Sophie’s Poor Choice: An Office FemDom Story By JD Kindle
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Copyright 2009 JD Kindle
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Leena’s Punk crouched under her desk going down on her as she sat back in her new leather executive chair.
Breaking it in.
The little submissive Bitch knew his stuff. He knew how to get her keyed up tight. Till arousal filled her up, deep-down inside, like a big itch. Till she gritted her bleached-white teeth and grimaced in the pain of titillation and anticipation like she was set to explode.
She was close. One more lick, she thought, just one more lick… one more… and then----
Her cell went off. Vibrating.
Lena’s submissive tongue-slut looked up from his coveted niche between her wonderful thighs and watched her pull the slim flip-phone out of her bra.
God, she looks rough when she does that, he thought. Shoving stuff in her bra like a badass Biker broad.
“Can’t a chick get her clit licked for two minutes without the phone going off!” she said into the thing. Not caring who might be on the other end.
She snapped her fingers twice quickly and motioned for the kneeling peon to light a cigarette for her
On the phone Sophie told her a big meeting was about to start.
“Goddam! Whadda ya think I’m doin’? I’m gearing up for it,“ she informed her new assistant. “I was just about to shove the punk on down into overdrive.”
“Overdrive?” Sophie asked, puzzled. “Are you driving over? I thought you were already in your office?”
Leena took the cigarette without acknowledging her flunky.
“Overdrive!” She explained into the phone. “That’s when I’m just about to cum and I shove the carpet munching punk down between my cheeks and make him slide his tongue up my ass.”
“Oh,” Sophie blushed. “He does that?”
“Damn right he does.” The punk smiled. He loved the way Leena totally used him. She knew just how to stir up the full force of his submissive feelings. Get him pumped up for some truly humiliating sexual antics.
“He loves getting cummed on. He slides that wet wiggling tongue of his up my ass like one of those fish that swim upstream and die. He knows I’ll kill him if he doesn’t totally please me. I’ll soak his punk ass in cum from his eyebrows down if he does it right. His whole fucking face’ll be dripping with my stinking girl goo. The little Fucker’ll probably pass-out from sheer happiness. That’s the way it is when you have them prepped right.”
The Punk was close to passing out just listening to her.
“Well, I can’t cover for you,” Sophie told her. “You’re an executive now so you can’t be late.”
“Hell, too!” Leena said. “You got it ass-backwards, Hon. I’m an executive now so that’s exactly why I can be late!”
Leena was pissed. She had no intention of screwing things up and being late to her first official meeting as department head. Mainly because she was looking forward to lording it over all the catty bitches that got passed over for the position- not to mention the asshole guys – she was gearing up for some fun.
To one degree or another she planned on turning them all into her personal office Bitches.
Why couldn’t Sophie chill out and let Leena enjoy herself for a minute? Hadn’t Leena taught her anything?
“Sure, I understand,” Sophie said, trying to mollify her. “But give it a little time before you go all Diva. This is a big chance for me too. I’d hate to see you blow it.”
Sophie was a mousy little thing. Smart but shy. Leena liked that about her most of the time. Leena was practically a front for Sophie. She was the one with the creative ideas and could analyze things and write clear memos.
Sophie had all the tools, the executive skills. But no backbone. Perfect for being Leena’s assistant- as long as she stopped being such a pest.
“Listen, Kid,” Leena said. “I’ll be there in plenty of time unless you keep me on the phone. So unless you plan on hiding under the conference table and finishing what my carpet munching Punk started we better end this call.”
Sophie froze.
“I mean,” Leena went on, “I know you go down like a porn star, you sure got me off the other night- no complaints there, but I doubt you can handle the tongue up my ass part.”
Leena let that hang.
“Don’t be mean,” Sophie finally whispered.
“Too late now.” Leena teased. “I’m set in my ways. You should’ve thought of that before you signed-on if it bothers you.”
The day they found out about Leena’s promotion Sophie helped her celebrate.
It was the first time Sophie’d ever been drunk. When Leena kissed her and Sophie kissed her back it was the first time Sophie made out with a girl.
It was nice. Especially under the loosening effects of alcohol.
The easy affectionate way Leena held Sophie in her arms. Brushing the hair away from Sophie’s face and kissing Sophie in back of her ear. Then her ear lobe. Then her cheek.
By the time Leena worked her way to kissing Sophie full on the lips Sophie was aching for it.
Leena pressed her soft, warm, knowing lips to Sophie’s and gently parted them slipping her tongue in just a bit at the end but didn’t linger.
Leena held Sophie’s head in her hands for a moment contemplating the young woman’s features. Curious to see if they registered mutual feelings.
They did. Sophie returned the kiss.
They continued trading kisses. Deep soul kisses. Each taking turns exploring the other’s wet, warm, Champagne-flavored, mouth. Until Leena turned up her head as though offering her neck to a vampire. And a gorgeous neck it was. Strong and supple.
Sophie sucked on it.
Leena brought her chin down gently over the top of Sophie’s head, nudging it downward, like a mothering animal nuzzling an offspring toward her milk.
Confused, Sophie kissed Leena’s full cleavage a few times and was about to return once more to Leena’s mouth.
Leena’s hand on her shoulder stopped her. It pressured Sophie down.
She kissed Leena’s breasts through her blouse and still Leena leveraged Sophie down.
Sophie continued kissing Leena down her blouse until Leena had her kneeling.
Leena lifted her skirt revealing her wet slit soaking through her sheer thong.
Sophie shot her a confused look that gradually morphed into a timid smile.
Leena opened her thighs and tore her thong away from her needy, wet lips, loose with arousal.
Sophie looked up into Leena’s immobile face.
