There has been this girl I have know for several years that I have often
fantasized about.

Recently she came to work with me. Since the time we got to know each other there
has always been some flirting going. I suspected, but really wasn't sure that she
was attracted to me as much as I was her.

Recently, something changed.

While working one day, we got into a conversation and admitted that basically we
had the hots for each other.

The conversation was very exciting. We kissed that day. But nothing else was
done. I think she had as difficult time leaving that day as I did letting her go.

Since then I have had this reoccurring dream about her. She is a very attractive
and incredibly sexy lady. I have always had fantasies of being the slave to such
a woman, and her strong personality along with her looks has made her an object
of my fantasies.

The other night I was laying in bed, imagining her. She had walked into my office
and shut the door. She has this way of smiling at you that can be intimidating
and sexy at the same time. She was smiling at me that way. I said "What" what do
you want.

She told me she wanted me to get on my knees and thank her for all the work she
had been doing for me. I just smiled, I wasn't sure if she was serious.

Then she said, "Look you and I know you will do what ever I tell you, this is
your chance to prove it"

I hesitated, then she said "Look, you can either get on your knees now, or forget
about ever having the chance to be my slave again, and you and I both know you
don't want that to happen" Well she was right about that.

So I got on my knees, I looked up at her and started telling her how much I
appreciated her hard work.

She had that smile again. I put my arms around her and held my head tight against
her.  I began kissing her admitting I wanted to be her slave.  She made me repeat
myself just for her amusement.  Then she asked me what I would be willing to do
as her slave. I was unsure how to answer that. I was not thinking or talking real
well at this point. She then said " Well I intend to find out what you will do"
With that she sat at the chair at my desk and told me to strip. I hesitated at
first, but when I saw her expression I knew she meant now. I began taking my
clothes off. Then she told me to stop. She got up and turned on my stereo. Then
she told me to put on a good show for her.

Normally I am a pretty confident person, but being forced to do a strip tease in
my own office while my assistant sat there behind my desk made me feel,
embarrassed and humiliated. As much as I had fantasized about such a moment, it
still was uncomfortable for me. But she was taking pleasure in my discomfort.


She looked satisfied for a few beats of the music with what he was doing, then
she noticed he was starting to blush and look down.  "No" she said. "I want you
to put on a show.  I want you to do for me what you want all the strippers you go
see to do for you."  At this point, he really started to do a bump and grind,
more confident as he went.  Just as soon as he started to get really comfortable
with the situation, she changed it all again.  She changed the music to something
quiet and romantic in mid-pelvic thrust.  He looked at her a little confused
because he was pretty sure he had finally been doing something to please her.

She picked up the wooden ruler laying on the desk.  She walked around him while
he stood in the middle of the room, naked and vulnerable, sizing him up, slapping
her hand all the while with the ruler.  This made him even more confused.  He was
so sure she was at least pleased with the dance, but not by the look on her face.

"Turn around" she demanded.  He started to tell her no, but realized that it
wouldn't do any good.  The ruler slapping on her palm while his ass was to her
made him extremely uncomfortable in two different ways.  He was afraid she would
use it, and afraid she wouldn't.  He tried to look over his shoulder to see what
she was doing.  "No!" she demanded in a low voice. His eyes snapped front and
center, then he realized he could see her reflection in the window.  She was
looking him over in a way that he just couldn't seem to analyze.  Once again, the
mixed emotions surfaced.  After what seemed to be an eternity, he felt the ruler.
He wasn't prepared at all, because he hadn't even seen her make a move in the
glass.  He felt the ruler slide slowly, gently up the crack of his ass.  He
immediately tensed, expecting a hard slap.  Instead, the ruler caressed slowly up
and down, rubbing against his asshole, tickling his cheeks, until he relaxed and
closed his eyes to more fully enjoy the sensations..  That's when she struck,
slapping him hard across the cheeks of his ass, making him jump, and making his
dick get harder than he ever thought possible.  She reached around the front of
him, barely flicking his erection with her hand, seeming to check the hardness to
see if it was to her satisfaction.

