(A fantasy we shared together, inspired by a random photograph found on the internet. This is intended to be stimulating and fun, a fantasy to be enjoyed, even played out with the proper precautions. We do not condone coercion for sexual favors in real life. - - -C&B)
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I sit on the cold tile floor, wearing only panties and black patent heels. I look up at her, my mistress, my expression carefully frightened and submissive.
She stands over me in only a garter belt and stockings, her heels an exact match to mine. Her expression is proud and mocking, signifying her knowledge of her power over me and my husband. Her nipples are erect in arousal. This is her thing, controlling both of us. It makes her hot.
She is my husband's boss.
"He won't be home for a bit. I sent him on an errand after work. How do you plan to amuse me until his arrival?"
I blink, my lower lip trembling. "I await your command, Mistress."
This makes her angry and she slaps her palm with the riding crop she keeps handy when she comes over.
"I suppose you think you'll just please me sexually, some ordinary way, and I'll forget your insolence?"
Another slap. Her palm is red. I hate that crop. It's thin and hard and it leaves welts.
I know.
I cower, my eyes on her shoes.
"No, Mistress, please punish me. I deserve your anger. I need to be corrected. Please?"
My sin was to not be ready when the front door opened. It's always unlocked, at her direction. We never know when she'll come over, but I am to prepare myself to her specification every night during the week. I dress in whatever she's sent over or whatever her secretary tells me when she calls and I wait, mostly on the tile floor in the bathroom.
She gave my husband a big bonus after the first year she became his employer. She owned us by then and she required us to spend it on remodeling the master bath to her specification. It's very elegant, but strangely only in black and white Italian tile.
It's a bitch to keep clean. I scrub it every day to look just like new, just as she taught me.
I scrub it because I hate that crop.
I should explain. My husband made an error at work that would cost them a lot of money. When she called him in to discuss it, he thought he would be fired. We live too well, enjoy our lives, and face it, we owe too much money for him to be fired.
When she offered him an alternative, he jumped at the chance to keep his job.
"Not so fast," she said. "Go home and discuss it with your wife. She knew about your error. It's her problem, too, and she will be part of the solution." He almost backed out, then, but she told him that not only would he be fired, that she could ensure he wouldn't work in their industry anywhere.
"Talk to her. Have her meet me for lunch tomorrow to give me your answer."
He just nodded and replied, "Yes, ma'am."
"Tell her to wear panties without a crotch if she agrees. If she doesn't she can tell me to fuck off and you can begin your new life, in poverty."
We talked that night. Not a long time. We liked our house and cars, our extensive travel, our things. And, after all, she's not unattractive, slender, trim, with shoulder-length blonde hair and ... well, let your imagination roam. I wouldn't call her beautiful, but I understand how someone could fall in love with her.
I just had time to run by Vicky's Secret before lunch.
The maitre'd lead me to a private booth near the back. Dressed in a severe business jacket, black silk blouse, and skirt, she just smiled at me when I walked up. The bra she wore permitted her nipples to tip the blouse. She patted the booth next to her and asked the maitre'd to bring me a champagne glass.
Champagne. She was drinking champagne to celebrate. She knew we'd agree.
She leaned over and kissed my cheek. She leaned back and I felt her hand under my skirt. She didn't have to check, but she did anyway. That was to put me in my place. What was once mine, shared with my husband, was now hers, too. I felt her fingers stroke the silky fabric, then explore my middle. Her fingers caressed my hair, tickled the labia, penetrated me. Her other arm pulled me over so she could reach deep inside.
Possessing me as intimately as possible.
