Domination Fantasies

 

"I'd like to try something more intimate with you as in the bedroom."

 

I knew from my research that there was many way of phrasing what I was considering. Be that as it may, unless Lisa had been doing her own type of research, this appeared like the most direct approach to get my thought across.

 

With both of Lisa's eyebrows raised this time. She completed her last bite and gulped. "What do you mean? Like, from now on, like always?"

 

"Actually no, not always," I said. "Only sometimes."

 

She pursed her lips together, attracting my gaze down to them for a moment. "I don't understand, Julie. It doesn't sound that intriguing to me."

 

My heart dropped. "What? Why not?" I asked directly.

 

Lisa took another bite of dessert. "Well, to be honest, it sounds like you'd just stick your cunt up to my mouth and fuck me for a while until you cum. Is there anything in it for me?"

 

I had to chuckle. Lisa sometimes had a mouth on her for things other than eating pussy, and she'd never been shy about using it to speak her mind either. "That's not exactly what I had in mind." At her accusatory look, I amended, "Well, all right, I suppose a thought along those lines may have occurred to me at one point. But really, it's a bit more than that."

 

"What would it entail, then?"

 

Believe it or not, this was actually already going better than I had expected. I thought there was a small chance she would storm out on me as soon as she heard the word "dominatrix." Lisa is ... on the independent side after all.

 

"That depends," I said. "I have an idea of what I'd like to, but I'm happy to modify it depending on how you feel."

 

"That doesn't sound very domineering."

 

"Well, you're my best friend. I'd like to you to be happy, too, and if that means I have to compromise a little, that's okay."

 

Then I leaned forward slightly, still holding her gaze. I let my mind wander towards some of the things I wanted to do to her, and gave her the smallest of smirks. "But trust me. Whatever we decide on, I will be very dominating once we get to the bedroom."

 

It seemed to work, my beautiful best friend shuffled in her seat and bit her lip, a sure sign she was thinking dirty thoughts.

 

"Fine. Tell me what you're thinking of, and I can voice any objections."

 

"Well, if we were to do this, I'd like to pick a day. Probably on the weekend and for that day, I'd like to be the one in charge. In everything and I'd like you to speak to me respectfully for the duration."

 

"What do you mean, like, call you mistress or something?"

 

"No, not necessarily. But a 'mistress' here and there might be nice," I said. "You'd never have to do it in public though, and we could ease into it."

 

Lisa's eyes widened a little. I've usually been more exhibitionist than her. "We'd do this in public?"

 

"Not necessarily," I said again. "We could though. Really, for the first time, I imagine us only trying it out for a couple of hours. To see how it goes for the two of us."

 

"What if I don't want to do something you ask me to do?" she asked.

 

"Well, you just tell me, and try to convince me to do otherwise. Still respectfully, if you could," I said. "I, however, would try to convince you. I don't plan to force you though. That would be something else."

 

"This is something you're also interested in?"

 

"Yes. but not right now."

 

Lisa put down her fork and was silent for a few moments while our waiter took away the dessert plates. She was still thinking. "Do you want to hurt me?"

 

I hesitated, thinking my answer through carefully before speaking and I didn't want to blow this. It wasn't the right time to mention it out loud, however, I had the sneaking suspicion that Lisa in a way, liked a little bit of pain. She had a ridiculously high tolerance threshold she once told me, for one, and whenever someone played with her nipples, she usually loved it most when they twisted them with just a tad bit of viciousness.

 

Once my thoughts settled, I spoke. "Some things we would do may involve some pain. However, I'll try not to go past your limits."

 

No point in telling her that I DID plan to 'push it' to the limit.

 

"We can likewise set up a safe word," I said. "Something you say that'll make me stop straight away. I'm not going to push you to do anything you wouldn't want to do. But for now, I need you to try to do all that I ask from you."

 

"All?"

 

"Yes, all."

 

Lisa stayed quiet as the check came and I put down my Visa. Once the waiter had left the table, she voiced another concern. "Why do you need to do this?"

 

I shrugged. "I don't know? It's something I've be thinking about for a while now."

 

"But, ... why, precisely?"

 

 

 

New Secretary's Submission

 

 

I was ready and eager to please my boss.

 

"Good morning to you Miss Winters. Welcome to our company."

 

"Good morning Ms. Devereaux. Thank you. I've checked your daily planner and schedule, you have a ten o'clock meeting with Anderson industries. The file is opened on your computer, I also took out the paper files, and placed them on your desk accordingly. The files for your eleven thirty meeting and your two o'clock meeting are all in your tablet briefcase, I've also included the paper files which are place on your desk, laid out according to your schedule."

 

The Business Tycoon checked to make sure everything was in order. She smiled in satisfaction. "Darlene certainly has briefed you in very well indeed."

 

I started blushing at her compliment. "Thank you Ma'am."

 

"After Darlene became ill, and left the firm, hopefully temporarily, I wasn't sure that I could find someone with her loyalty. I hope that she was able to pass that sense of loyalty to you. It saddened me to discover that she had some health issues, but after she had strongly recommended you, I've decided to take a chance. I hope that I won't be disappointed. Darlene and I have a special bond you know."

 

My blushing deepened. "I hope I won't disappoint you too, Ms. Devereaux."

 

Darlene had filled me in on how she liked her office managed. But I began to wonder just how much of a special bond they had.

