She tapped her nails on the desk. She just had her manicure that morning; buffed and rounded, never cut and polished. They shined brightly and felt strong against the wood grain, making a pleasantly sharp tone as she rhythmically kept on.
He was 2 minutes late. Her assistant was only going to be at lunch another 30 minutes more, which made for bad timing. She should have scheduled him after work, not during. But she was antsy. She had masturbated several times that week, but hadn’t had anyone to play with.
She hadn’t planned this little escapade until after she got to the office today, when the thought of Lonny’s sweet breath entered her mind. She had met him at a play party when he approached her seeking guidance.
Lonny had the appearance and demeanor of an off duty firefighter: serious, but approachable and fit. He was not a typical sub in many ways. But in some ways he was very much a submissive: hyper-intelligent, sweet, quietly charming and above all doting.
But they all behaved that way at first. She had to decipher if he just wanted to play his fetishes out with her or if he was serious about the lifestyle and being under her control.
They had been on several outings together. The one at The Dungeon BDSM sex club where she played and tortured him publicly had left her very impressed.
But bringing him to her work was a rookie mistake. It was too soon. She was letting her libido call this shot and she knew it. But she needed this today.
There were many things she wanted and needed in life; but a man was definitely very high on the list. Except it had to be her way, under her control and with absolutely no restrictions. And boy did she like it that way.
Othelia hadn’t yet given him a taste of her or even a glance at her body besides the one long kiss she had given him as a present after The Dungeon. That kiss was so pure, so giving, so enveloping and sweet. She was excited to see him.
She was also glad she had unknowingly picked just the right outfit for what she had in mind today. A crisp, red, button down, fitted blouse, a black A line skirt, black garter belt holding up black stockings matching her black thong and push-up brassier. Capping it off with her black, patten leather, come fuck me if you dare, red bottom, stiletto heels.
She had texted Lonny after her morning coffee asking if he was game to try his hand at making her cum that afternoon. She was happy when his quick reply was a simple “please, yes, my Queen”.
She texted him the address, the time and clear instructions; such as the best parking spots, and directions to her office. But now he was 3 minutes late.
She unbuttoned one of the black buttons on her blood red colored top, showing the smallest sliver of her black lingerie. She leaned back in her chair, hiked up her skirt to show her garter belt and beautiful legs and put her feet up on the table in a very commandeering yet controlled and calm demeanor. She had a devilishly cute smile on her face.
Lonny raced in, huffing and puffing. “Ok, please don’t laugh at me, but I did some research to pick out exactly how I’d get here and figured out a parking spot that based on geography I thought would be better, but somehow it ended up being farther than I realized. And where I was trying to seem like I was going above and beyond I ended up looking like a fool because I should have just done what you told me to do”
She had to pinch the palm of her hand to stop herself from laughing. It was so damn cute. But she couldn’t let him off. It would set a bad precedent. They didn’t have the rules cemented enough to allow for silly mistakes yet. She fretted for a second, but kept her poker face. This was making Lonny sweat profusely and stutter to think of what else to say.
“Well” Othelia calmly and slowly answered in a very stern voice. “I think you’ve learned your lesson here. You don’t know me well enough yet to know when and where to go above and beyond and when to listen and do exactly what I told you to do.”
He stared at her blankly. She felt for him a little. But also wanted to laugh still. She squinted her left eye, which he would learn is her “tell” that something is afoot.
“You know why you’re here, my secretary comes back in 25 minutes. I was going to let you leave before he got back but now I will not. You will do exactly what I tell you to do and if that doesn’t work for you, there is the door and you’re welcome see yourself out. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes Mistress” Lonny still stuttered a bit.
She had to work on that Mistress word. She never liked that term used for Dommes or female dominatrix. It reminded her too much of infidelity. She preferred Goddess, Queen, Master. But she was waiting for the right time to change that and hadn’t settled on it yet. Oh these little decisions. She relished then all dearly.
She so loved being a Domme, except she liked the whole lifestyle not just sexually. She enjoyed having a FLR (female led relationship).
Othelia firmly believed that’s the problem with most relationship. There isn’t a defined and both agreed upon description of the separation of powers. Every relationship has a power dynamic and in BSDM relationships that is well defined; sometimes contractually, which she herself preferred.
And she truly loved making all these little decisions or even better her not having to make that many because the men understood her, her expectations, her demeanor, they learned all about her and responded accordingly. That was the achievable result of a good D/s (Dominant/submissive) relationship.
“Ok” she said, having his full attention. You will take off your shoes so you don’t scuff my desk. I put some water here for you if you’d like some before we begin. Please let me know if you’d like to use the restroom now as well” and Lonny shook his head no and grabbed a sip of the water listening intently. Her heart swelled with joy at the look of sheer adoration he gave her.
“You will come and get under my desk and pleasure me with your mouth and fingers until I orgasm. I will give you instructions as we go if I need to but I’d mostly like to see your skills. Do you have skill at this Lonny?”. She asked teasingly.
“Yes, Ma’am. I aim to please you.” And at that she pulled her underwear off and spread her legs. “Come here then” she said softly and Lonny went right to work.
Maybe it was the setting that added to the whole experience. The fact they may get caught. Maybe it was his pretty masterful skills. He was able to find her g-spot easily and rubbed her ass and fingered her pussy and anus while he licked her clit voraciously. He was very adept and she came quicker than she ever remembered before from cunnilingus.
After she orgasmed loudly she let him rest his head in her lap and pet his hair tenderly for a bit. Then she pulled him up for a soft kiss and tasted herself in it. He was putting his shoes on right as her secretary popped his head in.
“I’m back from lunch. Need anything?” Rick asked staring at Lonny intently for a moment gathering up what he assumed had happened here.
“No Rick, thanks. I’ll be going to lunch in a minute.” Othelia replied.
She stood up, pulled down her skirt and slid her thong back on.
“You have plans or you want to go to lunch with me?” she asked Lonny, who she was very glad didn’t look embarrassed at all. In fact he was looking like quite the triumphant warrior.
“I’d love to go to lunch. I’m starving.” Lonny responded, opening the door to her office as she grabbed her jacket and purse and headed that way.