Femdom Fantasies

by Golfer © 2009

Chapter Four  (See previous chapter)

Later that night back at his townhouse, Jim laughed off his experiences of the night, and the thought of ever seeing Bri again. He hoped to stay in touch with Sue and Ron, and admitted a small part of him still found their relationship….unique.

He spent Saturday writing up a few pages of notes, but mostly clicking through the channels from football to golf. He drifted a few times to wondering what a Saturday with Bri would be like, probably cleaning her bathroom floors while she stood over him with a whip. Sure, like that would ever happen.

He did find himself getting an uncomfortable hard-on from time to time during the day and, damn it, always when he started to replay scenes from last night. He could see her smooth skin and smell the clean scent of her.

So Jim decided to call Lori, an assistant manager of a book store he’d done a reading at a few weeks ago. She’d been such an accommodating little fuck puppet that he’d actually kept her number. She’d put all thoughts of collars, restraints and Bri right out of his head.

He met her later that night and after a few drinks they ended up back at his place. But even the enthusiastic cock sucking she performed on her knees, inside his front door, couldn’t stop his brain from what he did not want to contemplate.

The next day he played golf like a 28 handicap instead of the 6 he was, losing a bundle of money to his friends in the match. He just couldn’t concentrate very well over the ball, and later at home finally admitted his distraction was due to rising dread about the phone call he was going to have to make.

After a fitful nights’ sleep, he tried to convince himself that the call would be a pure thank you for an interesting evening. He tried to keep himself busy, but kept clock watching after lunch, eventually giving up to sit quietly, waiting for the last half hour to tic by. He managed to wait until 3:15, recalling what it felt like to be a high school freshman asking a girl out for the first time.

“Hello, Brianna Shea’s office, may I help you…….”

Sitting with Brianna in her spacious office suite, Mrs. Burns had answered with the speaker phone on. They both heard, “Hi, um, I was told to ask for Miss Brianna.”

“May I say who is calling.”

“Jim Stone, she should be expecting my call.”

“Hold one moment please,” click

Brianna shook her head, “Make him say James.”

“Your incorrigible,” said Mrs. Burns, click, “I’m sorry but Miss Shea doesn’t recall anyone named Jim, may I enquire as to the nature of your call.”

“Tell her that it’s James calling.”

“One moment, James.”

Kate Burns, trusted secretary and confidant, watched Brianna’s face light up. She thought of Brianna as more of a daughter than a boss, and was happy to see her pure joy.

“Hold any incoming calls, Kate. I’ll let you know when to get back on with him.”

“Oh, so I can’t stick around for the good parts?” she teased while heading for her desk outside the office door.

Brianna took a breath, it wouldn’t do to let him hear the excitement she felt, and in her best professionally polite voice announced, “James, how nice to hear from you, how can I help you?”

“Hi Brianna, how are you?

“I’m fine,” and slightly cooler, “and James, my name is Miss Brianna when we are talking privately, do you understand?” She waited out his silence…….

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Excellent,” in a praising, pleasant tone, and “is there something you’d like to ask me?”

“Miss Brianna,” she could hear the catch in his voice, “would you like to go out for dinner later this week.”

“No……but you will pick me up for drinks after I’m done work this Friday.”

“That will be fine, Miss Brianna.”

“James, just so you completely understand what you’re getting into here, it works like this, I’ll say and you’ll do. There won’t be debates, and I’m not big on second chances. Am I being perfectly clear?”

She could feel the weight of the silence as he digested this bit of news before answering with a quiet, “Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Good, as a test of your resolve James, I’d like you to put on a nice suit and tie and be at my office Thursday evening at 5:30. I’m going to transfer you to Mrs. Burns now and she’ll give you directions. See you then.”

Despite a mountain of paperwork to get through, Bri was positively giddy for the rest of the day.

On Thursday, Jim was directed to Brianna’s office and met Mrs. Burns, a short, trim woman with graying hair, and reading glasses hung from a chain around her neck. She was completely professional as she offered him a seat and a bottle of water, then went to alert Bri.

“He’s here, he’s gorgeous, and I don’t want to know what you have planned for him sweetie, but enjoy yourself.”

Bri chuckled, “Thank you. You and I still have to get through these pages and I promise he’ll be out of here in a half hour.” At Kate’s look of surprise, she added, “Don’t worry, I have him taking me out tomorrow night.”

“I was only worried about that poor boy, and what trouble you could get into in a half hour,” as they both giggled like school girls. Kate walked out of the office to let him know it was time to go in.

Bri watched him walk in looking so handsome in a well-tailored, classic navy blue suit. She met him halfway into the large office, kissed his cheek and handed him a type written sheet. “James, please have a seat on the couch and read this over while I finish up on a couple of things.”

Jim watched her walk back to her desk admiring her toned legs and the sway of her hips under a knee length skirt. Her perfume was still faintly with him, and when she turned, he knew he’d been caught again.

“James, I really appreciate the attention you give my ass, but I need you to focus on the task I gave you.”

He flushed slightly, nodded and went to sit down while she put on a pair of glasses and started making notes on a pad near her laptop. James breathed in deep, calming himself and committed to going with the flow of events. The sheet read:

Proper responses

1- Yes, Miss Brianna

2- No, Miss Brianna

3- Please, Miss Brianna

4- Thank You, Miss Brianna

He wanted to look up and laugh, but saw her looking back and realized it wasn’t meant to be a joke.

