before she can even turn around,
The Editor looks up shaking and in fear,
She runs for the door and begins to yell for help,
Did the Editor have anything to do with the murder of Mistress Bionca?
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