After a long hiatus I have started to write again - just lost my motivation, nothing else. I am hoping this will turn out to be another long story series but have only worked out about 3 or 4 chapters so far.
As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.
As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18 and none of their actions are illegal in my country of residence.
Onto our main feature......
Too good to be true. Chapter 01.
Life can deal you a bad hand at times, and often that bad hand becomes a bonus for someone else. Diane Newman-O'Neill was going to become the beneficiary of Ben Steele's misfortune and was at the perfect stage in her life to make the most of her luck. Neither knew of the other yet, but that would soon change.
Ben sat in the café next to the Court House where he had spent too many hours recently. He had lost his wife to a malignant cancer and had lost the subsequent court case despite the judge sympathising with his predicament. It was just one of those things and the hospitals had not been negligent in her care. Ben was desolate at the loss of his wife, and the likely loss of his business once he had paid the court and legal costs. He had already decided to leave the city, with his sons, and start anew somewhere he had never visited before. Somewhere that might be cheap, now he had lost a lot of his income and assets.
He gazed into the coffee cup, trying to work out how best to explain to his two sons, James and Simon, that their comfortable life was likely over.
**** Three weeks later ****
Diane Newman-O'Neill was intrigued. She was looking out of the window of her office, on the second floor of the modern office block which housed her business, "NON-Design", one of the top design agencies in the whole city, and was focused on a man, in the square outside, who seemed to be thinking about coming in, but was clearly uncertain at the same time. He had walked around the square a few times, sat on one of the stone walls, looked at the building Diane was in, and had even photographed it with his camera. Eventually he made his decision and approached the building, taking the single side door into the lobby.
"Good afternoon, Sir!" the receptionist called to him, "Are you here for a meeting? Who is your contact?"
"Oh, no. Sorry," Ben replied, looking more at the floor than at the receptionist. "I was hoping to speak to someone about the empty part of the building, between here and the car park."
"Ah, I think you will need to speak to the owner of the building, but she is generally very busy and may not be able to see you today. Are you able to wait?" she asked. Ben confirmed he had nothing else planned, so would wait, if that would be ok?
Sarah, the receptionist, pointed to a seating area and advised him to take a seat and wait. She was not being brusque with him, but he looked at her with downcast eyes and shuffled across the lobby to the bright orange seats, taking one right at the back.
Sarah phoned Ally, the facilities manager, but she was unable to help, so decided to phone Diane direct. She knew Diane did not like unplanned callers but was not certain who else to try. Diane answered very quickly and listened whilst Sarah explained that a man was here to find out about the empty part of the building, and that she had no idea who to speak to. She knew there was no board on the walls or windows which might advise who the contact was.
"Is that the guy in the black jacket, who has been outside for about 10 minutes?" Diane asked.
"Yes, he has been out there a while. I wondered what he was doing as he does not look like any of our regular clients, and I have not seen him before!" Sarah knew all their regulars by sight, having been the main receptionist for almost 2 years.
"I will come down and speak to him. Just for a change I am caught up with urgent work and this should only take a few minutes. Tell him to wait, and I will be there in a moment."
Sarah relayed the message to Ben who said 'thanks' in reply.
The bell 'dinged' as the elevator arrived, and Diane strutted out. She liked to portray herself as the lady in charge, and her heels clicked sharply on the tiled floor. She held herself very straight and kept eye contact with Ben the whole time she walked across to him. He saw her coming towards him, and presumed, correctly, that she was looking for him, so stood and moved out from the back row of seats.
"Hello, nice to meet you!" Diane said, raising her voice slightly from normal, "How can I help you?"
"I was looking for business offices and saw that your building looks to have a small empty section. I was wondering who to contact to find out the details, size, cost, infrastructure, etc. You know......" his voice faded as he saw her eyes staring directly into his.
'Blue, bright blue!' he thought. 'She had beautiful blue eyes!
Diane stood before him, noting his stance had shrunk, as though he was trying to blend into the surroundings and said, "I am the person you need to speak to; this whole building is owned by me."
Ben had always had a respectful attitude towards women, and beautiful ones especially. Diane was beautiful, he decided. She was clearly someone who was in charge and liked people to know it. She stood around 5ft 11inches tall (in her heels, he noted), with a slightly big, perhaps chubby body, probably just over 200lbs he assessed. He could tell she knew how to dress to suit her build, and the charcoal-coloured business suit was perfectly cut to 'slim' her body. Her large breasts (36H, he would find out later, with a 30-inch waist and 40-inch hips) were contained in a crisp white blouse, pushing it out and filling the jacket. She wore heels - he had noticed the sound of her steps on the tiles as she walked - and black pantyhose, or stockings. Her blonde hair was shoulder-length and cut with a bias on the left side, and framed an attractive face with a smooth jaw, soft looking, bright red lips and a roman nose. And those bright blue eyes!!
Ben found he was looking up to her face, gazing at her rather longer than was appropriate. He was only 5ft 5inches tall and had always wished he was taller. He was 46 years old and had that kind of 'dad bod' that said, 'I am reasonably fit, but do not exercise.' He was, she had decided, an 'average' man.
"Let's go up to my office and see what information I can find about the facilities, conditions and size. Size always matters most!!" She looked at him to see if he would look down again, or stare back at her; He looked down. She smiled, realising he was acting like a submissive; a status she could REALLY use to her benefit.
They took the elevator up to the second floor. Diane took Ben into a side office where a couple of women were working on computers. They glanced at him, but saw nothing that interested them, so returned to their work.
"Okay, here is the documentation from when I bought the building. Let's go into my office and see what it tells us."
They took the file into Diane's office and she opened it at the desk. They pored over the documents, sorting them into useful, or not immediately needed. Ben seemed to understand what would be needed, and had placed them to his left, away from Diane. He wanted to see if he could spot the rental cost before she did, so he could decide if he could afford it. He was unable to spot it, but they found the floor plans, details of electric and phone sockets, general measurements and various other specific details, and took them across to the coffee table to look through them.
