Belinda and Dean
soppingwetpanties
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
This story is dedicated to Belinda, who has finally embraced who she truly is.
Dean Franklin sat in his car, still shivering from his unforgettable night, the exhaust from his idling engine forming a plume of white steam in front of Jacqueline Broussard's stately house. His sweaty palms rested on the steering wheel as he collected himself. It was well past 2 a.m., and he had just left Jacqueline's house. It was hard for him to imagine re-entering the real world, the vanilla world, in a few short hours, to put on his suit and ever too tight tie and continue the drudgery of his job as a glorified forensic accountant.
How could reading endless piles of mind-numbing reports compare to being in the company of three beautiful woman, having sex with you and each other, for the good part of the last six hours?
Granted, not all of it was to his liking, for example having his balls stretched by a weight clipped to his scrotum and having his anal cherry taken by a lesbian with a strap-on. But how did you compare your vanilla existence with having sex with a big-titted whore like his business associate Belinda, or watching her, a prude in the office, so wantonly debasing herself for her pleasure?
Belinda ... what a piece of work she was, Dean thought. Belinda had entrapped him a few weeks back, making him think that she had stolen a sizeable sum of money from their employer. As it turned out, Belinda had falsified the accounting records to make it look as if she had stolen the money so that Dean would take advantage of the situation, and of her. Belinda was a repressed slut, and had lusted after Dean. Dean unwittingly fell for Belinda's deception, and used his perceived leverage to put Belinda into a number of compromising situations.
One of Dean's not so bright ideas was to task Belinda with getting Jacqueline Broussard's panties. Dean had always had a crush over Jacqueline, even though it was common knowledge she was a lesbian, because she was an attractive, statuesque redhead, and because she was unattainable. It was an idea hatched in a moment of insanity because Jacqueline was the company's in-house litigation attorney, and had the skillset and will to bust anyone's balls.
Dean now realized that fucking with a red meat corporate attorney was not a good idea. Belinda confessed to Jacqueline that Dean was blackmailing her, and that's why she was tasked with getting Jacqueline's panties. He had spent the night at Jacqueline's because she demanded his presence after finding out about his blackmail scheme.
Even though he was more or less treated as a plaything, even the strident heterosexual male couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the attention, albeit sometimes painful, of three highly sexed women. He had no idea how he was going to escape Jacqueline's clutches, or even if he wanted to. His mixed emotions about being dominated by women was a true puzzlement to him. He told himself he was a normal, red blooded American male. He was tall, good looking, and usually had his choice of willing women to play with. Why did he even entertain the thought that he would willingly continue his role as a submissive to two women with a nasty sadistic streak and paired up with Belinda, whose submissive desires seemed to have no boundaries?
He started his car in the darkened neighborhood, then rolled down his driver's side window and let the cool night air flood the stuffy interior of his car, hoping it would clear his head. Instead, the confusion remained. Dean finally understood the gravity of losing control of his life, and wondered if he had been shown a path few took, and even fewer chose willingly. He decided he would ask Belinda. She had already chosen this path, and seemed to have finally found her calling.
* * *
Spring was usually Dean's favorite time of the year. He looked out his office window at the cherry blossoms, which signaled the start of the baseball season. Usually the thought of his beloved Red Sox, and his annual pilgrimage to Fenway Park, would lift his spirits, but this year was different. He looked at the plain, unmarked manila envelope on his desk and pulled out the three page document inside. His angst about whether he wanted to be a submissive seemed to be resolved, whether he liked it or not. The document was an affidavit, signed by Belinda but undoubtedly drafted by Jacqueline. The affidavit laid out in gory detail Dean's blackmailing Belinda to get Jacqueline's panties. This affidavit could never see the light of day.
Dean took a sip of his morning coffee and then walked over to the copy room, clutching the envelope with the document inside. Thankfully, no one else was in the copy room. Dean fed the envelope into the paper shredder, listening to the metal teeth grind as they ate the document that all but sealed his submission to Jacqueline. He was sure that she had another copy in her office safe, ready to be produced if Dean didn't do her bidding. He told himself that he should be feeling awful, but for a reason he couldn't explain, he didn't.
He went back to his office and closed the door. He looked at the mountain of reports he had to review that day. He had no interest in picking one up to review. His mind drifted, not to baseball, but to Jacqueline. He told himself that he should hate her for taking advantage of his egregious mistake, but somehow there was no resentment. Instead, he thought about her beauty as she meted out her punishment and his unexpected desire to please her.
