All characters are above the age of 18 thank you for reading :)
I've always had a dominant personality, in school, boys used to say I was to bossy, to loud, to confident.
I sadly didn't realise until I became a teenager that women were made to control men, as a mother controls her son or even her husband.This made sense to me from watching my mother control her sons and my father. Men needed to be dominated, they're too stupid and horny to know right from wrong or what's best for them. They have no control similar to an untrained puppy.
The first time I was ever introduced to female domination was through my wonderful mother. She was a very glamorous lady who radiated power and confidence, much like myself. She kept the males in our house held under a tight leash. Literally. Since I could remember my father would always serve my mother he was always on his hands and knees wanting to serve her to the best of his ability. Naturally this was normal in our family and my mother made sure I knew my worth as a woman but also the worth of the trained man that serves her.
Professionally driven is another way I'd describe myself. With no lack of confidence, finding work was no hassle. I took my time in uni making sure I passed everything I needed to. Working towards my goal of one day owning a financial advise company. Which was perfectly a male dominated space. Thankfully I ended up being highly successful working a long period apprenticeship after uni and then being offered a higher position at 24 in our sister company. I'd be silly not to accept.
This is where I met Max. A pale man in his late30s. He was gorgeous really, with plush lips and sharp features. I thought he might be gay at first but his obvious attraction to me and the lack of the classic gay voice confirmed I was wrong. Max seemed unsure of himself. His position didn't match his personality and I could clearly tell the authority he held made him uncomfortable. His initial desire for me made it clear he held no power over me. Especially when I'd catch him staring at my huge tits which were barely contained under my silk shirt. I mean I couldn't blame the poor guy being teased by a young, hot,blond clad in nylons and a mini skirt, what man wouldn't fall to his knees mouth wide tongue out. Seeing him for the first time you wouldn't think anything special but someone like myself can spot great potential. It's simple really, from how a man greets you in the morning or how they talk to other males. Spotting traits of someone not sure of themselves was simple when you caught the timid glances they'd give or the way their hands trembled slightly whenever you came to them with a question.
"Do you enjoy your job Max?" I would say eyebrow raised, sizing him and his position up, watching his lip gather sweat or the few seconds of uncertainty while he thought of his answer.
I would question him"you seem frightened of me, do I make you nervous?" which he would always reply with some variation of nervous word vomit. I could feel his masculinity gradually slipping with each question, feel his desire rise with each pathetic reply. I could feel he wanted to submit. See the spark in his as he became flustered.
Max was ideal. His body was lean, skinny, and looked the perfect height for sucking cunt. His fingers were long and gangly which encouraged the thought of watching them submerge themselves deep inside my cunt while I told him what a good boy he was. I enjoyed his shaggy black hair in contrast to my own blond. I enjoyed the natural confused look he held on his face at all times. I wanted him, I wanted him to be mine to serve me, i just needed to make him realise he wanted me.
In the conference room at work surrounded by our nameless colleagues was where I decided was the best time to make my move. I needed to get him hot, desperate and incredibly embarrassed making him realise he wanted to let me control him. I also needed to show him how much he'd enjoy it how free he'd feel under my heel. It was simple, I slipped my red heel off, letting my stocking covered toes crawl up and down his leg, his body tense and unsure but not resistant. His eyes immediately went bulbous as his head snapped to my attention exactly where I wanted it. I rubbed his legs sensually making my way to his thighs rubbing, teasing him until I was sure his cock was at full hardness, his tip pulsing, throbbing painfully with expectation. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever been touched by a woman before with how quickly he hardened. The prospect of being his first also made me exited.
Eventually I moved my toes to stroke his needy cock, slowly, painfully, feeling his length under my foot. Under his strained trousers his cock radiated with excitement as my toes made their way up and down feeling the wet patch his pre cum had inevitably made. With each stroke his face reddened with embarrassment, need and best of all desperation. I could feel his cock begging to cum begging for more, so close his hands shook with excitement, holding the pen which was supposed to be taking notes. His mouth was ajar, silent breaths spilling out, his eyes tranced looking at me as his desperate little needy cock was getting ready to cum for a woman who had barely even began. Getting ready to cum all over himself in the middle of the office which he was supposed to hold authority over. I moved my foot faster kneading the hard muscle expertly until I was sure he was about to burst.
Then I stopped. Moving my foot away from him and slipping it back into my red stiletto. Shifting my eyes away ignoring the desperate mess across from me. I could feel his embarrassment as the last of his masculinity had been snatched away.
When the meeting was over I let him scurry off to our shared office.
Walking in his eyes quickly snapped up to me and his fall began. "P-please don't leave me like this" he stuttered. Heat radiating from his facebegging me to fulfil the itch I know he knew not to scratch.
"Leave you like what?" i cooly replied. Turning away to pack my bag getting ready to leave.
"I-I, I needs to cum it hurts please, I-I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" I said turning my attention towards him. Taking in the imagine before me. As he sat at his desk fidgeting with a desperation in his eyes that made my pussy shiver.
I slowly made my way over to him. Once in front of him I watched at he took my body in seeming mesmerised with each curve he looked pathetic, defeated even.
"Beg"
"Please-"
"No" I cut in. "Beg properly" I said motioning to the floor."
He hesitated his eyes meeting mine trying to read me to see if I was serious. When I was unmoving with my stone expression he gently made his way toward my feet looking up through needy eyes and long beautiful eyelashes.
"Please I'm begging you just let me cum" he said his voice staggered, small, "I-I promise I'll do anything you want just please help me cum! I feel like I'm going to explode just from you looking at me" he said without much nervousness or uncertainty. Which only made me more exited. He was a quick learner.
"Do you want me to tell you how you can be a good boy and cum?" I cooed stroking the back of his scruffy head.
"Yes, yes please tell me I'll do anything you want!" he said nodding eagerly.
Tightening my grin I brought his face closer to my cunt. "If you want me to help you cum you have to make me cum."
His eyes filled with hesitation instantly which made me angry. I had to remind myself of his inexperience.
"I've never eaten cunt before" the word sounding silly coming from his unsure mouth.
"That's ok I'll help you, first your going to taste it" he nodded moving my mini skirt up most likely expecting my stoking to be tights. The excitement on his face was divine, and it only got better when he realised I had been wearing no panties. "Just run your tongue up and down, mmm just like that. Do you like the taste of my cunt Max?" His eyes were trained on mine as he softly nodded his head unsure. He was slow to begin with but he soon began eagerly licking for more.
"Ugh-ug, mmm your doing so well, now lick mummy clit back and forth, ugh fuck, yes just like that"
