Femdom Fantasies

by Matthew © 2010

To tell you the truth, she looked rather young. And silly. White button-down shirt. Black tie. Pocket protector full of pens. Thick-rimmed glasses. Hair pulled back in a no-beauty ponytail. Black polyester skirt and black clunky shoes. Her uniform certainly matches the stereotype. But then again, fixing computers is a man’s game. So she IS kind of swimming against the tide. Though all I care about is getting my stuff back, so if a woman can do it, more power to her.

I let her in, and led her to my den and the patient in question. “I dunno. I keep getting all these error messages. I hope the hard drive isn’t totally corrupted. Or something…”

“Well, let me take a look. I’m sure I can help you…”

She sat down and began mousing and tapping keys. Unfamiliar windows and commands flew across the screen of my computer. My computer. And she just sat down and took charge. I guess she DOES know what she is doing after all. I felt kind of helpless, standing there, watching her zip around my computer like it was her playground. And I just had to wait. And watch. I couldn’t help or offer any advice. And I’m a guy. I mean, technology…fixing things…that’s what we do. All I could do is…

“So…would you…some coffee?”

“I think I’ve found your problem. Where’s your last system backup?”

“Backup. Oh. Ah…” I rummaged around the desk. “Here. Right here.” I handed her the disk triumphantly. See, not so useless after all!

She frowned. “This is over a month old. Nothing more recent?”

“Ah…no…” I blushed.

“Well, it will have to do, I guess. Oh, milk and sugar please.”

“What?”

“For the coffee.”

“Oh. Ah…sure.” I went to the kitchen. Maybe some of my ‘good’ coffee, The Kona. And some cookies. For some reason I felt like I needed to impress her…

I brewed a fresh pot of Kona and got out a tray, two cups and a plate of cookies. And brought them to the den. It took a little longer than I expected but I hoped she liked it. When I got there she was staring intently at my computer looking at… Oh.

Oh no.

“That encryption was totally weak. You can’t always rely on freeware.”

“You fixed the problem…?” Maybe she didn’t realize what it was she was seeing…I hope…

“Oh, I fixed it alright. Interesting stuff in those hidden folders…”

“Well, I…”

“And that junk you’re using to hide all those websites you go to…it totally doesn’t…”

“I..Uh…” I don’t need to explain myself to her…do I?

“Femdom…Male Chastity…Hypnosis…all those Fetishes. And that Lady Julia is totally awesome..”

All I could do is just stand there and turn red.

“So, what are you, like, a sub?”

“What? I..” This isn’t really happening…is it?

“You know. Submissive. A submissive male…”

“Well I…” This is so embarrassing….but…God…it’s like one of my fantasies…!

“Do you have a Mistress?”

“What? No I…”

“But you want one, huh? You’ve looked at lots of those websites. Ever talk to any?”

“Email. I’ve…a few…”

“But never met any in person?”

“No, I…no…”

“But you want to…”

“I…well…”

“What’s this…FLR?”

“It’s…ah…Female-Led Relationship…it…”

“Where the Woman is totally in charge…right?

“…Yes…”

“Is that what you want?”

“I…well…” The line between fantasy and reality was…rapidly disappearing…

“To have a woman totally in charge. Of you?”

“I…well…yes…” I found myself having no choice but to admit it…

“You want to find a woman and surrender to her. And totally obey her.”

“Well…yes…”

“So, if I was to say…like…’get on your knees’, you would do it, huh?”

“I…uh…”

“I’m waiting…”

I got down on my knees. In my den. In my own house. For her. A female computer geek. A female computer geek Mistress.

“No, you’re too far away. come over here…”

I ‘walked’ on my knees over to where she was sitting. On my chair at my desk. It hurt my knees to do it, but I just…had to obey.

“Good boy.”

It…it felt good to hear her say that. To actually hear a female voice say those words to me in person. Those words I’ve wanted so much to hear…

“You like that.”

“Uh?”

“You like to hear me say that. Good boy…”

“How..?”

“I’m a fast reader. Plus I can see how hard your cock is.”

“Uh…” Oh God…

“Maybe I’ll tie a ribbon around it an’ use it as a leash. Y’know lead you around…”

Oh God….

“You’d like that too, huh? You’d like me to tie a pink ribbon around your silly peter and use it to lead you around like a puppy dog. Wouldn’t you?”

“Oh God…!”

“Goddess. Not God. Or Mistress. Yes. I could be your Mistress. Would you like that?”

“I…I wo…”

“No. I’m not asking you. I’ll tell you. You would You totally would like me to boss you around. Now say it.”

“I would…like you to boss me around.”

“No, totally. ‘I totally…”

“I totally would like you to boss me around.”

“Good boy.”

If I had a tail I’d be wagging it.

“Now, I’m gonna copy all your dirty porn onto my thumb drive. That way I’ll have ALL your stuff. So I can look at it later. You don’t mind, do you?”

What if I do mind? What could I do about it? “No…I..”

“Again. Not a question.”

I felt something tapping on my leg.

“This may take a while. You’ve got lots of stuff for me to copy. Why don’t you make yourself useful or something…”

I understood. I crawled under my desk, untied her black ugly, clunky shoes and slid them off her feet. The combination of those shoes and her cheap supermarket suntan pantyhose created a stink out of a foot fetishists fantasy. Which…was now my reality. And there was no escaping from it. The taste was…well, not as delicious as in my fantasies, but my need was as strong…

“Hey, down there…”

“Uh?”

“When am I gonna get my coffee?”

“Right away…Mistress…!”

“Good boy…”