The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

Emitter

Saturday September 26, 2015

Linda continued to rub her clit as Johnny sat by the pool watching.  She was desperate to cum but it wouldn’t crest no matter how much she rubbed.

She looked over at Johnny, desperate, wanton, needy and he just smiled.  She knew she wouldn’t find release without him but he had be very specific about what she was to do and so she continued.

A memory flashed across her mind of Johnny sitting in her office for his yearly review.  She’d laid in to him pretty hard about how he was under performing and if he didn’t shape up she’d have to fire him.

She’d looked down her nose at him then, his head downcast as he tried to apologize and convince her he’d turn over a new leaf.

Now, as he looked down his nose at her, she couldn’t believe the change in him.  Gone was the meek underling, replaced with the confident top dog she looked up at.

Within weeks of the review, Johnny could do no wrong, everything he did turned out perfectly as far as she was concerned.  Each time she meet with him she felt an electric current in the air.

By the time he’d told her he was going to pick her up for dinner that night, she went along, knowing it would turn out perfectly just like everything else.

When he told her she was going to be a great girlfriend for him, that was perfect as well.

Work out at the gym more?  Perfect.

Wear sluttier clothes?  Perfect.

Heavier makeup?  Perfect.

Get big fake tits?  Perfect.

Peirce her nipples?  Perfect.

Be his obedient sex doll?  Perfect.

She rubbed harder but it still wouldn’t come.

“Ok, Lindoll, now that your all warmed up, come on over here and let’s see my perfect sex doll in action.”

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