Femdom Vengeance in the Office: Breaking the Boss

A friend of mine shared your post on FetLife requesting stories about Femdom Punishment. I am reaching out to share an experience that I believe aligns with your theme. During my younger years, I had a job where the boss was not only a terrible leader, but also a chronic sexual harasser. He treated female employees, including myself, in a despicable manner that went unchecked for far too long. When one of my coworkers quit after being coerced into performing oral sex on him during a late night at the office, the rest of us devised a plan to teach him a lesson.

It was common knowledge that his devoutly religious wife held control over the family fortune. Despite his success at hiding his extramarital affairs from her, we knew it left him vulnerable to a well-placed threat. So, I hatched a plan and positioned myself to be alone with him during a latenight at the office. With just the right amount of flirting, I had his full attention and before long, we were both naked and he was fucking me on top of his desk. But little did he know, we weren’t truly alone – we had enlisted the help of one of the female security guards in the building. She had been mistreated by him in the past and willingly assisted us in setting up hidden cameras in his office before our steamy encounter.

The knowledge that my coworkers were watching us only fueled my intense desire. His body was far from repulsive, in fact his hard cock felt quite pleasant as it relentlessly pounded into my throbbing pussy. And when he finally reached his climax and pulled out, I couldn’t contain my laughter. He looked bewildered, but as I quickly pulled up my pants and dressed myself, my cohorts arrived on the scene. In a matter of moments, he was faced with the damning evidence from the cameras, realizing he was utterly screwed.

We explained to him that he would have to submit to us, entirely, if he didn’t want us sharing his porn video with his wife. What began as a way to correct the injustices in our workplace quickly escalated into something much more personal and satisfying. We used our newfound power to not only improve our work environment but to also break him down completely.

Every night, the four of us stayed late in the office, driven by our insatiable thirst for revenge. Our boss, once a powerful and feared figure, was now at our mercy. We took turns inflicting pain on his naked body, using whips and ropes to make him submit. In the beginning, we took care to avoid leaving any visible marks that could be seen by his wife. However, during one session, we couldn’t resist mocking him for his poor performance and limp dick. It was then that he confessed to us that he and his wife had not been intimate in over ten years. This realization that his wife would never see the damage we inflicted on him only fueled our desire to harm him even more. We no longer held back, and his body became a canvas of bruises, welts, whip marks, and even bloody scars.

It appeared that he was reveling in the punishment, deriving some twisted pleasure from being at our mercy. But his arrogance remained intact, so we switched up our approach. One evening, we invited a discreet gay colleague to join us. We bound and blindfolded our boss as our coworker took advantage of him, showing no mercy as he pounded into his helpless body with such force we almost felt bad for him. The boss had no clue who was violating him; all he knew was that it was someone from within the company. The humiliation shattered his demeanor and transformed his attitude entirely.

No longer cocky or confident, he trembled in fear every time we walked into the room. He knew he had crossed the wrong people and now he was paying the ultimate price for his arrogance and mistreatment of others. Revenge had never tasted sweeter.

Night after night, we continued our ruthless revenge on him, chipping away at his already shattered spirit. And after each brutal session, we forced him to walk us out to the desolate parking garage, where he was made to lie down like a beaten dog. One by one, we unleashed a torrent of piss onto his once pristine suit, completely drenching him in our collective contempt. He’d then have to get in his car and drive home to his wife. The stench emanating from his luxurious Porsche must be suffocating by now, but it’s nothing compared to the humiliation and degradation he endured at our hands.

As I look back at that time, I feel a sense of pride, justice and power. We took a situation that was unjust and turned it into a way to take control, both in the workplace and personally. The boss’s transformation from a feared superior to a mere plaything was both thrilling and rewarding.

Thank you for providing a platform to share these transformative and empowering experiences.

Sincerely,
Lorraine