The Chip

This story is fiction and is about female domination. It's about femdom because I really like stories about women who are in control of themselves and the men they come into contact with, especially if she has great legs. If female domination is not to your liking don't read any farther. Negative comments about this story are not appreciated especially if you must hide behind the title 'anonymous'. All characters in the story are at least 21 years of age.

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It had been over seven years since Tom McMillan got the terrible news that both his parents were killed in a tragic automobile accident just outside Roanoke, Virginia. Tom had just gotten home from college and had barely put his belongings away when there was a knock on the door. A Pennsylvania State Policeman was there to tell him the news no one ever wants to hear and Tom was devastated. He was an only child so he had no siblings to contact to tell them the bad news. He also didn't have any close relatives. Tom was alone.

Six months later Tom graduated and was still feeling the pain of losing his parents, especially since no family members were there to share what should have been a joyous time for him finishing college. His mother and father always told him they were proud of him and could hardly wait to see him graduate with his degree. It was very sad and lonely for him, having to go through funeral arrangements and all the legalities involved with the inheritance.

His parents had been pretty well off and Tom inherited a nice sum of money and the 2-story house he grew up in. A pretty good football player in college, Tom had hoped to be drafted into the NFL and earn a nice paycheck in professional sports, but the word from the teams' scouts was that he was too slow to play professionally. Thankfully he earned a degree in college and he felt he had the credentials to get a nice position somewhere when he was ready. But there was just too much going on in his life and he decided to take it easy for awhile.

***** (2 years later)

Tom was getting ready to join the work force but before he did he wanted one last fling at the shores of the Atlantic Ocean in Delaware. His parents always took him to Rehoboth Beach for several weeks during the summer and he wanted to try to recall some of the great times they had during his childhood.

It was while Tom was at Rehoboth Beach one sunny afternoon that his life changed tremendously. He was eating early dinner alone at an upscale restaurant when he noticed a beautiful auburn haired woman dining by herself. She reminded him of a younger Natalie Wood, the late actress who drowned years ago in a boating accident off the coast of California. As Tom waited for his meal the two of them made eye contact and when she smiled at him he felt movement in his crotch. He waited a few minutes to make sure she WAS alone and when he was positive she was he got up from his table and casually walked over to her.

"Good afternoon. May I join you?" he said.

With the prettiest smile one could imagine she said, "Sure. I would love it."

He pulled out a chair and after he sat down he said, "My name is Tom, Tom McMillan. You don't have some big burly guy about to return who will knock my block off, do you?"

"Not that I know of! Glad to meet you, Tom Tom McMillan. Do you get many comments on your name, Tom Tom?" she asked kiddingly.

"No, it's not Tom Tom. It's Tom," he answered seriously.

"I know! I'm just teasing you. And thanks for joining me," she said. "And, oh, by the way. My name is Ashley, Ashley Owens."

"So is this where I come back with Ashley Ashley Owens, or should I just stop?" he asked.

"That wouldn't be very original, now, would it? And just call me Ashley, okay?" she continued.

"Fine. Ashley Okay it is!" he replied jokingly.

"Now that's cute," she said to him. "Do you do standup comedy or just from your chair?" And both of them laughed together.

He then signaled to his waitress, and when she came over he nicely asked her to transfer his dinner to where he was now sitting. "Oh, and also, could you put her bill on my tab?"

"Now, Tom, you don't have to do that," Ashley said.

"I know, but I would like to. After all, it's not everyday a man like me gets to dine with the most beautiful woman in the restaurant," he said.

"Aww, that's very nice," she said, "but if you think comments like that will get you in bed with me, think again! It will at least take some flowers!... Just kidding! I'm not that easy. And what brings you to the beach?"

"I just graduated from college and I used to spend a lot of time here as a child in Rehoboth. I love the beaches here. And you?"

"And 'you' what?" she softly teased.

"What brings you to this area?" he asked, thinking she was a klutz and didn't hear or get his question.

