It had happened again, the rejection. I had been watching her in secrecy for a long time, not brave enough to tell her what I felt, I had reached far beyond normal dreaming. I was fantasizing about making it with her, while I enjoyed my masturbatory fantasies about the willing Janice getting the chance to satisfy me. Taking her time to seduce me into her lair where she would drain me through her lustful body.
So in my own built up depression, I found myself returning to and an old friend: pornography. It's a little less exciting than fantasizing about someone real, but it gave me a sense of satisfaction that came with little or no risk of getting hurt when my object of lust turns out to be uninterested, which was the case so many times before. As long as I was going to be fantasizing anyway, I might as well protect my feelings. So, I went home brought forth my story files of pornographic nature. Most of the stories had been found on the internet, from various sites, some were written by me. What they all had in common was that they involved dominant women, where men were seduced by the women for different reasons. Sometimes so that he would perform tasks which in some cases were illegal, other times she would deny him the pleasure of orgasm simply because it made her feel good.
The story that aroused me the most was about being seduced by a friendly, but dominant woman, at the office. I had written the story myself and on numerous occasions hoped it would happen with any one of the gorgeous secretaries. I wasn't hoping for a dominant woman dressed in leather, whose only goal was to hurt, degrade, embarrass or humiliate a man. Of course there were no problems finding stories like that on the net. All you needed to do was type in the word "femdom" or similar in any search engine and they would pop up. No, my kind of dominant woman would be a Mistress who perfected the art of seduction, and who would use the control she gained to get what she wanted. Done in a perfectly controlling manner without any pain involved. Everything she would get me to do would be through the strength she gained from controlling me, with an ability to persuade and seduce. I'd do what she wanted because she would make me aroused that I couldn't say no to her, not because of fear or by being forcefully overpowered, but rather from the risk of losing the feelings she would produce in me.
I could see from my database which stories I had read most, and decided to print out those stories that were read the most, knowing that I would probably enjoy reading those first. There was no toner in the laser printer, so I picked out a disc from the shelves, and saved the files instead. While the computer worked I went to the kitchen and had some nuked lasagna. I would be able to print out the stories later at work. I would place the printed stories in a folder which I could have at hand if I felt the need to run off to the restroom and jerk off. I knew of restrooms which didn't have open booths, and it would be secure to stroke myself there.
The next day I arrived at work early, and inserted the disc in the disc drive, and quickly listed them all to be printed. I could hear the disc being read and saw indicators showing that information was sent away to the printer. I walked down the hall to the shared printer and stood waiting for a while, but nothing came out. I checked to see that there was paper in the tray, and there was. I walked back to my computer to see if there had been any communications problems, but all was in order. This all started to puzzle me, what was going on? I looked once, I looked twice, and that was when I noticed that the printer was set to send the information to another network printer. It was located on the other side of the building, and I started running. God in heaven, hopefully no one was working yet.
Cornering into the next corridor I almost crashed into a woman. She was a brunette, about 25 and had a really nice figure. She was wearing a long red summer dress that stuck to her slender body like glue, and I shouted a simple 'Excuse me' while I rushed off. In the corner of my eye I saw her walking away swinging her hips. I found myself enjoying the fraction of a second that I saw swaying ass and lush body.
The printer was empty, but the indicators were showing that the memory contained information to be printed. I looked around but found no paper, so I pressed a few buttons and cleared the memory. It had been to close, I really should be more careful, I thought to myself as I walked back to my office. I heard voices down the hall and decided that I would have to print out the stories later. I ejected the disc and placed it in my pocket. The disc was safe, it had various security systems, so I wasn't scared of someone trying to see what it contained, but still it felt good to know where it was.
"Hey come on, the meeting is about to start."
I took my papers and walked down the corridor to the conference room where the staff meeting was being held. Luckily, the meeting wasn't as boring as it normally was, and I found I enjoyed listening to all that was said. The hours went quickly by, and it ended just 15 minutes before it was time to go home, but I did have some things to do that would be better off doing immediately rather than waiting until the next day.
Sitting down behind my desk again, with the intention of finishing the presentation that I was working on, I found that I had received a note on the internal messenger system.
"Call me before 5:30. I have something that belongs to you. My extension is 6239. Angelica."
I looked at the message for a while, wondering who Angelica was. I didn't remember meeting anyone by that name, but there was nothing strange about the fact that I didn't know everybody. What I found strange was that she had in her possession something that belonged to me. Angelica? My thoughts wandered the company, from door to door, through corridors I had been in, but I couldn't recall anyone by that name, nor did I remember seeing that name in any of the PM's that were sent out, so she couldn't be in an executive position. So who was this woman that wanted to give me something? When you can name all the faces you know, then go forth and try to remember all the faces that you only have caught a glimpse of. The woman in red? She was a possibility, but wasn't that asking a bit to much? Was it possible that I had dropped something when almost rushing into her?
I didn't know what to expect, so I picked up the phone and dialed her extension. Four tones rang in my ear before I heard someone pick up. A woman's voice answered.
"Angelica"
"Hello. Is this Angelica?"
"Yes it is."
I introduced myself after the incredibly stupid question and said:
"I received a message that you were looking for me, something about you having something that belongs to me?"
"Oh, yes, that's right. I've got them right here." Her voice was warm and friendly.
"Good, but I'm not sure what it is you have that belongs to me. I was just getting out of a meeting when I saw your message, and don't think I'm missing anything. I'm also contemplating if I should be honest enough to say that I don't know who you are."
I could hear her laughing, her pleasant laughter clinging to my ear.
"You almost crashed into me earlier today. You were in a great hurry to get somewhere, remember?"
So Angelica was the gorgeous woman in red that I had seen during my early morning exercise to catch those wrongfully sent printouts. Her voice was friendly and cheerful, which made me relaxed.
"I'm glad you called," she continued. "What I hold in my hand here makes for very interesting reading. I'm just a bit disappointed that the paper ran out."
My heart suddenly froze to a lump of ice. She had the printouts that I accidently sent to the wrong printer? Heaven forbid, it couldn't be true. My thoughts were rushing, searching for something wise to say that would get me of the hook she had me on, but she was still being nice about the whole thing. That was a light in the dark if anything.
She lowered her voice to a whisper, as if someone was nearby, which only made her voice sound sexy: "So, Todd, can we talk in private?"
Why, and about what? All she had to do was return the printouts, or was the going to use them against me in some way. I was getting nervous, but thought it would be best to follow her lead, so I answered as casually as I could.
"Sure, what about?"
She laughed and said.
"I think you know what it's about, Todd."
She paused as if she was waiting for a reply, but I didn't know what to say. Her voice was confident and I felt waves of excitement and fear rushing through my body. Was it obvious what she wanted to talk about? She could be my biggest fantasy come true or my worst nightmare, and how could I know and would I know before it was too late? After a moment, she continued.
