Fantasy - The Bitch! Part I

I was doing a favour for my boss whilst he was away on a business trip, he asked me to help paint his spare room on Friday, in exchange I would be allowed to have the rest of the day off. I arrived on time and a smart lady, Mrs Glen, answered the door. "So you're the hired help then, ay?" she barked. I was led up stairs to a sparse room, the paint and brushes were waiting for me. There wasn't much of the wall that needed doing, perhaps only 3 or 4 hours work I hoped. "I'm heading out for the day, let yourself out when you are finished" shouted up the lady, before shutting the front door behind her.

With no distractions I worked quickly through my task, it was barely midday by the time I had finished and was free for the rest of the weekend. As I started to pack away, I couldn't help having a little look round my boss's home, I headed straight for the owner's bedroom. I started looking through her bed side draws, and to my surprise found a small stash of erotic magazines. Again, I couldn't help but to pull one out and started reading. The magazine was a specialist title featuring female domination, stories, photos, and articles discussing powerful women and their control over men. This wasn't a subject I was really into, but there was some great photos in there, plenty of sexy ladies wearing anything from thigh high leather boots, latex catsuits to seamed stockings.

Before I knew it I was sitting on the bed with my clothes piled on the floor, cock in hand, masturbating furiously to the sight of these sexy pictures. "What on Earth do you think you're doing?", came the loud domineering voice. I looked up to see Mrs Glen standing in the doorway, I had not heard her come home. My erection shrunk away almost instantly as I caught her eye. I was so mortified, not only had she caught me masturbating, but it was obvious I had gone through her personal belongings. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I just looked at the floor and wanted the ground to swallow me up. What could I say? Normally I have an answer for everything, but this time there was no quick witted response at hand.

"You've been through my belongings? I trusted you. Do you know how humiliating it feels to know you've reading about my private interests?"

"I'm Sorry" is all I could reply in a feeble voice, "I'm really sorry". It seemed like an eternity had passed, time moves very slowly when you are caught naked by your Employer's wife. All of a sudden she stepped forward, bent down and scooped up my clothes. Without another word she marched off taking them with her. I was left wondering what she was doing, why didn't she throw me out of the house whilst screaming and shouting at me? I could only imagine she was going to phone her husband and have me sacked, why had I been so stupid? The reality, as I soon found out, was worse. Much worse.