Octavia's Bitch
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Joe liked Octivia's style. Her female co-workers said she dressed like a tramp and talked about her behind her back.
Joe thought of her as a free spirit. He liked her low cut tops, tight mini-skirts, black stockings and platform heels. So what if she looked like an aging porn star? Aging porn stars were the stuff that made Joe's wet-dreams wet.
He liked sexy older women. It gave him a boost of energy just to look at her. It made him feel good.
One day the Octavia ‘Haters’ got on his nerves with their vicious talk and he defended her.
"Why don't you give the slut a tumble if you think she's so hot?" they taunted.
"Can't a woman look nice without being called a slut?" Joe asked. "Besides Octavia's married."
"As if that matters to her," they all sneered.
The next time Joe had business in Octavia's office he sensed a change in the way she related to him. She smiled but then she always smiled. No, it was the way she smiled; and silently stared at him. It was the smile of a cat that had a mouse cornered with no way out.
"You okay?" Joe asked.
Octavia waited several seconds, still eyeing Joe, before answering, "I'm fine," as she relaxed in her chair. "I heard about what you said. That was nice. Sticking up for me like that. I really appreciate it. It's nice to know there's someone here sophisticated enough to know what I'm about."
"It was nothing," Joe said, trying to contain his excitement. "I think it's cool how you do your own thing and don't get caught up in what everybody else thinks. That's really refreshing."
"Refreshing?" Octavia stifled a chuckle. "Is that what they call it these days?" Octavia turned her head to one side and gave Joe a withering look, making his insides all warm and gooey. "I've always known you wanted me. So you can drop the innocent act. I'm happy to see you're coming out of your shell finally. That took balls for you to stand up to those idiots and tell them off like you did. They told me how you came right out and said you wanted to jump my bones -- right in front of everybody. That took guts.
"It makes me feel special knowing that a squeamish little twerp like you is so turned on by my style that you nearly got in a fight over me. Which means you nearly got your ass beat. Any one of those broads would have mopped the floor with your punk ass in no time flat.
"It's hard to believe a cream-puff like you could ever get that aroused. Even by me. You're such a mouse. I'd almost think you're a fairy, except for the way you look at me. Sneaking a peek up my dress when I cross my legs. Practically peeing your pants when I walk in wearing a shiny new pair of heels. Just hearing the clack of new stilettos makes you stiff, I know. So that part is no surprise. I knew I turned you on.
"Up to now you let these women walk all over you. You must have a major case of the hots for me, big time, to have screamed at them to back off and leave me alone. So let's face the music and dance, shall we? I understand. You want me to be the only woman to walk all over you, isn't that it?"
"No," Joe said, standing up quickly, eyes wide with shock. "No. I just - I -uh---"
"Bullshit! You want to drop to your knees and heel like dog every time you enter this room." Octavia looked fierce and continued, "You want to lick me like a Bitch puppy crawls in her master's lap and licks his face. Except it's my big bad pussy you want to lick, isn't it Bitch? Admit it!"
Joe turned white. He was about to collapse.
"Whoa, Big Fella," Octavia said as she stood up next to Joe and placed her arms around him, rubbing his back. "Loosen up a little. This is supposed to be fun. It's my own personal way of prepping you. I'm just being a little dramatic. You don't think I dress like this without having some dramatic flair do you?"
"I guess not."
Octavia lit a cigarette and sat down again. She stared at Joe without expression.
"I better leave," Joe said.
"You better sit."
Joe sat in a chair.
"No," Octavia told him. "Over here. On my desk. Facing me."
Joe walked over and sat on her desk facing Octavia's chair. Octavia placed her feet on her desk. One foot on either side of Joe so that he was sitting in the 'V' of her sexy black-stocking-clad legs.
Octavia took a drag on her cigarette and blew it out the side of her mouth while locking her gaze on Joe, "Feel my legs."
Joe put his hands on her legs as though they were hand rails.
