Femdom Fantasies

by Shallara (c) 2009

A tribute to Lady Julia

(continued from part one)

Tim Sharpe stood outside the apartment door and knocked hesitantly. He glanced around self consciously, hoping that he would not be seen by any of the other tenants entering their own apartments. Well dressed in a dark business suit, tall and well built, he exuded confidence. Like any executive, he had a sense of self that seemed to fill up the space around him, so the casual observer would have wondered at the timid knock. He hesitated, chewing slightly on his lower lip, and knocked harder. The plush carpets seemed to soak up the sound of the knock, but he was rewarded when the door opened partially to let him in.

His trepidation was not without cause. Tim’s drive into the management ranks seemed unstoppable only a day ago. But now it all seemed to be crashing down on him. He broke into a cold sweat every time he thought back to the meeting that he had been called into with the Human Resources Vice president, Cheryl Stern yesterday. The meeting had been held in her office and at her instigation. The tone was very somber – charges of harassment had been leveled at Tim by two of his female subordinates. Tim was well known to be a misogynist. He frequently put down his female staff, and was barely civil to them, so he was not really surprised that one of them had complained. It was the seriousness with which it was being treated that shocked him !

He was stunned by the option that Cheryl Stern laid out for him: he could either fight the charges in a tribunal, or he could take a course of sensitivity training, at his own expense, with a therapist called Shallara. Tim had snorted, and blustered, but realized that he had no option.

He now stepped through the door into Shallara’s apartment, just a bit puzzled that this meeting was taking place in an apartment rather than in consulting rooms. As the door opened wider, and as he took in the scene, he wondered at the setup. He walked through the entrance lobby into a luxuriously furnished sitting room. The walls were a rich creamy color, and the cream carpets felt soft underfoot. A fire burned in the hearth, casting dancing red patterns on the wall. Crystal light fittings glittered on the walls, and cream colored, silky curtains looped across the window. One end of the room was taken up by a custom-fitted oak bookshelf with cupboards at one end. His eyes took in and widened as he spied the leather covered trestle resting at the one end of the bookshelf, underneath which a small wooden case sat. A large cage, perhaps three foot square stood in the other corner, but he couldn’t figure out what on earth it could be for.

And as heavy an impact as the opulent room made on him, it was the lady that had opened the door that quickly made his heart pound. He felt dry mouthed and suddenly large and clumsy, as she reached out to shake his hand. Short blonde spiky crowned a lithe, but short, body. Her fire-engine red lipstick stood out against a fair, flawless complexion. He seemed to be drawn into her eyes, as reached out to take her extended hand. A simple gold chain snaked around her wrist. His eyes took in her cream business suit, the cleavage, and strayed down to her feet. Red toenails peeked out from the strappy silver sandals.

As a slightly amused smile played on her lips, he struggled to regain his equilibrium. A jolt of testosterone seemed to hit him as he recovered, and a thought flashed through his mind that this couldn’t be all bad. A grin crossed his face. In a flash he had mentally undressed her, and he decided that this would be his next conquest. Silently he made a bet with himself that within two weeks, he would have his way with her in bed.

Tim found himself being taken by the hand and led across to the couch. He sat stiffly as she walked across to a cabinet and took a crystal glass, into which she dropped a couple of pieces of shaved ice. Her hands mesmerized him as she picked up a decanter and poured a tot over the ice. Barely a word had been spoken and he felt his hands becoming clammy and edgy.

But the mood changed very quickly as Shallara moved back and sat on the couch beside him. She handed over the glass and he savored the aromatic smell that drifted up. Tim fancied himself as a Scotch connoisseur, and as the first drops of the golden liquid touched his tongue, he recognized the unmistakable taste of a Laphroaig pure malt. And as the warmth of the fire reached him, a sense of comfort suddenly seemed to overcome him. In just a few moments he found himself easily chatting to this enigmatic lady that perched on the edge of the couch next to him.

As they talked, he found that it was her that seemed to be leading the conversation. The warmth of the fire in the hearth, the gentle fuzziness in his head brought on by the alcohol and her rhythmic tones, seemed to be taking him down somewhere he had never been before. A feeling of well-being and relaxation seemed to overcome Tim, and the physical closeness of this stunning therapist seemed to feel so right. A self satisfied smile played on his mind as he mentally scored this conquest. He had barely had to exert himself in charming her, and here she was, all but sitting on his lap !