Jacqueline admitted she wasn't a Domme. She brought in her college roommate Laney, who was a switch, mostly a submissive, but a wicked Domme when she wanted to be, and it was Laney that gave her a glimpse of the power (and pleasure) of domination. As a tall redhead, and a successful litigator, Jacqueline certainly had the physical and emotional attributes of a Domme, and Laney's introduction to her world of domination and submission couldn't have gone better. Belinda was a more than willing submissive and Dean, though a deer in the headlights during their evening together, was a promising addition.
Dean decided that he was not in a state of mind to work, so he sent an e-mail to Belinda to see if she was available to talk. Dean was pleased that she responded immediately, inviting him to her office. He decided to visit the men's room to check his appearance before heading to her office. Greg from Shipping and Receiving was in the restroom when he arrived. Dean recognized him immediately as the guy Belinda was sucking off in the restaurant bathroom during the company's holiday party. Dean averted his eyes, hoping that he wouldn't have to say anything. No such luck.
"Hey ... Dean is it?" Greg called out.
Dean turned to acknowledge him. "Yes ... you're Greg, right?"
"Yeah ... I'm pretty sure you were watching when Belinda was on her knees. She's quite the whore, isn't she?"
Dean bristled at the reference and the inflection Greg put on it. Greg's connotation of the word "whore" was not the same as his. He had heard plenty about Greg from others after the holiday party and thought he was an asshole who unabashedly lacked respect for women. Dean appreciated the fact that domination and submission was an art practiced between consenting adults, and not, like Greg, simply an excuse to abuse another person. Dean had changed his mindset without even realizing it.
"Greg, Belinda was living out a fantasy. Feel grateful you got to be a part of it. As far as your opinion about her, I'd appreciate it if you would keep it to yourself." He left the restroom, glad that he had defended her.
As he was walking down the hall, he heard from behind, "Hey asshole, no one talks to me that way. Especially a pencil neck from Internal Audit." Dean kept walking, but the insult wasn't going to go unanswered.
* * *
"Dean, so good to see you." Belinda rose from her desk, and meant it. She always had a secret crush on Dean, and their night together as submissives with Jacqueline and Laney made her feel as if he was in the trenches with her. Dean was majorly distracted by Belinda's changed appearance. She no longer wore the conservative business suits that hid, rather than accentuated her generously sized breasts. Now she was wearing a dress, appropriately red, low cut by business standards and giving more than a hint as to the busty treasures within. She had changed her hair to a style more flattering to her face and was wearing more make-up. His pulse quickened as he saw her.
"Belinda." He closed the door behind him and went around the desk to embrace her.
Dean's experience as a reluctant submissive and his interest in this lifestyle made Belinda the only person he could be completely frank with. He could usually share his thoughts with his friends and sometimes his family, but of course his inadvertent journey into submission was not something he felt he could discuss with anyone ... except Belinda.
"So how goes it?" Belinda seemed much more relaxed than in the past. Her manner was breezy instead of formal.
Dean still couldn't get over Belinda's transformation. "Belinda, you look terrific."
The buxom bleach blonde blushed [try saying that 10 times] at the compliment. "I'd like to think that our night at Jacqueline's was my real coming out party."
Belinda had always craved submission, dreamed about it for years, yet the night at Jacqueline's, where she was spanked, played with, teased, and touched with practiced expertise by Laney and then by Jacqueline, and then granted her orgasm, exceeded her wildest expectations. For her, submission was her ticket to sexual freedom, and that freedom motivated her to makeover her hair, cosmetics selection and wardrobe. She was no longer reticent to display her obvious physical charms. And she found a much safer, and better, outlet for her sexual proclivities. Her performance in the men's restroom at the last holiday party was a one-time deal.
"You've changed Belinda, and for the better." Dean's view of Belinda had changed since the night a Jacqueline's. He no longer viewed her as just a sex-crazed woman, but a woman with particular needs that required a person who was able to recognize and fulfill those needs. Laney did just that at Jacqueline's house. Dean now understood the power of domination and submission and, having experienced submission first hand, admired instead of pitied Belinda.
Likewise, Belinda saw Dean in a different light. She was still physically attracted to him, but she also saw him softening his self-centered focus, and was impressed at his seeming acceptance of her chosen lifestyle.
"At the risk of making this into a lovefest, I feel the same way about you. You're not running around like an arrogant asshole anymore."