 

Catherine Devereaux was in her mid forties. She had rich dark brown hair, and the look of a woman who was used to getting what she wants. At five foot ten, she stands head and shoulders over me, even when I wear those four inch heels. I was well built, but tiny. We seemed to contrast each other well.

 

When Catherine enters a room, she immediately commands the respect and attention of everyone there.

 

Over the next few weeks, I quickly took to the job. I worked very hard to make a good impression on those she does business with. Making sure everything was always in proper order each morning before Ms. Devereaux arrived at the office. I kept up on all of the paperwork, details and made sure there were no simple errors such as spelling or even punctuation. I made sure that all her appointments were spread out enough to allow her ample time to deal with each without the necessity of having to cut a meeting short or get behind schedule or even make a client have to wait.

 

Catherine Devereaux was quite pleased with me it seemed. She could see I was following Darlene's instructions to a 'T'. In the weeks that followed, I had heard rumors about just how close Catherine Devereaux and Darlene actually were. There was Marybeth down the hall who was the office gossip and she was a blabber mouth who filled me in on everything. Little did she know that I was Darlene's cousin since we had different surnames. Anyway she began to tell me that Darlene was like this natural submissive submissive type, almost possessed to do Catherine Devereaux's bidding. She strove to see to it that Catherine Devereaux's needs were always taken care of before her own. She had worked hard to ensure the needs of her employer had always been met.

 

 

Firm Submission

 

"Cat got your tongue dear?"

 

"Maybe that's it." "Does a tongue slithering up and down your beautiful pussy lips get you off?"

 

"Or maybe this?"

 

Then one of her fingers lightly touched the object in her hands and the clit guard that Finley had placed on my pussy began to vibrate. "Oh my God!" I thought as I felt back to back, wave upon wave of light electric current stimulating my clit. In a knee jerk reaction my hands grasped the sides of the table sending my half finished Martini crashing to the floor.

 

"Don't worry dear." Hanna said. "Waiter another please."

 

"Let's try this again."

 

"I can sense by the way you carry yourself, that you're a woman who needs to be fucked and fucked well. Your body, the sway of your curvaceous hips. That look in your eyes of longing. The longing for a real woman to take control of the constant heat swelling up from between your legs. Am I too far off?"

 

"So tell me then, how do you quench that sexual thirst that aches within you?"

 

"How do you control all the sexuality that bubbles up like a cauldron within you? Or can you control them, those urges?"

 

Martina's questioning seemed like an inquisition. I was a little put off by it, yet intrigued by the provocativeness.

 

"How do you suppress them? Feelings like this."

 

All of a sudden the nipple shields on both my nipples began to softly vibrate. "Oh My God!" I thought. I had to get them to stop or else I was going to start having uncontrollable orgasms right there in the middle of the restaurant. But how could I without taking my hands and grabbing my own tits?

 

I then raised both my arms and crossed them over my chest, which seemed to quell the vibrations just enough for me to remain composed, but I was just barely holding on.

 

Hanna leaned over, reached under the tablecloth and put her strong yet delicate hand on my upper thigh and squeezed just enough for me to realize, she too knew how to control. I was being tagged teamed between the two of them, but not physically, just psychologically.

 

My eyes met the blue pools of her blue eyes. I noticed for the first time how they were framed with luscious, black eye lashes. So thick that she could have easily gone out without wearing mascara. She looked intensely into my eyes and I could see her primal lust emanating from within her. Hanna with her worldly mannerisms and charm, was still a woman, deep and feline.

 

I was melting, things were going fast, too fast perhaps. Was I getting in way over my head? Where was Finley? How could she put me in such a predicament? The only thing keeping me from falling was the strength in Hanna's eyes. The strength they exuded was comforting and just enough to keep me poised and protected from Martina's irresistible advances.

 

Hanna glanced over at Martina and the vibrations stopped. I took a deep breath and began to relax.

 

The truth welled up in my throat, and the support in Hanna's eyes made it easier for me to speak. After all, it was impossible that they didn't already know; they just wanted to hear me admit it.

 

"I guess I'm the Firm's Plaything," I said with a breathless little laugh. It was hard as hell to talk when I was so close to coming.

 

Martina's voice lowered. "The whole office? Tell us about that."

 

I colored. "No. Not yet. Just for Finley, Joan and Lauren."

 

Martina and Hanna exchanged a glance.

 

"How long have you been working there?"

 

"Almost a month," I said.

 

Martina switched off the remote and leaned back. I sulked a little and squirmed, trying to get the apparatus in my panties to finish the job.

 

"You were right, Hanna," Martina said. She thoughtfully tapped her lower lip with her thumb. "I've half a mind to teach Finley a lesson."

 

Hanna turned over one of my hands and caressed the sensitive skin of my inner wrist.

 

"Just because we can't keep her doesn't mean we can't play with her." She said while dropping a hand to my knee. "Chloe, would you like to cum now?"

 

"I couldn't....I.."

 

"You can and you will." Martina tapped the remote, and the vibrator kicked into high gear. My belly tightened, and each time I inhaled, my breasts rose up.

 

Martina slipped a hand under the table and placed it high up on my thigh , above my stocking. She moved my dress back as confidently as if she'd touched me a million times before, and she squeezed me hard enough to get my attention.

 

"Cum for me, Chloe," she said .

 

Her finger plucked at the tight garter strap, and it snapped against my skin with a sizzling kiss. Hanna squeezed my other thigh, and I had the impression of being held open for these women to take their pleasure. They had all the control and I had none.