Her sultry voice whispered into his ear. It seemed to be speaking to his very inner soul. It was even more intoxicating than the malt that had helped put him into this state. He felt her take the tumbler from his relaxed fingers, and moments later he felt her fiddling gently with his little finger. So intimate and it all felt so right. And as she reached across and lightly lifted his left hand, he could smell her seductive scent that seemed to drift off her neck. Her voice whispered on and on, seeming to say the same things over and over again. But he didn’t want it to stop. His whole consciousness seemed to open up and absorb her every message.

All too soon, it seemed to be over. As Shallara brought him out of his reverie, she saw Tim look down at his hands. A puzzled look came over his face as he looked at the two silver rings, one on each of his pinkies. He looked across to her for an explanation; she gave him a wicked grin. “You can’t take them off, you know? The one on your right will be with you for the rest of your life. Deep, deep down in your subconscious, it is now linked to an imaginary band that circles your balls. If EVER you speak down to a lady again, you will come to regret it”.

The feeling that he had experience just moments before vanished. A fire flamed in his eyes. “You bitch, you…”. Tim found himself doubled over in pain as the ring he could never see tightened around his scrotum. He looked up, confused and scared. “Are you OK Tim ? Apologize. Tim, and it will all be ok” he heard her say through the mist of pain. She sound so concerned, so compassionate. A few minutes later, after an apology that had seemed to stick in his throat, Tim found himself wondering how she could be so compassionate, yet so dispassionate at the same time. As he was guided to the door, he felt surprised at how quickly the pain and discomfort had dissipated as soon as the apology was made.

Emboldened, and remembering the bet he had made with himself, he turned to Shallara. Staring deep into his eyes, he thrust off the humiliation of the previous moments, and drew on seemingly endless reserves of self confidence. “When can I see you again? Perhaps a candle lit dinner this evening? I know this really romantic restaurant”. Shallara’s laugh seemed to chill him to the bone. “Tim, you won’t be seeing me again! You wouldn’t be of any use to me anyway!” She watched as he flushed. “You have seen what the ring on your right hand does. I forgot to explain the ring on your left. It’s like the opposite of a wedding band. I call it a chastity band. For as long as you are wearing it, you will not be able to have an erection. And remember, like the ring on your right hand – you are unable to remove them.”

The blood drained from his face. In a stuttering voice, he started to beg and plead for her to take it off. Shallara’s grin grew even wider. “There is one way to get it taken off – on a temporary basis, Tim. But you will always have to go and get it put back on. You can’t survive for more than a day without it Tim, without that dreadful pain you felt earlier returning. Remember that pain Tim ?….that one when you were rude to me ? The only person who can remove it for you, for that short sexual relief that you will soon come to need Tim, to dream about, to crave Tim, is….”

Shallara gave a dramatic pause as she let the information sink in’ “Who is it? You?”, he asked. He felt winded, as if he had just finished a marathon. His world had seemed to have collapsed around him. “It’s worse than that Tim, It’s not me”. She felt the heat flooding up between her thighs as she relished the moment of dominance. Most of her sessions had one of the magic moments, when it all came together, when she had her subject humbled and humiliated in a delightful way. It created a rush of sexual excitement that made her want to escape to some privacy and relive the moment while she pleasured herself physically.

“It’s Cheryl Stern, Tim, your HR VP. She is an old friend of mine, so I am sure she will give me updates on how you are doing with your female colleagues….and of course, an update on how often you request your chastity ring to be removed will always be fun to get ! We have an arrangement that whenever you ask, she will let me know. You won’t even be able to play with yourself Tom, without me knowing it !” She watched him close the door behind him, and pad down the corridor to face the reality that lay before him. It worse than the tribunal he had been offered – it was the reality of a female controlled life. And one in which his every orgasm would be monitored and reported. With a hold over him like that, life would never be the same – at office or at home.

Walking across to her bureau, Shallara sat down and rhythmically squeezed her thighs a few times, relishing the warm feelings and dampness. She flicked through the rest of the appointments she had booked for the week. Like Tim’s had been, the entries were simple: A symptom and a recommended therapy. The cases looked typical: from chauvinism to cheating, from bitchiness to pornography addiction. And in each case Shallara knew that the consultation would leave her feeling empowered and just a little …. aroused.

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Do you have a case you would like Shallara to treat? If so, drop a short note to Shallara at ymail dot com and let her know what the issue you want dealt with, and what your recommended therapy might be. You might just find it written up on the Femdom Fantasies site !