“Please, Mistress Mommy, tell me that you approve.” The senator sat naked on his haunches with his meat-beating fist eclipsed by his gut. “I introduced the bill, just like you told me…uh-oh…” He threw his arms over his head and panted, desperate not to cum.
The corner office was one of the best in the statehouse, dressed in tasteful, rich tones. The walls and tables were adorned with attractive paintings and sculptures that glorified the best the state had to offer. The carpeting was kind to hands and knees, and easy to clean.
“Don’t you dare,” the mistress said and tap-tap-tapped her riding crop on her palm.
“Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh…”
“Don’t you dare cum, you pathetic excuse for a male.”
“Uh-oh, uh-oh…” The senator did his best not to think about how wonderful it would be if his mistress stepped on his vacant scrotum with her six-inch stiletto. “Uh-oh, uh-oh…”
“Don’t you dare cum, and don’t you dare call me ‘Mommy.’ I’m not your mommy. Your mommy doesn’t even want to be your mommy, you needle-dick bug fucker! Do I look like your mommy?”
The senator looked hard at his mistress. She wore a classic beige pantsuit with classic, pointed beige pumps. Her jacket was open, revealing a classic beige bosom-lifting corset. “Heh,” he chuckled when the danger of violating the law had passed. “Heh-heh.” His pitiable penis saluted the flag poles crossed behind her. “Heh-heh-heh.” He jerked it some more. “Yes, Mistress Mommy. No, Mistress Mommy. Let me suck on your toes, Mistress Mommy. Heh. Heh-heh.”
The mistress swatted his hand away from his dinky and lifted her foot to his face. “When does contraception begin, wanker?” she quizzed.
The senator gingerly removed her shoe and drooled at the vision of her perfect pedicure. “At erection. Heh-heh,” he replied, and tended to his.
She wiggled her toes in his face before stepping back. “You know nothing about erections.”
“No, Mistress Mommy,” he sadly said. He covered his sad one and rubbed it some more, nonetheless.
The mistress wedged his lackluster manhood between her toes. “Recite the law.”
“Let me cum on your foot.”
“Recite the law.”
“I’ll lick it clean. You know I will.”
“Recite the law.”
“Uh-oh. Uh-oh.”
“Dammit.” She put her shoe back on. “The law!”
“Uh-oh,” he said, raising his hands. “It is unlawful for a person…uh-oh…to discharge genetic material without the intent of fertilizing an embryo.”
“No, you fool!” She swung her crop at his cock and missed. “An egg, not an embryo! I swear, the only thing smaller than your dick is your IQ.”
“Heh-heh. Dumb like a fox,” he said, tugging his teeny weeny.
“You don’t even know how to masturbate right.” The mistress sat behind him and stretched her legs alongside his.
“Pretty shoes, heh-heh.”
“Shut up and get out of my way,” she said. She tucked his hands away under his knees and jerked him off using her thumb and finger. “Feel good, dork?”
The senator groaned his appreciation. “Thank you, Mistress Mommy.”
“I’m not doing this for you.”
“You’re going to make me cum,” he taunted.
“No, I’m not,” she stated, tugging him firmer and faster. “I am not responsible for your failures.”
The senator wanted desperately to yield to the woman on the floor. He didn’t dare make her stop and didn’t dare take things into his own hands. “I’m going to cum.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Intentional grounding,” he huffed.
“Take responsibility.”
“No. I’m going to cum and it’s all your fault. Uh-oh.”
“Don’t.” The mistress squeezed him with her wrapped-around thighs and trapped his penis between her feet. “Don’t you disappoint me.”
“Oh no. Please?”
“No.”
“Uh-oh, uh-oh. Please? Please, Mistress Mommy?” The senator’s pleas were cut short with a generous twist of his nipple. He indignantly cried out in pain and momentarily forgot about his forgettable dick.
“Assume the position,” the mistress said as she stood. “And don’t look at my feet, creep.”
“Heh-heh,” he giggled, looking at her feet. She walked backward, weaving around the office, and he crawled to follow. “Heh-heh.”
“Again! When does contraception begin?” she asked, pausing to shake a leg out of her pants. “Recite the law. Look at me!”
“Contraception begins at erection!” he exclaimed. His eyes bobbled from her head to her toes. “It is unlawful for a person to discharge genetic material without the intent of fertilizing an, uh, uh, egg!”
“Better,” the mistress said. She carefully lined up her pants’ seams, set them aside, and stretched her panties over his head.
The senator licked his lips and reached between his legs. “Pooo-seee, heh-heh.” He skittered on his hands and knees all around the office after her, ignoring her commands to look up, and diddled his diminutive dick whenever he could.
The mistress strapped on a dildo that was significantly larger than the senator’s penis—it was the smallest one she had. “Suck on it,” she demanded. “It’s all the lubrication you’re going to get.” He slobbered on the dildo and tried to scratch his nose against the stray pubic hairs that peeked from under its straps.
“Down!” the mistress commanded. “I said down! On your arms! Spread ‘em!” He laid his head on the floor and shifted his knees apart. His miniature member dangled under his big, hairy belly, and she stuffed the dildo into his flat, flabby ass.
“Heh. Heh. Heh,” he grunted with every thrust. His little dick twitched with every thrust. He came closer to cum-staining the carpet with every thrust. “Uh-oh.”
“Don’t you cum. I’ll pull off your worm, you worm.”
“Uh-oh. Uh-oh-uh-oh.”
“Don’t you cum!”
“You’re making me cum! Uh-oh!”
The mistress didn’t stop fucking the senator and warned him repeatedly that he was about to scoff the law, knowing full well that he was going to fall off the edge.
“Heh-heh, I don’t care! Uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oooo…”
She pulled out and kicked him onto his back in the nick of time. With his limp wrists and ankles raised, his dick twitched and spat its meager seed onto the underside of his stomach.
“Bad!”
The senator whimpered. “Bad. Bad,bad,bad.”
“You broke the law. You broke the law in the bill that you yourself sponsored. You disappointed me again. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“Lock him up. Lock him up.”
“For once, you’re right. You are sentenced to locking your pathetic dick up in the ‘Cock Cage of Family Values’ until I damn well feel like letting it out.” The mistress ripped her panties from his head and told him to put them on. “Don’t clean yourself. Get dressed. The legislative session is about to start.”
The shamed senator silently did what he was told. His head hung low until his first step out of the mistress’ office. “Harumph!” he said with conviction.
The mistress put her pants and shoes back on and closed her blazer. “Send in my next appointment,” she called.
A weaselly man left his briefcase and backbone in the outer office and closed the door behind him. “Ma’am?” he started. “I was supposed to talk with you about co-sponsoring a bill?”