"I know, I know. Just teasing you again. I also love the beach. I only live about 5 miles away, in Lewes. Ever since I was a child my mom and dad would bring me here and I really loved it. I especially loved just lying on the beach getting a tan and watching all the people," she said. "So tell me more about yourself, Tom," she continued, "what's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this? Are you originally from Delaware? Where do your parents live?"

"First let me compliment you on a lovely tan. Sorry to be so forward but I love a beautiful woman with a nice, deep tan. I know it takes a lot of work and time to get that way. Anyway, I'm not originally from Delaware. I grew up in Pennsylvania, near Harrisburg, and Mom and Dad would bring me down here every summer. I usually made some good friends for the time we were here and I ALWAYS had a great time."

"My parents were both killed in a tragic automobile accident outside Roanoke, Virginia a few years ago and now I'm alone. I played football in college and was hoping to land a spot on an NFL team but the word from the scouts was that I was too slow to play professionally. So now I am looking for a job somewhere even though my parents left me a home and a nice sum of money that will last me for the rest of my life if I invest it properly."

"What kind of position are you looking for?" she said a little more seriously. "I might be able to help you. When my mom and dad passed away about ten years ago I was left with a nice sum of money, too, from a business that Dad had built up. Dad liked to futz around with his hands and he invented a gadget that helped cars run more efficiently. You know, better gas mileage. When the oil companies got wind of that they bought him out and he made a killing with the promise that he had to stop making that doo dad for cars. Instead he came up with a gadget that works on motorcycles. The oil people didn't care about that since bikes already get great gas mileage. So here I am, stuck with a lot of money and running a company that makes something that helps some people but not most."

"Why do you do it if there's not much call for it?"

"There's not much call for it here in the States. But can you imagine the need for it in those countries where the main mode of transportation is a bike? The oil companies don't care about it but the people with the bikes do! The Bahamas, Bermuda, all over Asia, and even Europe. And it has begun to pop up in Australia too. Plus having that building keeps me out of trouble, at least most of the time."

"So if you're looking for a job, and you don't mind working for an older woman, I might be able to help you, depending on your credentials of course."

"Well, what type credentials are you looking for? I would be very interested in getting a job, especially working for you," Tom replied. "But what is there to do if you don't make much?"

"We don't do any of the manufacturing here. It's all done in the countries where the gadget is needed. So I need people here for the factory managers to have someone to contact when they need us. You are very personable and you're bright so I could use you," Ashley said. "That's two plusses for you. Of course I would have to see your school records and life history. I do all the hiring at my place so it's all up to me. I also like that you say you love a woman with a nice tan. I'll explain that to you someday IF you get a job."

"I can hardly wait!" he said. "I mean, to hear about your tan."

Ashley continued, "As for me, I'm 42 years of age, I'm single, and I'm into animal rescue. I got involved with that because the poor little creatures can't speak or fend for themselves. I have two dogs at home that were very close to being put down and I couldn't take that. So I not only adopted them but I also bought out that place where I got them and it's now a no-kill operation. And it's housed in this very building where we are. I am on the third floor, the doctor's on the second floor, and the animal rescue facility is on the first floor. Underneath all that is a parking garage with an elevator for those who don't want to walk the steps."

"That's a fantastic setup! And I hate it when people, and I use that term very loosely, abuse poor little animals. I guess that makes them feel tough or something, I don't know. And you say you're 42?" he asked. "You sure don't look 42!"

"How old do I look?" she asked.

"You look more like 30 or even a few years younger," he said. "And the more I look at you the prettier you seem to get."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Tom!" she exclaimed. "You be in my office Monday morning at 9 and I will take care of you. Promise!" Ashley said joyously.

*****

All weekend long Tom took it easy, lounging around in his motel room watching sports or whatever he felt like doing, spending time on the beach looking at all the pretty girls. He was amazed how sexy many of them looked. And all the while he eagerly awaited his meeting with Ms. Owens, to see what type job she had in mind for him and of course to see her pretty self again.