So soft before. So hard now.
It towered over her, angular as chiseled granite, a mask of entitlement, waiting to be serviced.
Involuntarily, Sophie’s eyes widened with the realization of what was expected of her.
The sudden shift from being a caring partner, sharing mutual affection, to ‘Leena’s personal sex toy’ unsettled her mind for a moment before suddenly coming to terms with it and offering Leena an appeased smile.
Leena nodded regally, with deliberate affirmation, as Sophie moved hesitantly toward the soft, moist warmth waiting between the superior woman’s thighs.
Sophie felt Leena’s firm hand caress the back of her head with the warm certainty of ownership. Silently advising Sophie toward her silky blonde sex; as though it was Sophie’s unspoken wish to be guided past her own involuntary resistance.
Sophie didn’t know what to think.
She was unsure of herself but she was always unsure of herself. She had no choice but to trust Leena.
Just like all the other times Leena’s strong will had won out over Sophie’s better judgement. But Leena had been right.
Using Sophie’s brains and Leena’s strong-arm tactics they got their promotion.
They worked well as a team.
Sophie let go and let herself be guided into a bold new sexual experience.
And the moment she did she felt like the whole world opened up to her.
Sophie was a natural. She went down on Leena with newfound enthusiasm and intuitive competence.
After all, this was a special occasion, right? And for Sophie, a kind of initiation. A way to show she signed-on for the long haul.
What better way to dedicate their new work relationship?
Sophie made it official. She got her boss off like a rocket.
Sophie was pleased. With her work and with herself. Doing something as outrageous as going down on another woman and being sophisticated enough to realize it was no big thing and just go with the moment and be spontaneous without second guessing herself.
For the first time in her adult life she went off the grid and didn’t think about the consequences.
It felt exhilarating.
She could do anything she wanted if she just had the guts to go for it and not let inhibitions hold her down.
Unfortunately, when the alcohol wore off, the inhibitions returned. Along with a healthy dose of guilt.
Leena played it up like she was banging a drum.
She had real affection for Sophie and genuinely respected Sophie’s organizational skills and business sense.
In fact, Leena had a better, more realistic, appreciation of Sophie’s skills than Sophie herself had.
As for now Sophie was grateful to Leena for giving her ideas a creative outlet but gratitude would turn to jealousy or worse as Sophie’s confidence grew. At the very least conflicts were bound to develop.
Sooner or later, Sophie was going to realize she didn’t need Leena. With a little gumption Sophie could run things on her own.
Leena had to keep her down and undercut Sophie’s confidence before she wised-up.
Leena knew if she could manipulate Sophie’s lack of self-confidence, and overall negative self-image, she could play on her emotions to such an extent that she could own Sophie.
The easiest, most elegant way of doing that was by sexually dominating the naïve youngster.
And it worked.
Leena owned Sophie.
The next step was to get Sophie to relax and enjoy it.
That’s why she yanked Sophie’s chain every time Sophie pestered her.
Leena single-handedly played the old ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop’ routine on her.
Lavishing praise and affection on Sophie as long as Sophie did her bidding but getting all catty and sarcastic if she felt Sophie were getting on her case or being ‘uppity’.
There wasn’t much Sophie could do. She wasn’t strong enough to make a break. No way did she want to go back to being an entry-level drone. Sophie toed the line.
“Okay,” Sophie told Leena, “Take your time. I’ll have all your materials ready and laid out for you when you get there.”
“That’s my girl,” Leena told her.
“I’ll even run out and get your favorite Tazo® Chai Tea Latte if I have time.”
“Make time.”
“Yes, Leena. I’m on it. See you there.”
Leena slapped the phone shut without so much as a ‘Cee, Ya’.
She looked down on her punk, “I need to get off quick. Ready for some multi-tasking?”
The bitch nodded vigorously.
“Then get to it!”
The punk glowed with excitement.
He got to show off his skills: simultaneously shoving his tongue up her ass while sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy proper and, with the rotating thumb of his other hand, expertly working her clit.
He’d have a crick in his neck before he was through but that was a small price to pay for pleasing his Office Domme.
Leena closed her eyes, sat back and enjoyed the ride.
She came quick and, as predicted, the slut fainted.
“What a fucking Wimp!” Leena laughed before kicking him awake.
The loser peon got up from the floor blinking cum from his eyes. He didn’t want to wipe it out with his fingers but rather let it run down his face and lick at it with his tongue.
Being Leena’s office punk was so much fun, he thought.
Leena bounced a package of body wipes off his head and he came back to reality.
“Get your ass over here and clean me up, Slut!”
As he tended to his duties Leena laid out a new scenario.
“From now on Sophie is going to use you too, got that?”
“Yes, Leena,” he smiled. He liked Sophie.
“Wipe that smile off your face before I slap it off, Bitch!”
He stopped smiling.
“This isn’t about you, Slut. It’s not a reward. You are just a piece of common office equipment that my main Girl gets to access. Like my Blackberry (tm) or my laptop. The two of us are gonna wear you out.”
The thought of being hard-used put a smile back on his face - Leena bitch-slapped it off.
“Learn self-control or I’ll get rid of your punk-ass,” Leena told him sternly. “Then what? You’ll have to get your submissive kicks going down on middle-aged biddies in their beat up cars outside the Unemployment Office.”
That stopped his smiling.
“Now get the fuck out of my way. I’ve got a bunch of chumps to take charge of.”
Leena blasted past the trembling wimp. Nearly knocking him down.
He was 99.9% sure Leena was just playing when she threatened to cut him loose but that was enough doubt to send him into an anxious fit.
The only antidote he knew was to dream up new and special ways of pleasing Leena.
Sweet dreams indeed…