She picked his tie up off the floor.   She began running it thru her hand,
staring at him as if she couldn't quite decide what to do with it.  He kept
watching her reflection in the glass, trying to guess her next action.  She
pulled his hands behind him and tied them securely there.  "Now, undress me."  He
turned around with a confused look on his face, trying to decide if she was
serious.  His hands were tied!  "Yes," she said, "with your teeth. "  This was
becoming one of the most demeaning, exciting experiences of his life.  The
emotions that crossed his face seemed to excite her, too. Finally, he walked to
where she stood in the middle of his office.  He started working at the buttons
on her shirt with his teeth.  When he got to the middle buttons, he pushed at the
blouse with his face, reaching her breasts.  Her nipples were erect thru her bra,
and he flicked at them with his tongue.  "No," she said.  He continued on down
with the rest of the buttons, suprised that he could actually do this.  She
shrugged her shirt off when he got to the bottom button.  "Now the skirt."  He
started on the buttons down the front of her skirt.  When he got to the third or
fourth b utton, her skirt fell down around her ankles.  She was standing there in
her bra, underwear, garter belt, hose and heels.  He looked at her body with more
lust and appreciation than any other time in his life because of the situation. 
She stood there, watching him on his knees, getting wetter because of his
erection.  "Do you want me?"  she asked.  All he could do is nod, he seemed to
have lost his voice.  "Lick my stomach."  He started licking her, running his
tongue all around her belly button, inside it, around the edge of her garter
belt.  "Now my tits" she demanded.  He had to rise to a crouch to do this, trying
not to fall with his hands still tied behind his back.  She seemed to get even
more turned on by this.  He ran his tongue beneath her bra, trying to reach her
nipples.  She enjoyed his efforts, enjoyed the way he was trying so hard to
please, enjoyed the way she finally had control of this man that actually had
control of her.

"Sit in the chair."  He snapped his head up, snapping out of his lust-induced
daze  She kept changing the situation on him.  As soon as he got comfortable with
one thing, she made him do another.  He backed up into the chair, sitting down
hard because he couldn't use his hands to balance himself.  She got on top of him
in the chair.  He tried to kiss her, but she pulled back.  "Not until I tell you.
 Right now, I want you to suck my nipples ."  She pulled her breasts out of her
bra, holding them up for him to suck.  He started tentatively, barely touching
them.  "No, run your tongue around them, suck on them as if your life depended on
it.  Your ego certainly does."  He decided to get bold about it.  He ran his
tongue around the nipples, then took them into his mouth, sucking the hard
nipples into his mouth roughly.  She moaned, then made him do the same to the
other.  She rubbed her pussy against his chest while he was sucking on her
nipples.  Finally, he had found something that pleased her, that she didn't seem
to want to stop.  He could feel her wetness through her thin panties as she
rubbed herself against him.

She pulled back suddenly.  She didn't want to come this soon, she wanted to make
him work.  She also didn't want him to know how close she was.  She covered her
response to him by giving him a stern look and saying, "Is that the best you can
do?"  Once again, confusion set in for him, he was so sure she was enjoying it. 
She put her knees on the arm of the chair, bringing her pussy face-level with
him.  "Now, let's see if you can do it right with this."


With that she grabbed his head and forced it to her panty covered pussy. She told
him not to move! Her aroma was great, he could tell how hot she was. She began
humping his face, chin and mouth. He was remaining still. His face was wet from
her juices through her panties

She was using his face to get her self off on. As much as he wanted to open his
mouth, to just slide his tongue over that pussy he was obeying her. He had
already learned how hard she could spank. As much of a turn on as it was getting
a spanking, he wasn't ready for another one.

She knew he was struggling to remain still. She asked him what was wrong, what do
you want she said. He replied by saying "Take your panties off please" Oh he
wanted to taste her so bad. She got up off of him. She looked behind his door
where he sometimes kept his neck ties. She found one and made a blindfold out of
it. Now he was blindfolded and had his hands tied together.


At this point she took off her panties, she bean teasing him by rubbing the soft
wet panties around his dick, then up to his face. He wanted to smell her sent,
but was to embarrassed to admit it. When she brought her panties to his face, she
told him to sniff them, she made him admit he loved her smell. She began rubbing
his dick as he enjoyed her aroma. He could feel her playing with herself as she
rubbed him.

Then she brought her finger to his mouth, rubbing her juices on his lips, face
and nose, watching him struggle to lick it off. Amused by how hot and horny he
was for her juices she began playing with herself more, continuing to rub her
juices on his face.  She also noticed he was leaking a lot of pre cum.  She took
her fingers and rubbed the precum on to her finger. Then just like her own
juices, she rubbed his own on his face.  She started teasing him about being her
slave, calling him things like pussy slave. Then she began feeding him her
juices, as well as his own. She made him ask for more of his own pre cum, and
admit to her he liked it.  He refused to say that he liked it.

With that she grabbed him, rolled him on to his stomach and began spanking him,
harder then before Telling him, if she told him he liked it, then he did. He was
her property and did what she told him. The spankings were hard. But as hard as
they were, he got harder with each one.

Finally he began saying he liked the taste of his pre cum, and that he wanted
more. She was amused. Here was this man, so tough on the outside, so strong and
confident, yet he was hopeless to her. Completely at her mercy.