This is and will be a story about lesbian sex, HEAVY BDSM themes, and more sex. I don't know how slow this burn will be, but I expect it to be more sex writing than anything else.
Chapter 1
Mornings were always busy for Lidia. Before work she hit the coffee shop for the usual favorite, nothing overly complicated like some of the people she heard in line, but she did enjoy her talls and her half pumps and maybe some foam. Fancy enough that she didn't feel like she could make it at home, but not so over the top as to be annoying. Sure, she could probably figure out how to do most or all of it at home, but it'd take some money to buy the foamer and then keep all the coffee and get a grind and--y'know, maybe $5 a day isn't so bad. She wasn't interested in amortizing her entire life. She dressed as she always did these days, a well-tailored blue jacket that ended at her hips and flowed into a modest above-the-knee pencil skirt of the same color. During the winter months she wore tight black nylon leggings--the kind that shine in the light which gave way to her 2 1/2" dark navy Business Heels. High enough that she liked the way it accentuated her ass, but not so high as to look slutty. She already had to deal with men thinking that she had slept her way to the top, or who tried to get handsy at company dinners, or were simply casually sexist without fuck-me shoes. Which she definitely owned. Her button-up was made of black satin, buttoned all the way to the top, and when combined with her leggings gave her a bit of a glimmer that made her hard to ignore. Not that the boisterous woman really had that problem. Her hair cascaded down past her shoulders in great rings, landing at about the middle of her back. She kept it corralled with a navy headband to keep her mane out of her eyes. While she showed nothing of her cleavage, the shirt struggled mightily to keep her all in check. She wasn't bursting at the seams, but it was obvious that she was well-endowed. Lidia didn't' always wear lipstick, but today she settled on a deep burgundy to match the deep ruby crystal studs in her ears and provide some contrast to the dark blue. With her briefcase, she looked like any other well-heeled customer of the coffee shop inside the Fuller Building where she worked. Her heels clicked authoritatively across the (probably) faux marble floor from the café to the security checkpoint.
"Ma'am," The security guard nodded his head, trying not to stare at her chest, while Lydia scanned her badge.
Lydia knew that was a herculean task for some men, and smirked while nodding wordlessly as she clicked her way to the brass-doored elevators and waited for her turn. She liked to come to the office early, in order to digest her email and prepare for her first series of meetings. Life hadn't always been this way, but she had found that she adapted quite well to the executive position that she was elevated to just two years before. The door dinged its arrival, and Lydia stepped inside the otherwise empty car. She noticed some harried-looking workers approaching and held the door for them, giving the two nondescript-black-workwear clad women a nod and a smile as they said their thank yous. "Cute," she thought, "wonder if they're 'roommates.'" The other women made small talk and Lydia busied herself on her phone as she rode the elevator to nearly the top floor. She was important, but not that important. Not yet.
The click of her heels announced her presence to anyone paying attention, but after a few stride the executive's heels sank into plush carpet and were silenced. That didn't stop the only person around, a receptionist behind a tall semicircle cherry desk. "Ah--oh--ahhh--I--" The receptionist began, causing Lydia's faint smile to grow. "I--didn't--" Lydia turned back to her phone, running her finger along the smooth glass, causing the receptionist to let out an audible squeal. "Eeeeeewait!" But Lydia had already begun walking to her office, stopping just long enough to look back over her shoulder at the blushing woman.
Lydia couldn't help but laugh a little, "Good girl, you'll go far under me. I expect my messages in fifteen minutes. Don't be late."
The receptionist, Cindy, let out an audible moan at the obvious double entendre before covering her mouth with another squeak. Luckily for them, nobody else was in the office this early. Lydia couldn't help but laugh at the adorable woman who was already squarely under her thumb. Being an executive did tend to have its perks. Cindy fell backwards into her chair as Lydia passed into her office and closed the door. The pleasant burning between Cindy's thighs made her heart thump hard and her breath come in ragged gasps. She closed her eyes, doing her best to remember the instructions--no, they were commands--that Lydia had provided her on her first day. She couldn't believe that she was in this situation.
The first day that the executive decided that she would take control of the young thing that had always smiled at her in the coffee shop, she was unbearably horny. Her sex drive had gotten her into trouble before, and it was more than a small risk, but Lydia figured she had protected herself enough to at least make sure that nothing would come from her harassment if Cindy didn't do as she was told if her secretary went to HR. After dismissing the younger woman, she had poured herself into the overstuffed leather chair that all executives received (and most got rid of within the first month for something less absurdly plush) and leaned back. Cindy had closed the door, and she was almost totally concealed behind her mahogany veneered desk.
One hand slipped down her thigh and hiked up her skirt while its twin pushed the waistband of her lace panties down. Without thinking, she began to run her fingers across her pussy, slightly spreading her lips, and moaned under her breath. Cindy was hot. In the traditional sense as well as something more. When Lydia had told her about the opening, she'd said "You're going to apply." Not a question, but a statement. A command. Cindy stopped in her tracks, blinking, and nodded her head dumbly. "Good!" The instant submission sent a wave of electricity straight to Lydia's pussy. Her finger pushed past her labia and she began to dig it into her growing wetness. She'd commanded, Cindy obeyed. It was so easy, so natural, that Lydia couldn't help but notice. She closed her eyes and sighed, spreading her legs in her chair to give herself more access to her greedy sex.
It had been too long since Lydia had taken a lover. It was always a fraught, tense, thing as she rose through the ranks. All companies these days talked a big game about being inclusive and accepting, but she knew that the people who had all the power were immune to even the brightest and loudest HR campaigns. There was her coworker, Janette, a delightful Black woman who had matched her intensity. They found that they clashed more than they kissed. Bristling against one another as they fought for dominance in and out of bed. It was fun for a while, but Janette got a position at another branch and took it. There was no question that Lydia would stay in the city. They hadn't even moved in together. Still, she thought about her small, firm, tits and the way she moaned when Lydia bit down hard around her dark, perfect, nipples. The tight curls of her hair as it exploded from her scalp matched the way her pubic hair crept out from behind her brightly colored panties. Lydia wasn't sure at first, but soon found that she loved being face down in another woman's fuzz. Her breathing grew heavy as she thought about her ex and masturbated in her office. One finger became two, and she was shoving her fingers deep into her wetness now.