On Monday morning when he arrived at her office he was told by the secretary to go right in, that Ms. Owens was expecting him. She WAS expecting him and when he walked in to her office he was in awe. Her office was as large as his spacious living room back at his home in Pa. There was a huge mahogany desk in the middle of the room as you entered, and there was a ten foot wet bar in the rear, filled with any drink one could imagine. She had alcoholic drinks, soft drinks, bottled water, and wine. Also Ashley had a comfortable looking sofa and two stuffed chairs off to the right side as one entered.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she said to him. "Would you like a drink?"

"Thank you," he said. "That would be great. What do you have without caffeine?"

"I have some root beer if you would like that," she replied.

"Root beer would be great!" he said back to her. "No alcohol for me. I only do that leisurely and not during working hours."

Tom followed her with his eyes as she arose from her cushioned seat and walked back to the bar. After pouring a root beer into a glass she walked over to the seating area and handed him his drink. She was wearing a very short mini-skirt with a hem that stopped halfway up her beautifully tanned thighs. She stood in front of him showing off her great legs. "Well, how do you like them? Are they tan enough for you?" she asked jokingly. He estimated her to be about 5'8" tall.

Tom caught up with the friendly tone of her voice and said back to her, "Not to be smart but pantyhose CAN make one's legs look almost as dark as she wants and can even make them glisten."

"I'll let you in on a little secret, Tom. I NEVER wear pantyhose or any hose at all on my legs. So the hue AND the gleam is all mine."

Tom gulped a little bit after taking a sip of his soda and softly said to her, "Wow! They're gorgeous." And at that Ashley sat down on the sofa opposite him and as she did her skirt was hiked up on her thighs even more and to the point that he thought he caught a glimpse of her dark panties.

"Go ahead, you may look. I never wear panties either! What you might have seen and thought to be my panties is my neatly trimmed pussy!"

Tom at once felt his 6 inch cock get hard and it wasn't something that Ashley missed. "I see THAT got you a bit aroused," she said as she nodded to his crotch area. "Little bit of pussy and some great legs and you get all excited? I'm gonna love THAT!" she teased.

Damn, girl, he thought to himself, you have no idea how much I would like to lick your cunt and make you feel great!

"Well, I told you that I would have a position for you if you came in and I DO keep my word," she said. "Besides, Tom, I like you. I like you a lot. But before we go too far I will need you to go see our company doctor to make sure your health is good. Let me see here. Yes, she's in today if you have the time to see her. Shall I call her?"

"Sure, I'm fine with that," Tom said.

Ashley hit the intercom button and her secretary, Traci, answered. "Traci, dear, could you call Dr. Haruki and see if she can see a prospective employee today? Thanks and please let me know. It's for Tom McMillan and he has the time to see her today."

Ashley and Tom dabbled in small talk until Traci buzzed back. "The doctor said she can see him in about fifteen minutes if that's okay."

Tom nodded and Ashley said back to Traci that it would be fine and could she make sure the appointment was made. Tom was thinking to himself that he was so glad he met Ashley at that restaurant because she was not only a beautiful woman with gorgeous legs but it also seemed like the two of them would become an item in the company and who knows where that might lead.

*****

Tom went to the doctor's office for his physical but he wasn't very concerned since he knew he was in great health and was young enough to go through almost anything. "Hi, Dr. Haruki, my name is Tom McMillan and Ashley, I mean Ms. Owens, sent me to see you for a physical as I'm about to start employment here." Tom was stunned when he first laid eyes on Dr. Haruki. She was a spitting image of South Korean Jin Baek, the 5'6" 155 pound plus-sized super model. Dr. Haruki was Asian, also, with short cropped dark hair and big beautiful legs just like Ms. Baek.

"Yes, Mr. McMillan, I was expecting you. Here, sit down so I can go over your medical history and ask you some questions." Wow, Tom thought, are ALL the employees here so damn beautiful? Ashley is a knockout, Traci is gorgeous, and now Dr. Haruki is a beautiful brunette with great legs and the sexiest of smiles. Plus she looked like she could be a sister to Jin Baek! I MUST get a job here! Tom had to quickly think of something else or his dick would become a bulge in his pants and how would he hide that?