"No, dear, feel them. Feel how smooth and firm they are. Run your hands along their smoothness and feel underneath. FEEL the shape of my calves. I don't need a massage for crissakes just feel the warmth and curve of my legs." She took another drag and arched her eyebrows. She blew a billow of smoke into the air and asked, "Feels good doesn't it?"
Joe was unable to speak.
Octavia laughed and placed her feet on the floor.
"Lighten up," she said. "You act like I'm about to devour you or something. This for your benefit. Relax and enjoy it. I had you pegged for a Bitch from the word go. The first time I ever saw you here. I knew you were a passive little submissive Bitch. Not that there's anything wrong with that. God knows I love the type. But I respected your space. I gave you time to make your move and open up to me.
"So now, as a little reward for being my 'Knight in Shining Armor' here today, I'm flirting with you a little. I wanted to give you a little thrill for being so nice to me. A little taste of the good life. You'll love it. Being told what to do. Getting disciplined.
"But now you practically insult me by acting like I'm coming on to you. Like I'm some lonely housewife hard-up for action. Honey, I get all the action I can handle any day of the week."
She smoked in silence still staring at Joe. Trying to figure out if he were really that innocent or just plain stupid.
"I'm sorry," Joe told her. "I guess I had the wrong idea."
"Don't be sorry,” Octavia said. “You're just immature and inexperienced. You don't see that very much in grown men these days. What are you... thirty? That makes it even sweeter that you stuck up for me. I know you didn't scream and yell at anyone but still it was nice of you." She patted his thigh.
"But it really wasn't necessary,” she said. “I get a kick out of those chicks being so catty about me. I don't mind. I have them at a disadvantage you might say."
"How's that?"
"You see," she said, putting her cigarette out and leaning up to Joe, "my husband and I have our own website." She placed her hands in Joe's lap in gesture more friendly than it was intimate. Joe felt comfortable now. "We post pictures of me dressed up in heels and stockings. In provocative poses. Sensual stuff. I get all kinds of positive feedback from people, both men and women, who love me. They pay to see me dressed like this. I don't care what these common wage-slave housewives here think. People love my pictures. Nothing nude, mind you, not much different than what I wear here really. But the camera is a voyeur. Just like you. It's like you get a free peep everyday don't you?"
Joe got flustered. Octavia sat back and laughed.
"No need to blush. I wasn't trying to embarrass you. Please. My gosh. I mean, I'm not laughing at you I just find it hard to believe you're embarrassed by the fact that I know you look." She smiled and stifled another laugh. "My husband does too."
"Why wouldn't he look at you?"
Octavia laughed some more.
"That's not what I meant. I meant my husband knows about you looking at me too. He calls you my 'Office Bitch'."
Joe was shocked.
"We don't keep secrets. I told him all about you. He said whenever I was ready to pull the trigger and claim your prissy-ass as my submissive Bitch he was all for it. The sooner the better as far as he was concerned.
"I played it off like you weren't that way at all. That you were just shy. But we both knew better. He called it. He said one of these days you'd man-up and defend my honor but still be too chicken to make a move on me. That's the hallmark of a potential submissive. In other words - a Slave Bitch."
Joe didn't know what to say.
"I’m sure you'd love it,” Octavia continued. “You know you would too. You'd get to be near me and do all the things you are too scared to do on your own. I'd let you go down on me. You'd like THAT wouldn't you? Go ahead and admit it. There’s no need to be anxious. I'll tell you exactly how I want it done and you'll do it. I'll be in control. Wouldn’t you like to get down on your knees and lick me where I pee? I’ll let you. Just say so. I won't hurt you."
Joe closed his eyes. He thought he was dreaming. He stood and walked to the middle of the room and stopped. Not moving. He wanted to do all the things she was talking about so badly he couldn't think straight. He was unable to speak. He was barely able to breathe.
