His Summer Job Submission

Dear FemdomU Forum,

I wanted to share an unforgettable experience from my summer job working at the local movie theater that played second-run movies. I was responsible for running the projectors, and most nights I was alone up in the projector room. It was an old, dusty place with a small window overlooking the theater seats below, and I enjoyed the solitude.

One night, during the final showing, my boss Monique, a striking woman in her early forties with a no-nonsense attitude, came up to the projector room. Monique was always well-dressed, with a figure that turned heads and an air of authority that commanded respect. I was surprised to see her because she rarely came up there.

“Hey, Presley,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “How’s everything running?”

I nodded, trying to focus on the film reel. “Everything’s good, Monique. Just making sure the film doesn’t jam.”

She stepped closer, her perfume filling the small space. “You know, I’ve noticed you up here, all alone,” she murmured, her voice dropping even lower. “Must get pretty lonely.”

I shrugged, feeling a bit uneasy. “I don’t mind. Gives me time to think.”

Monique’s eyes gleamed as she moved even closer, her body brushing against mine. “Thinking about your girlfriend, huh?”

I swallowed hard, not liking where this was going. “Yeah, something like that.”

Suddenly, Monique’s hand was on my chest, pushing me back against the projector. “You know, Presley,” she said, her tone now firm and commanding, “I’ve been watching you. I think you need a little… distraction.”

I tried to protest, my mind racing. “Monique, I have a girlfriend. I can’t—”

She cut me off with a sharp look, her hand moving to the waistband of my jeans. “I don’t care about your girlfriend. Right now, you’re mine.”

Before I could react, she unbuttoned my jeans and slipped her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around my cock through my underwear. I gasped, the sensation sending a jolt through my body. Monique’s grip was firm, and she began to stroke me, her eyes locked on mine.

“You’re going to enjoy this,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “And you’re not going to say a word.”

I was stunned, unable to resist as she continued to dominate me. Her hand moved skillfully, her touch both rough and precise. I could feel myself growing harder with each stroke, my protests dying in my throat.

Monique’s other hand moved to my shirt, unbuttoning it with swift, practiced motions. She pushed the fabric aside, her fingers trailing over my bare chest. “You’re a handsome boy, Presley,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But you need to learn to obey.”

She increased the pace, her hand moving faster, and I felt a wave of pleasure mixed with humiliation wash over me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but Monique’s dominance left no room for doubt or resistance.

“You’re going to cum for me,” she commanded, her eyes burning with intensity. “Right here, right now.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed, and with a final, powerful stroke, I came hard into her hand, my orgasm crashing over me in a wave of ecstasy and shame. Monique’s smile widened as she felt me climax, her grip never faltering.

When it was over, she released me and wiped her hand on my shirt, a look of triumph on her face. “Good boy,” she said, her tone almost affectionate. “Remember, Presley, you’re mine whenever I want you.”

With that, she turned and left the projector room, leaving me to collect myself and deal with the aftermath. I was shaken, but a part of me couldn’t deny the thrill of being dominated so completely by Monique.

I’ve never forgotten that night, and the way Monique took control of me. It was a lesson in submission I’ll carry with me always.

Sincerely,

Presley