Ms. Femme Domme - Part 2
Mistress Femme Domme - Part 2
Standing above him now, all power and control freely and
unselfishly given to her by her servant, confined by the
restraints that held him to the bed, she thought back to
that very first moment when she first saw him, his arrogance
and aloofness intimidating, yet seductive to her. He was
a new attorney at the office, one whose reputation had preceded
him, one of strict business and a one who had crossed many
swords in the years that he had practiced.
And who are you, he asked her as he strode by, his confidence
being worn as neatly as his light gray suit, tailored and
creased ever so finely.
The tone of his voice immediately struck her, deep to her
stomach where she began to feel a sensation that had come
the surface a time or two before, one of exhilaration and
intimidation, combined ever so subtly that it initially
took her by surprise.
Im your legal secretary, Gina, she said quickly, the
words out of her mouth almost instantly, surprising her
with the swiftness of the reply, and hoping that her demeanor
did not give her away, one of fear yet strong animal attraction
to this new gentleman who was standing in front of her, staring
down, and seemingly seeing through her with his piercing
blue eyes.
Ive been with the firm now, four years, she continued,
not knowing whether to address him by his proper name or
not. Youre Mr. Robertson, I believe, she said, extending
her hand to his in a gesture of professional introduction,
yet one that she desired, simply to feel the touch of his
hand on hers, knowing that his eyes, the ones that were boring
into her soul, had commanded her to do so.
She felt his power as her hand was grasped by his, and the
electricity that she felt surge through her in that instant,
shook her to her core once again, a sensation that affirmed
the animal attraction that she had initially felt.
We will be working together closely, he replied, still
maintaining an aura of professional decorum, and yet,
as she looked into his eyes, she could see more, sense more,
and as they shook hands, she could not help but feel a sense
of wetness beginning to form between her legs, and a rush
of heat come flush to her face, a sensation that she tried
vainly to hide.
Ill be in my office, he continued, avoiding any recognition
of her reaction, and began to walk down the hall to his office,
his gray hair neatly in place, matching the assertiveness
and confidence that he exhibited in the brief seconds of
their exchange.
As he strode away, she once again felt the heat rise from
within her, and the wetness that had been forming was now
fully soaking her thong, embarrassing her even more, should
he ever know what had happened in that exchange. She took
a deep breath, one of relief and release of her primal urges,
and attempted, albeit unsuccessfully to focus on the Interrogatories
that were before her on the word processor.
In the weeks that passed, she continued to be amazed by his
sense of style, his dedication, his focus, but most of all
by the power that he seemed to have over her, a power that
she knew instantly from that first meeting, and one that
she dare not challenge. Much like the moth being drawn to
the flame, she looked for ways to be in his presence, and
glean from him the source of his power, and somehow, some
way, utilize that power in her life.
While intimidated by him, she also knew that her power,
one that she secretly wished to reveal to him, was beginning
to take deeper root, and through his cultivation, was becoming
more and more apparent to her, as each day passed. She knew
her attraction to him was total, and wanted in the worst
way to show him her devotion, and awe of all that he was.
The Christmas season was upon them, as it was late in the
year when he had arrived at the firm, and as they were politely
chattering at the firm party, and in one of his conversations
with her toward the end of the evening, he touched her hand
once again, with that same sense of electricity shooting
through her anew. As they held each others eyes, she could
sense something from his, a hidden message that invited
her into his world.
Gina, he asked. I realize that youve worked for me
a few months now, and I wanted you to know how deeply appreciative
I am of all that youve accomplished. I know that I can be
rather difficult at times, but youve done exceptionally
well, given the circumstances.
Yes, Mr. Robertson, she replied, the work has been
difficult, but Ive learned so much from you these past
weeks, that I feel as though I have only touched the surface.
The frankness of her words surprised her, and again, she
began to feel the wetness form between her legs and begin
to drip slowly onto her thong.
Well, this party has been a bit stuffy, dont you think?
he asked, and I think that a more proper location would
be a more quiet place for dinner. You can come to dinner with
me, cant you? His question was one that surprised her,
as it was more than a question, and almost was a plea on his
part to spend more time with her.
Why, of course, she quickly answered, not wanting the
moment to fee, as her body was a tingle with girlish enthusiasm,
knowing that they would spend an evening together, if only
dinner.
As they walked out, she felt his arm wrap around her shoulder,
and she instantly moved closer to him, her body giving her
away. As he turned to her, staring directly into her eyes,
she saw his heat and lust for the very first time, and knew
right then and there that dinner was not what he had in mind.
And as she looked intently back at him, her message was a
clear as is, as her lust for him was just as intense, and at
the surface for him to see.
"Let's go to my place, " he said, swiftly
taking her to his car.
As they entered his condo, overlooking the river, she felt
her heartbeat quicken, her breath become labored, and
as he took her in his arms, and as he looked down at her, pulled
her to him, their mouths meeting as two hungry animals ready
to feed.
Their clothes were hastily ripped from each other, and
as they stood there in the darkness of the room, their naked
bodies met once again, the heat of their passions fueling
their desires for one another even more.
His erection was now hard and firm against the smoothness
of her flesh, and her wetness began to flow freely down her
inner thigh, a sensation that he felt against the tip of
his cock as it brushed against her thigh.
She gasped in excitement, and as he looked up at him, she
softly said, Fuck me. Fuck me right here and now. Fuck me
from behind with that cock in my sweet wet pussy.
As he bent her over the couch, she felt his erection slide
into her, firmly and swiftly, and as she took all of him into
her, she felt his power being unleashed into her, a sensation
that excited her even more, until her movements were even
more rhythmic than his, as she moved back to him, taking
his cock into her even deeper with each remaining thrust.
As she looked back at him, she smiled a smile of both happiness
and contentment, as she knew then, right at that moment,
that his power, his confidence was being given to her, and
her alone, and as this knowledge came to her, her intensity
increased, her passions rose, and her beast emerged, demanding
more and more from him.
She threw him onto the couch, and mounted him there, totally
in control, fucking him with all her passions revealed,
her beast in control, riding his cock and demanding that
he fuck her harder, as she wanted all of it, as he was hers
and hers alone.
Fuck me, you bastard, she shouted in his ear, and to her
surprise his movements increased, the intensity equal
to the tone of her command. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, you
worthless prick!
As she rode his cock, she took all his power from him, and
with her now totally in control, she dominated him fully
for the first time. He was hers, as no one before, and as no
one afterward. He was there to serve her, and her alone,
and she knew that he would serve her well, and often.
As her cum began to erupt, she ravaged his body, raking her
fingers across his chest and on his body, knowing that her
orgasm would always be like this with him, as he now was her
servant, and she, his secretary, would forever hold the
total control over him. As their hot cum exploded, the animal
sounds pierced the room, letting all who could hear their
voices, that Ms. Femme had been born that night, and her
reign would be long and dominating.
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