Bi-Sexual Female / 27
My Boss Has Me Right Where He Wants Me And I Cannot Escape
Trapped in a relationship and I can't escape. Sound familiar? The more I talk to people the more I realize I'm not the only one. In my case, a simple case of boss obsession. He is obsessed with me, and as far as he is concerned I am the ONE. He uses me, for sex, to run personal errands, to listen to his complaints. I've been to his place to finish the laundry and to clean up the kitchen. He sees one thing. WOMAN. And that's what I'm good for, and that's that.
It started like this.
I was out with him for lunch, happens all the time. Usually we got to this place in the mall. It's quick and the food's good and relatively cheap. He was behind me and he said he hadn't ever seen me in a dress. He tapped my behind. I jumped and turned, how dare you? But all I did was go back to standing in line. He moved close to me, and this time he ran his hand all over my behind, how about it? Let me buy you a dress, I want to see your legs when you sit down.
After lunch we went upstairs to Macy's but didn't find anything I liked. We went to Nordstrom's and he found a dress he liked, 350 bucks. Try it on, let me see you in a dress. This time walking me to the dressing room he put his arm around my shoulder, I want you to be a woman for me. He sat in the chair and had me model for him, to twirl and let the dress flow. He bought me a pair of heels to go with the dress, and a handbag. Now I was all dressed up with nowhere to go. I'll take you dancing, don't wear panties, and clean up your crotch.
We went to this dance club that was all the rage. He sat in a chair and I danced for him, when I came up to him he ran his hand up my naked leg and to feel my butt. A girl was also there and she walked over and asked me to dance. I didn't know it was a place where lesbian girls congregated at night. We danced, and she was surprised that I was going commando. I told her it was for him, he likes that stuff. During the dance she put her arms around my neck and pulled me tight. Let's go make out, tell him we are going to the bathroom. I made out with that girl, and she took the opportunity to feel me up. Does he know you like girls? NO.
She left me unsatisfied, horny as heck. When we got back to my apartment, I tossed my handbag and shoes and layed back on the bed, with my dress up over my face. Just fuck me, and get it over with.
And that pretty much is how I ended up in this long term relationship with him from which I can't escape.
It started like this.
I was out with him for lunch, happens all the time. Usually we got to this place in the mall. It's quick and the food's good and relatively cheap. He was behind me and he said he hadn't ever seen me in a dress. He tapped my behind. I jumped and turned, how dare you? But all I did was go back to standing in line. He moved close to me, and this time he ran his hand all over my behind, how about it? Let me buy you a dress, I want to see your legs when you sit down.
After lunch we went upstairs to Macy's but didn't find anything I liked. We went to Nordstrom's and he found a dress he liked, 350 bucks. Try it on, let me see you in a dress. This time walking me to the dressing room he put his arm around my shoulder, I want you to be a woman for me. He sat in the chair and had me model for him, to twirl and let the dress flow. He bought me a pair of heels to go with the dress, and a handbag. Now I was all dressed up with nowhere to go. I'll take you dancing, don't wear panties, and clean up your crotch.
We went to this dance club that was all the rage. He sat in a chair and I danced for him, when I came up to him he ran his hand up my naked leg and to feel my butt. A girl was also there and she walked over and asked me to dance. I didn't know it was a place where lesbian girls congregated at night. We danced, and she was surprised that I was going commando. I told her it was for him, he likes that stuff. During the dance she put her arms around my neck and pulled me tight. Let's go make out, tell him we are going to the bathroom. I made out with that girl, and she took the opportunity to feel me up. Does he know you like girls? NO.
She left me unsatisfied, horny as heck. When we got back to my apartment, I tossed my handbag and shoes and layed back on the bed, with my dress up over my face. Just fuck me, and get it over with.
And that pretty much is how I ended up in this long term relationship with him from which I can't escape.
