Sophie’s Poor Choice: A Vulgar Office FemDom Story
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Copyright 2009 JD Kindle
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This short story contains graphic descriptions of extreme sexual humiliation between consenting adults. Both F/m and F/f FemDom situations. It is meant to be read by adults. This is not your Momma’s erotica!
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Leena felt like a million dollars as she sat back in her new executive chair and let her Office Punk go down on her.
They were breaking it in; christening Leena’s new throne.
She’d trained him perfectly. The submissive little Bitch knew how to get her keyed up tight. Tonguing her aching pussy till her insides felt like one big visceral itch-- an itch just about to get scratched.
Leena gritted her bleached-white teeth and grimaced with the pain of titillation. She was set to explode.
She was close. Real close. One more lick, just one more flick of her clit… Leena was right there, “Oh... O-oh... Here I cum..!----”
Then her cell went off. Vibrating.
Leena whipped the slim eye-phone out of her bra like a Badass biker broad.
“Can’t a chick get her clit licked for two minutes without her cell going off!” she yelled into the thing. Not caring who might be on the other end.
Leena snapped her fingers twice quickly and motioned for the kneeling peon to fetch her a cigarette. He sprang out from under her desk and hopped to it.
On the phone Sophie told her a big meeting was about to start.
“Goddam! What the fuck do you think I’m doing? 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 lit cigarette without acknowledging her flunky and went on talking.
“Overdrive!” She explained into the phone. “That’s when I’m 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?”
“You’re damn right he does.” The punk smiled. Leena knew just how to turbo-charge the full force of his submissive nature. She had him stoked for some truly humiliating sexual antics.
“He loves getting cummed on,” Leena told Sophie, “the wetter the better. He slides that slippery little tongue of his up my ass like one of those fish that swim upstream and die. He practically breaks his pencil neck jamming his face in the crack of my ass to give me the full treatment. He knows I’ll kill him if he doesn’t totally please me.
“And squirt? Damn! I gush like a fucking geyser when he does his job right. I’ll soak that rosy-cheeked rat-face of his in cum from his eyebrows on down. His whole fucking face will be dripping with my slimy stinking goo. The little Fucker will pass-out from sheer happiness. That’s how it happens when you have them prepped right.”
The Punk looked to be close to passing out from just listening to her.
“Oh...“ Sophie paused for a moment, “well, I can’t cover for you. 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. That’s exactly why I can be late!”
Leena was pissed. She had no intention of missing her first official meeting as department supervisor. She planned to be on time. 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 all those fools into her personal office Bitches.
Why couldn’t Sophie just chill and let Leena enjoy herself for a minute? Hadn’t Leena taught her anything?
“Sure, I understand,” Sophie said, nervously. “But give it a little time before you go all Diva. I have a stake in this too you know. I’d hate to see us blow it.”
Sophie was a mousy little thing. Smart but shy. Leena liked that about Sophie-- most of the time. Leena was practically a front for Sophie. Sophie was the one with the creative ideas. She 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 the job 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.
“It’s too late for that now,” Leena teased. “I’m set in my ways. You should’ve thought of that ahead of time if it bothers you.”
The day they found out about Leena’s promotion Sophie helped her celebrate.
It was the first time Sophie had 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, letting her know Leena completely believed in her. Saying how they were a team. Cooing words of encouragement as Sophie balked at the news Leena was bringing her along as her assistant.
Leena softly pressed her cheek against Sophie’s and whispered in her ear how Sophie would be her ‘right hand girl’. Acknowledging how much she depended on Sophie. How much she needed her. Brushing the hair away from Sophie’s face and kissing behind Sophie’s 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 face in her hands for a moment; looking deeply into the young woman’s eyes; curious to see if they registered mutual feelings.
They did. Sophie returned Leena’s kiss.
They stood there 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 gently sucked on it.
Leena snuggled her chin over the top of Sophie’s head, softly nudging it downward, like a mothering mammal 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 Sophie. It pressured Sophie down.
She hugged and kissed Leena’s breasts through her blouse and still Leena leveraged Sophie down.
Sophie continued down until Leena had her kneeling.
Leena lifted her skirt revealing her wet slit soaking through her sheer thong.
Sophie shot her a puzzled look that slowly 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, the look of royalty waiting to be serviced.
Leena planted a foot on a table standing next to them so that her thigh went over Sophie’s shoulder, giving her new ‘girl’ room to work.
Sophie’s eyes instantly widened with the realization of what was expected of her.
The sudden shift from sharing mutual affection to being ‘Leena’s personal slut’ unsettled her mind for a moment before gradually coming to grips with it and offering Leena an appeased smile.
Leena nodded regally, accepting the smile as affirmation, as Sophie moved warily toward the soft, moist warmth waiting between the superior woman’s thighs.
Leena’s firm hand palmed the crown of Sophie’s head with the warm certainty of ownership; piloting the novice Sophie toward Leena’s silky blonde sex; as though it were Sophie’s unspoken wish to be helped past her own involuntary reluctance.
Sophie didn’t know what hit her--- she followed Leena’s lead.
She was unsure of herself but that was nothing new. Sophie was always unsure of herself. She put her trust in Leena. She had no choice.
Just like all the other times Leena’s heavy-handed ways had won out over Sophie’s better judgment. But Leena had been right. Her killer instinct prevailed.
Using Sophie’s brains and Leena’s strong-arm tactics they positioned themselves into their new promotion.
They worked well as a team with Leena as boss.
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 an instant prodigy. She went down on Leena with intuitive competence and enthusiasm.
After all, why not? 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.
Sophie now knew 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 overall 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 a creative outlet but as time went by that gratitude would turn to jealousy 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. It was her skills that put Leena on the map. With a little gumption Sophie could run things by herself, all on her own.
Leena needed 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 completely catty and sarcastic if she felt Sophie were getting on her case or being an ‘uppity’ pest.
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 got off the phone 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 expertly working her clit with his thumb.
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 quickly 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.
He loved being Leena’s office punk.
Leena bounced a package of body wipes off his head and he came back to reality.
“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 equipment that my main Girl gets to access. You’ll be like a new app on her eye-phone. The two of us are going to wear you out.”
The thought of being hard-used by two gorgeous women 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.”
The Punk sobered up and 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…
END OF Sophie's Poor Choice