I'm at work. An e-mail pings from a colleague, a woman, older than me who I have worked with briefly. It says to put on my headphones and listen to the attached audio. I look up and her smile at me and nod. I put my headphones on and click the file.
Her voice fills my ears, so close and intimate, almost ASMR and I get the same shivers as she says
"Hello boy, I'm going to talk about your cock. Do not look up. Do not touch it. Do not leave your seat!"
Her voice is sultry and continues telling me, very definitely, how she will own my cock, make it hard and take control of it. I feel myself clench and I do start to become aroused.
My mind focuses on her words and with every minute I listen the rest of the office fades and all I can think of is giving in. When the file finishes my cock is swollen but her final words ring in my ears.
"Come to my desk boy and ask for a file. I want to see how much of a toy you are for me already!"
I cannot resist and she smiles as I stand with an obvious bulge and walk over, part embarrassed, mostly aroused.
She gives me the file which contains a note with an address and a time and the stark, simple instruction. "Be there."
Later, in the dark I check my watch outside the address. As the final second ticks away I knock and wait. Ten seconds. Twenty, thirty, one minute. Perhaps I have the wrong idea. I wait another minute, unable to tear myself away from the spot. Finally the door opens revealing the subdued light of a hallway. "Come in boy," she says, clearly a command to be obeyed and I step over the threshold. She is dressed in a white shirt, several buttons open to reveal deep cleavage and clearly no bra is necessary. Tight black leather pants and high heel stiletto boots complete the simple but sexy outfit. The red soles are prominent and a glinting diamond necklace highlights the exclusive lifestyle she obviously leads.
"Hello boy."
The way she says it triggers something and my cock throbs. "Good." Her smile, on deep red lips catches me and I cannot stop watching her mouth as she instructs me to kneel. My mind is racing for reasons and logic and sense but my body moves to place my knees on the hard tiled floor where I wait.
"Very good. If you keep this up I promise you will have the night of your life and experience pleasure you never thought possible. Do you want that boy? You may answer 'yes Domina'. If you cannot or will not do so you will leave. So what is it to be?"
Her dark blue eyes, liquid pools, stare down demanding and answer, her full red lips have a harsh amusement on them. My mouth is dry, throat tight and I struggle to respond.
"Yes domina."
"Louder boy!" She snaps.
"Yes domina I want to stay."
"Good boy. Now strip. Your new life needs new clothes. Strip and follow me."
My hesitancy earns a sharp "hurry up," and I rush to remove everything and then follow her, my semi hard cock swinging as she walks quickly down the hall and through a heavy door and down dark stairs. The thoughts in my head swirl faster and faster as I descend. Has she hypnotised me? Am I doing this because I want it? What is going to happen?
I nearly stumble but when she reaches the bottom she flicks a switch and light floods the room now coming into view. Dark walls, red drapes, padded leather gym style equipment, a table with straps, a large St Andrew cross, and a chair with a cut-away seat. It all paints an extremely vivid picture as I look around.
"Welcome to my playroom boy. We are going to have fun tonight and on many more occasions in many ways if you please me."
Naked, my body gives me away with a twitch of my cock. I am a fit man, physically larger than she is but what is happening here is not about that kind of dominance. This is about how she has such a grasp of my darkest fantasies that she can use them to control me. And it excites me.
She takes a seat and crosses her legs.
"On your knees." I obey instantly, feeling the cold, hard floor as I kneel down and wait.
"Lick my boots."
I bend my head and lick the cool, smooth, leather leaving a trail of shining wetness.
"Do it like you love it boy, " she snaps and pushes the toe into my mouth. My jaw opens wide and I lick under the sole as she starts to push in and out.
She continues like this for a minute and my breathing is becoming ragged, my lips wet with saliva I am unable to swallow. She pulls her foot back and slides it down my chest and stomach, causing a sharp intake of breath and my muscles to contract. Her boot continues its journey until it is pressing down on my cock. She looks down at the sticky mark my aroused cock has left. With a tut she points one carefully manicured red nail and I know what I must do. I bend my head and lick up the precum.
She lifts the boot up to my face once more showing me the sole and I move my mouth to it and kiss it softly. Kissing all over it as she presses it harder against my face.
"The heel!"
Her two words break into my brain and without any further instruction I begin to suck lunging forward trying to take it all.
"Oh no, do take care boy, I don't want you to hurt yourself. That's my job if I so choose. Just suck it, I will dictate how deep. "
My mind is working but only enough to comprehend and follow her commands. Obediently doing as she says and waiting for the next instruction. I feel like a puppet, a toy, but the throbbing of my cock tells me I'm loving it.
Her heel slides deeper to the back of my tongue and she carefully edges it further. I know what is next and relax as women have done for me. I want to control this, to allow the heel deep, to please her. My gag reflex is strong and as my throat contracts she pulls back with a laugh.
"Good try boy, want another go?"
I breathe deeply and swallow before answering. A firm. "Yes domina." before opening my mouth to receive the long, slim heel once more.
The smooth stiletto slides along my tongue slowly and further back. Now I know how it will feel before I gag, I am ready and relax to allow the tip into my throat. It's a good job too as she doesn't stop this time continuing till the shining red sole at the widest part of the heel is pressed against my lips. I must look like a slut.
She reaches down and grabs my hair with one first pulling me harder against her boot.
"Good fucking boy, you're doing well. I think it's time we moved on!"
Swiftly her other boot pushes my chest and I fall back, my dick slapping my stomach as I end up on my back.
"Don't move, lay there and gaze up at your domina. Your goddess. Take a good look boy, because if you're good tonight you'll serve me and I'll make you so very very happy. There will be pleasure. So much pleasure!"
This woman stands tall above me, one foot each side of my chest, long legs in tight leather, white shirt cinched at the waist, stretched across her firm tits, long blonde hair cascading down. "Goddess is right," I think to myself.
"Stand up."
"I said stand up. Boy!"
Her voice loud, my reverie smashed by her boot on my chest.
"Now!"
I scramble up and stand still while she walks to a bench and selects something which as she turns back I can see is a heavy leather collar. Attached around it are thick metal rings. When she returns I am commanded to kneel down and when I do so she slides the leather around my neck and pulls it tight, yanking my body backwards so I have to work to keep my balance.
"Mm," she purrs, "I do love seeing your muscles work, and when they work for me it makes me," she leans down and whispers, "makes me wet!"
My dick jerks and she laughs.
"Ok boy, I'm going to fasten this with a padlock, you are mine when it snicks closed, you will wear it all the time, you will feel incomplete without it and if you are no longer worthy I will take it away. Do you understand?"
"Yes domina." I reply and immediately the lock clicks closed.
"You better hope that's the only padlock I use on your body boy!"
"Now get up on the bench here, lay on your back and spread your arms and legs."