After the doctor finished asking Tom the questions and going over the normal things like checking his heart rate, his blood pressure, and the other tests, she had him lie face down on a small table in the room. "Everything looks great so far, Tom. As you lie here I want to give you a small injection that we use to test you for patience and understanding. It's something Ms. Owens requires but you first must sign this consent form," she said as she put the form and a pen in front of Tom's face as he lay there. He wondered to himself if the test is so meaningless why must he sign a consent form but he signed it anyway. As soon as he signed the paper that he didn't bother to read Dr. Haruki quickly clamped his wrists to the table. As he was trying to figure what happened she quickly went to the other end of the table and clamped his ankles to it too.

"What the hell are you doing?" he screamed. "Let me up!"

"This won't hurt much, or at least I am told it doesn't. But whatever! You're still getting the shot anyway!" she said as she placed a gag over his mouth to prevent him from screaming again. She then calmly inserted the needle in the back of his neck. It hurt like hell but when he went to scream all he could do was mumble because of the gag she put on him. The shot she gave him not only inserted a chip under his skin but it also put him under in a few moments.

"Ms. Owens, this is Dr. Haruki. It all went well with Mr. McMillan. He now has the chip in his neck and it is programmed so he will be totally under your voice command. He's asleep right now but when he wakes up in about twenty minutes, and after I am sure he's out of his daze, I will instruct him to go to your office and see you. You know what to do then, just like you did with the others who are under your command."

"Thank you so much, Doctor. I will be looking for him.'

*****

When Tom McMillan arrived back at Ms. Owens' office he was told by Traci to go right in, that Ms. Owens was waiting for him. The door was already ajar so he walked in to see her and find out if his physical went fine. Ashley was sitting on the sofa, her tanned legs crossed in a very provocative way, and she motioned for him to sit on the same chair he sat on earlier.

"Well, Tom, Dr. Haruki said all went very well and you are free to be employed here. Do you still want a job?" she asked.

"Yes, I do, thank you. What type position is it, Ashley?" he asked.

"It'll be one that you will learn to accept, one that you will learn to do well so you can please me, one that you will be very happy to do whatever I tell you. Your position will be as a personal servant and in obedience to me no matter what I tell you. So get on your knees at once!" He wasn't sure why he did it but he obeyed her command and dropped to his knees immediately.

"But what if I don't want to do that?" he asked.

"You really have no choice! Your reply is exactly what I expected, especially since the previous five slaves all said the same thing. And guess what, my boy? They're all still slaves. You can't escape from me," she said with a big smile on her pretty face.

"You're not going to get away with this, you bitch!" he said as he arose and began to charge at her.

"On your knees NOW!" she shouted without even flinching, and Tom dropped to the floor again. "Now put your arms behind your back as if you're tied up. And just keep them there until I release you. You're no different than the others. At first you all try to defy me but you will slowly learn to obey me until the day WILL arrive when you accept your position as being under my authority. Then you will do whatever I say with no complaining. Once that happens I might even let you lick my sweet pussy."

Tom sat on the floor in front of his new owner and tried to move his arms, but even though he wasn't tied up his arms were locked in behind his back. He tried to get 'untied' but no matter what he did he couldn't free himself.

"Go ahead, keep trying to free yourself! It's impossible because I want you to keep your arms behind your back. Pull and push and yank until you wear yourself out. Just like the others did," she said. After about fifteen minutes without success he did indeed wear himself out. He was exhausted and just sat in front of her with his head resting on his chest. He was a defeated man!

Ashley, still sitting on the sofa, spread her great legs and told Tom to crawl over to her and put his head between her thighs. "Here, just rest your tired self against my thighs. My pussy is right there, too, but don't touch. You may look and smell that wonderful aroma but no tasting. That will come later. For now I just want you to realize what you could be having if you hadn't tried to disobey me. Doesn't it look so nice and doesn't it smell so wonderful? Answer me," she said softly. She purposely hadn't showered that morning so her perfectly trimmed cunt wouldn't be so fresh smelling in case she ordered Tom to be in a position to have to inhale her sexy aroma.

Tom removed his head from her smooth, tanned thighs and looked up into her face. "Yes," was about all his spent self could say. Ashley sensed a rebellious attitude from him so she phoned Dr. Haruki to ask her about it.