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.
Too good to be true. Chapter 02.
Ben wheeled in the last box from his car, breathing heavily from the continuous work of the last 30 minutes. These boxes of paperwork were heavy and he was glad the sack-barrow, he had been able to borrow from Sarah, was up to the job carrying 4 at a time into the building and upstairs. He still had to lift them out of his car, and that was what had tired him out.
"Last load!" he shouted, calling to the office where his sons were working. Simon was connecting up various computers and monitors, having put the server in a separate office so it was out of the way, while James was dealing with e-mails and messages, to keep the business ticking over during the move.
They had both helped their dad with the first load of boxes, even though neither were what you could call 'ripped'. In fact, both were badly out of condition having worked at 'desk' jobs all their (short) working lives, so they had soon resorted to doing other work that was less taxing on their 'muscles'.
James was the elder - 24 years-old, 5'5" tall - same as his dad - and skinny as a rake, weighing marginally over 110lbs. His foppish haircut made him look about 18, and he was always having to carry id with him, a fact that annoyed him much more than it should have. He was "a good kid" by all accounts though and had never been a bother to his parents.
Simon had been a nuisance to his parents, having been in trouble a few times, even though he looked less like a 'bad boy' than anyone you could imagine. He was similarly short like his dad, coming in at 5'7", and was about 150lbs. He had a round ''baby' face which helped him get away with things. He had probably been let off by the police for minor infractions several times due to him looking so young. He was almost 22 years-old but looked closer to 16.
Diane had met Ben and his sons when they arrived with the first load and had shown them to their new 'home', leaving the keys with Ben, and offering them use of the communal kitchen if they needed a drink. They found the facilities and put a couple of drinks cans in the fridge for later and had decided to get sandwiches for lunch, instead of going to find somewhere to eat.
Diane was delighted with Ben's sons, seeing that they were so skinny - and looked weak - weaker than her daughters, that was for sure. She would introduce them later, and let the girls choose which one they wanted to play with. The boys would not have a choice, of course, and any dissent would be swiftly dealt with.
Ben dumped the last load of boxes in a cupboard and took the sack barrow back to reception and gave it to Sarah, thanking her for the use.
"No problem, Ben," she said, "I am glad you have good manners and are polite. I do not think surliness or bad manners are appreciated here. One of your boys let a door shut in front of Bron earlier and I do not think she was particularly happy. Better have a word!"
He thanked her for letting him know and returned to their new office to have a chat with the boys. It would not be good to get off on a poor footing so soon.
Taking a seat, and telling the boys to sit down too, he started to explain the conditions of their occupancy of these offices, which were very different from most conditions, and that they would never find a better deal. He told them they needed to be VERY deferential to the women in NON-Design, and act as nicely as they could. He mentioned about the door (which James took responsibility for) and suggested they pretend they were at Aunt Jenny's home - a place where poor behaviour was resolved with a firm word, and an even firmer cane. There had been a couple of times when Simon's hands had tingled with pain having taken a stroke of the cane to his palm for some minor breach of her house-rules!
They both said they would be very nice and kind to their hosts and sent a 'thank you' e-mail to Diane for their workspace.
There was no reply!
Finally, everything was either put away, or set out on their desks, and it looked like a real office ready for business. Simon had taken the seat in the far corner, by the storage cupboards, leaving James to take the desk by the window. Ben had the desk nearest the door, where he could see anyone coming in.
It was almost 3pm and it seemed that nobody had found the e-mails they had sent out with their new address details, so they were all just sitting chatting. James said he would go and apologise to Bron, asking where her office was. Ben tried to describe the route and ended up taking James almost to the door. He reminded him to be on his best behaviour.
James opened the door and looked in. The two people sat at desks working quietly on their computers looked up, regarding him as he walked into the centre of the room and asked which was Bron? He could see they were very similar, and did not want to guess! He could also see that they both had huge breasts, stretching the cotton t-shirts they both wore. He decided they were both really 'hot', and their bodies, although bigger than he preferred, were still great. They also seemed to be really fit, with clearly defined muscles in their arms. The woman on his left said that she was. James stepped closer to her and started to apologise for his misstep.
"Words! Words! Tut...." Bron said. "We believe in actions here, not words. Get on your knees on the floor and make a proper apology to me!"
"What?..... er..... how?" he managed to stutter out.
"Kiss my shoes," she said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Both shoes, three times each!"
James just looked at her, totally confused, unsure if this was part of the agreement for them having these offices.
"Come on, dummy! Get down there. You are lucky we have not been out today, so they are still clean. Do NOT make me tell you again!"
James dropped slowly to his knees, and waddled across to the desk Bron was working at. She had spun her chair to the side, so her feet were easy to get to. 'At least I do not have to crawl under the desk, he thought'.
He puckered his lips and chose her right foot first, kissing the patent black shoe three times. As he moved across to the left foot, she said there was a small spot of dust or something on the instep, and he should lick that off first. He looked up to see if she was teasing him, but her expression was neutral, so he did as she asked - no 'demanded'!
"There, not too difficult, was it?" Bron asked, as James surfaced from under the edge of the desk. "What do you say now?"
He looked up at her seeming to fill his whole vision and said "Okay?" He saw a flash of anger in her expression, but she held it in, and said "You should have thanked me!"
