The original idea was to write a full on female domination scene, but as it came together I found myself writing more of a romance with an edge. I hope you enjoy it.
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I was working in the office of a medium sized business. Also in the office were three women, and there was a workforce in the factory that included another two women. The importance of this will become evident soon enough.
Being single sucked, and I had been single since my last girlfriend had dumped me just over twelve months ago. She said I was perverted because I wanted to extend our sexual boundaries, including anal and BDSM. She was a pretty, intelligent girl who was the perfect partner except that she didn't want to experiment. I had gone to bed lonely for a year and often jerked off to thoughts of her wearing a classic dominatrix outfit, or at least what I imagined it to be. An hourglass black leather corset holding her D sized breasts high and proud, a supple leather thong stretched across her shaved cunt, legs encased in knee high black leather boots and hair piled on top of her head. She is wielding a cat of nine tails and had me naked and grovelling while she pressed her heel into my balls. I timed my strokes to match her imaginary whip strokes, and as her skin glowed I leaked precum until I came with a final image of her pulling aside her thong and crashing onto my hard cock.
As a way of trying to explore this side of my sexuality, and to get over Lauren, I joined a BDSM website. I logged in as a submissive, willing to be an irregular sex slave. I didn't want to be 24/7 and I wanted sexual release so seeing professional dommes wasn't going to work. I initially wanted to see if the reality matched my fantasy and I wanted it with a real woman. It was a fine balance and there wasn't much going on with the website, partly because the women there seemed to want more and the rules of the site meant that the subs had to wait for the tops to pick them according to their whim.
I was spending my time outside work going to bars and sitting at home wanking over various porn sites. I had been on a few dates and managed to have sex a couple of times but it was not what I wanted. The ladies were all pleasant enough and the sex was pretty good but I did not feel satisfied.
On Friday nights a group of my colleagues often went out after work. The group was fluid but often included the girls in the office and most of the factory staff.
One Tuesday morning I was at my desk when the internal mail was delivered. Although the company is quite small we use internal mail to ensure paperwork went to where it was need, particularly if it is confidential. I opened the stack, sorting as I went. The last one intrigued and worried me all at once. There was a copy of my website profile with a typed note stapled to it that said, "be ready Friday night. You will serve me in pleasure and pain." My mind raced through the possibilities. The women in the office and the two apprentices in the factory were the only candidates. I sorted the list and dismissed Kyah, one of the apprentices who is a quiet seventeen year old. If it was her I wasn't going there, but I would quite happily submit to Amy, the twenty one year old who drank with us and wasn't afraid to tell me what she thought. The office girls included Fiona, a vibrant red head, Cate the quiet brunette who seemed arty, though I had not really spoken much to her, and Janine, another and more out there brunette. The truth was that I had, in the past, imagined all of them naked and entwined with me, some more than others. The idea that one of these four women might have come across my profile intrigued me, and after I got over the initial surprise I wondered if it was an elaborate joke. Friday seemed a long way away.
Finally Friday afternoon arrived and we went to the bar after work. I had not heard any more and I was really beginning to think this was an elaborate joke. The pizzas were done and the third drink had been started. The women were all still there, so I had no hints. Over the last few days and nights I had imagined all of them as mistresses, mostly in a version of the classic outfit that lived in my imagination. Fiona, with her large breasts, was the curviest, while Janine had a wicked streak that I could see being translated into a scene. I reckon she could cause some pain and pleasure, perhaps too much for what I was after. Amy was also still in my mind, her ability to get what she wanted evident, while her tight body didn't hurt. Cate was the outsider because she didn't fit my preconceptions of what a dominatrix would be, but I had always wondered about getting to know her better.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. The text contained only an address and a time, which was 9pm. that was about two hours away, so I settled in with some soft drinks. The group dwindled until it was just me. I still had an hour to spend, so I found a cafe near the address and had a coffee. My mind was racing with thoughts of what might my happen and who it might happen with.
Right on 9pm I rang the doorbell. To my absolute surprise Cate opened the door and welcomed my in. Fuck me, did she look different. Her hair, normally tight in a bun at work, free-flowed down her neck. Her blue eyes sparkled and her mouth widened into a slightly crooked welcoming grin. Her clothes were totally different to her normal work clothes. To work she wore boring corporate wear that hid her charms, which I now knew were legion. She was dressed in a linen shirt and pants and wore sandals. Right at this moment I didn't know what to expect.
"Welcome to my home. Come in and have a seat. Would you like a drink?"
"Thanks Cate, but I'm fine thanks."
Once we were seated in a nicely furnished living room she turned her sapphire eyes upon me again, and told me that I had looked surprised when she opened the door.
"I'm not sure what is going on" I replied. "I received an interesting invitation on Tuesday and then a text with a message to come here. It feels like I am the victim of a joke."
"No joke, the invitation is real enough. I bet you thought it was someone else. Amy or Fiona perhaps."
"That was where my mind pointed me. I didn't really think it was you. You seem much too quiet and retiring. I barely know you're there at work."
"I came across your profile when I was researching for an erotic story I was writing. I put it in the drawer for a bit and came across it last weekend. I hope I did the right thing in contacting you."
"You're not how I imagined a dominatrix would be. I always thought of someone more outrageous."
"Does that mean you are not interested?"
"On the contrary. Although I didn't see you that way I was actually wondering how to approach you. You always seem a bit distant at work."