Octavia walked up behind him and whispered in his ear, "Bitch, you know you want to eat me, you know you do. You want to lick me so bad you can taste it. You know you do. You disgusting little sissy. You need to be dominated just to function sexually. You're too scared to make a move on your own. You're too scared to do anything on your own, you little sissy-bitch. You wish you had the guts to do all the things I am going to force you to do. That's right, I decided just now to make you my Bitch whether you like it or not."
Her husband had told her it was time to quit being a weenie and own this Punk. Just flat-out put the grab on him and claim this Bitch the way a cop slaps the cuffs on a perp.
But despite Joe's obvious submissive nature Octavia had balked at pressuring Joe into the life. She wanted to give him enough rope to hang himself then reel in the slack. She was sure Joe would welcome the chance to be her Bitch once the idea was laid out for him. His continued reluctance made her angry.
"My husband can’t wait for me to dominate your ass. He'll get to request his favorite submissive fantasies and you'll do it, Bitch. You'll lick my toes and kiss my ass and get your sissy ass whipped by me while he records all of it.
“Up to now we’ve just been posting pictures of me posing but with a slut like you on board we'll be expanding into video. If someone Emails a request - no matter how disgusting - you'll do it. You'll be our cash-cow whore. We'll be making money off of videos of you getting totally and completely dominated. Sexually, physically and mentally. Humiliated beyond belief for all to see on our website, Bitch. You'll be our Slave."
She kissed Joe's cheek and grabbed his ass from behind, "You're ass is mine, Bee-ya-itch."
She walked back behind her desk and sat down.
"I thought you were a sweet kid. A shy kid. But now I see you've got serious defects. In your own way you think you're hot shit, don't you? You disgust me. The sight of you makes me sick. I'm going to love breaking you down until you’re splintered into a million little faggot pieces, you worthless little whimpering wuss.
“You undress me with your eyes everyday. You dream of me constantly and yet you deny wanting me. What a two-faced little prick! The fact that you stuck up for me is an insult. I don't need some limp-dick pansy like you looking out for me. I'll make you pay you sniveling little wimp! Get the fuck out of my sight! You little lily-livered shit! Get out! Get out there and tell all those gossiping busy-bodies that, as of now, you are officially my slave Bitch. DO IT!
“If I find out there is anyone that you haven't bragged to - that you haven't gone up to and told about the joys of being my new slut - then I'll beat your ass right out on the work room floor. Right in front of everybody. Understand, Bitch? It'll be a good prep for our new show. Do you hear me, SLAVE?"
Joe stood frozen. Scared shitless. He didn't move.
Octavia got up again and went over and bitch-slapped his ass.
Slapp! "Don't you EVER!" SMAA-ACKK! "Disobey me again." SLaaPP!
"There. That'll be the ice-breaker. They'll ask about the red welts on your face and you'll tell them, 'I got bitch slapped by Octavia. Goddess Octavia bitch-slapped me. I'm her Bitch. I needed discipline and my wonderful Lady disciplined me. Octavia slapped some sense into her feeble-minded slut. It's so good being her Bitch and personal sex slave. I love being owned by her. She's making me an internet porn star! From now on call me ‘Octavia's Bitch' "
Joe collapsed.
Octavia revived him and said, "Oh, for gosh sakes. You are a little sissy-bitch, aren't you? You'll get used to the routine. You don't have to tell them you're my Bitch. I'll do that. I'll tell them how I own your ass. I'll let them know that from now on you're my personal property. So act accordingly, Bitch. See how I take care of you? You'll like being my slave, you'll see. You'll get more respect than ever once they know I own you. They know better than to fuck with my shit.
"We don't have to tell them the part about you being in videos. We'll save that for later. Why don't you just come over here and lick me for a while. That’ll make you feel better. Alright, Crybaby? Would you like that, my little Sissy-bitch? Doesn't that thrill you, you whimpering muff-punk? Get your feeble ass over here and eat me... SLAVE."
"Yes, Maam."
The End