“James, leave the page on the couch, and come kneel over here. Don’t worry about your phrases right now, but please remember them for tomorrow night.”

His legs felt like lead as he followed her instructions, kneeling where she pointed, close enough for her to reach out comfortably and stroke the hair at the back of his neck, like a favored pet, while she continued to read over her own work. She finally stopped to look at him with that half-smile of satisfaction and eyes that seemed to bore though him.

While still stroking his hair, she reached into the top drawer of the desk and pulled out a black thong and placed it across her exposed right thigh.

“James, we have a very serious panty problem that needs solving. You see these,” indicating the crotch of the thong, “were the ones you caused me to ruin at the party. I mean, my pussy soaked them through. You can still smell how excited you made me, here let me show you,” as her fingers locked to his head and she pulled him down to place his head on her lap with the crotch pressed into his nostrils. She continued to hold him there, “And even now James, with you kneeling her like such a good boy in my office, well, I’m just so turned on again,” turning the chair now to face him and guiding him down between her thighs to the level where her skirt had risen to just cover her charms. He could sense her rising excitement as she used her thighs to massage and then trap his face. “So how are we going to solve this problem James.”

“I don’t know, Miss Brianna,” mumbled up from his lips causing her to smile wide and stroke his hair again.

“Well fortunately, I do know James, I know how to solve this problem, and so many others that will start to crop up between us”

She rose slowly from her chair, causing him to have to lean back slightly on his knees. He winced slightly in pain but remained where he was, at her belt level.

“Reach under my skirt and remove my panties James,” his hands rose along her thighs, slowly riding the skirt up, abruptly stopped by her hands clamping to his, “with your teeth, please. Leave your hands just wear they are, and don’t dare bite me!”

His cock felt uncomfortably trapped at a downward angle, caught and unable to rise because of his underwear. He dropped his head further to duck under and up into the darkness between her spread thighs. He soon learned it was near impossible to get up under the garment, and after struggling he heard her ask, “Would you like some help James.”

“Yes, Miss Brianna,” muffled out.

She patted his hands to hold position and drew the skirt up to waist level, revealing a lacy red thong and tanned thighs. He kept moving from hip to hip, gently tugging with his teeth, Bri edging her legs closer together to finally allow the material room to pass over her knees. He stayed with his head resting next to her heeled feet. She stepped through one opening but kept the other foot firmly planted on the ground, forcing him to remain kowtowed for just that extra couple of seconds, an effective way to confirm dominance.

She finally moved her foot out of the panties and snapped her fingers, opening her hand to accept them back. As his head rose, her three inch heels and long legs brought him level with the top of her neatly trimmed landing strip. With fingers entwined in his hair again, she held him scant inches away from the soft, black fur, the edges of her cleft smooth shaven, swollen. “Breathe through your nose, slowly. You’re going to get very well acquainted with,” taking the panties and rubbing them down and the back up her mound with a small sigh, “every bit of my pussy James.” She held him in that spot, unable to look up, down or sideways, staring for some minutes, his breathing deepening, smelling the musky arousal of her. Not particularly strong, pervasive being a better word. Exiting. His cock, having a little more room to move kept wanting to lurch up, and he desperately wished he could get it under control.

Bri casually discarded the panties next to the other pair on her desk. She trailed her fingers below his chin and tilted his head up. She noticed the slight wince as he shifted weight off of his bad knee and asked, “Does kneeling up like this hurt, James?”

“A little, Miss Brianna.”

“Mmmm, well you know, a little pain is good for the soul,” with a meaningful look, ” but today isn’t about that,” stepping back to let him rise. With the heels on, Bri was close to 6′ 0″ and still had to look up into his eyes. She loved his size and the sheer maleness of him. He did not shy away, but rather had a look of determination. She smiled to herself, imagining some of the tests she would put him through.

“Well James, I have some work to finish up.” She reached to run her hand the length of his tie. “You look handsome in that suit, lose the tie when you come to pick me up here tomorrow at 6:00. We’re going to O’Neil’s around the corner for happy hour, maybe something light to eat.” Bri looked over to the panties on her desk, “I want you to take those with you and bring them back clean. I’ve decided that if your going to cause our little panty problem, James, you should learn how to clean it up.

Jim fisted them into his large hand, and Brianna put his open hand in hers, walking him toward the office door like a girlfriend might walk with a boy carrying her books in school. His mind was trying to keep up with the sweet and spice that seemed to be Brianna, and wondering out how to accomplish this task. As if sensing his thoughts, he heard, “You hand wash them in the sink,” and he felt his own face crumble for a moment, “Mrs. Burns has the instructions written up for you, pick them up on the way out.”

She kissed his cheek, and then waited as he hesitated leaving, “Problem James?”

He was blushing to the roots of his hair, but answered, “No Miss Brianna.”

“You can put them in your pocket,” and “see you tomorrow big boy,” noticing the bulge in his trousers.

Jim tried to adjust his pants and walked out and over to Mrs. Burns desk, feeling completely mortified that this nice older lady would know he had orders from his, …. Mistress? “Ah, er, hi Mrs. Burns, I was told you had something for me,” trying to turn his hips and hide a hard-on that would only embarrass them both

“Yes James,” handing him an envelope with a completely sweet smile. James thanked her and went to exit quickly, but his humiliation was completed by, “James, you should take care to do them tonight, it will give them plenty of time to dry.” He was frozen with nothing to say, and just reacted by nodding and briskly getting out of the building.