Personnel Training (Fem - Dom erotica) (6 page)

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Helen, the
director of finances stepped back from the door and allowed
Kathleen entry into her home. She had made an effort to dress for
the visit and it showed. The woman looked younger and more radiant
than ever, it showed in her warm if hesitant smile at Kathleen's
reaction.

"Oh Yes," What
a transformation," Kathleen complimented and then walked straight
through into the lounge.

The two women
sat opposite one another, Helen on the settee and Kathleen in an
armchair, she placed her handbag on the long rectangular coffee
table between them and settled herself, crossing her legs
casually.

Helen, her hand
shaking passed the glass of scotch over to Kathleen and sat back
averting her eyes.

"This is a most
embarrassing situation for...."

"Why?" Kathleen
questioned severely, immediately asserting her authority, "You like
sex with women and so do I."

"Yes....but,
well, we are working colleges, if anyone at the office ever found
out about...."

"They won't,
unless you tell them of course."

Kathleen
drained her glass and made much of placing it on the table,
deliberately maintaining a silence and allowing the woman to fumble
for her next words and thoughts.

"I just don't
think that what you propose is a good idea. I think we should just
forget the whole sorrow episode."

Kathleen huffed
in derision, "Do you indeed?"

She uncrossed
her legs and shifted forward in her seat to add emphasis to her
next statement. Her voice was low but firm and filled with
threat.

"You Helen, are
going to fuck with me, like it or not. If you should refuse then
the other directors will certainly get to know your sexual
preferences."

The woman's
expression was one of shocked horror, "You wouldn't"

Kathleen smiled
and sat back in her armchair, "Try me," she challenged and fell
silent whilst watching the woman squirm in discomfort and
embarrassment.

Many minutes
passed in tensed stillness as Helen considered the challenge set.
She nodded mournfully, "Very well then, it seems I have no choice -
but just once."

Kathleen's
response was swift and uncompromising, "I will dictate how many
times. I will tell you where and when and don't you dare – ever to
try to dictate to me."

Helen hung her
head, her bottom lip quivering and her hands rubbing together
nervously on her lap.

Kathleen took
the lead, imposing further her will on the nervous woman.

"Stand up,
bitch, and strip that blouse off."

Helen complied
slowly, standing and with great reluctance began unbuttoning her
blouse under Kathleen's critical stare. Her plain white bra did
little to flatter her otherwise ample and rounded breasts.
Shamefully she dropped the blouse to the floor, her gaze
downcast.

"And the bra,"
came the curt command.

She slipped the
bra off her body to stand before Kathleen, her well-formed breasts
hanging down in fullness, the large rubbery nipples pointing out
temptingly.

"Now the rest,
I want to see you naked."

Helen blushed
heavily as she stripped before her colleague her pale but well
formed body being revealed as the clothes were discarded. She stood
shame-faced and nude, the thick dark thatch of pubic hair between
her thighs in stark contrast to her white skin.

"Turn around
then," Kathleen snapped with a hint or irritation in her tone.

The woman
turned, she felt and looked totally degraded and humiliated.
Standing silently to be inspected whilst Kathleen remained seated
and fully clothed issuing the instructions.

"Face me and
squat, I want to see your pussy."

She complied,
turning and squatting with her knees wide apart and her open pussy
on show. Helen balanced unsteadily there on her toes whilst
Kathleen ogled her gaping sex.

"You don't like
me do you?" Kathleen taunted.

"It isn't that
exactly...."

"A simple yes
or no is all that is required."

"Yes."

"Liar,"
Kathleen screeched and then burst out laughing, "But that simply
makes it better for me."

She removed the
glass and her bag from the long wooden coffee table, "Lie back on
the coffee table but keep your feet on the floor."

Her head rested
back at one end of the coffee table and her buttocks perched just
on the end at the other. Her feet were flat on the floor and her
knees bent. Helen lay there passively with her mons pushed up and
her legs tightly clamped together.

"Oh please, no
tying," Helen protested weakly as Kathleen grasped one of her
wrists and began binding the thin cord around it.

"Silence bitch,
I will do as I wish with you."

The director of
finances lay silently as her wrists was bound and pulled back and
down to the side of the table and tied securely to one of the
coffee table. The same was repeated on the other side to pin her
arms down and back as the sides of the table. Kathleen then set
about roping one of Helen's ankles to each leg of the other end of
the table.

"There, all
nice and helpless now aren't you," Kathleen gloated and pulled the
camera from her handbag.

"God! No
photos, please, no photos."

Kathleen simply
chuckled and took several snaps of the naked and bound woman, "My
little piece of insurance in case you should wish to vote against
me again."

Helen groaned
loudly at the realisation of her predicament and then screamed as
the leather belt slapped hard down across her naked breasts.

"Why? Why did
you vote against me?"

She lashed
again; a cruel and stinging blow that bit spitefully across one of
Helen's nipples, then followed that with five more hard lashes.

"Jealous,"
Helen blurted, "I was jealous of you."

Kathleen paused
in her thrashing."A surprisingly honest answer, you please me slut
and will be spared more pain for being so forthright."

Helen slumped
in relief, her tensed body lowering back to rest on the table, the
struggling against her bonds finished.

Kathleen began
to undress, positioned at the side of the table so that Helen could
watch; she peeled her clothes off in a sensual striptease of utter
temptation. Her back arched and chest out she towered over the
woman and bathed in the hungry longing looks given to her.

"Now then,"
Kathleen said softly and knelt by the side of the table. "Let's
taste this sweet little body of yours shall we?"

Her head dipped
down to suck one of Helen's hard nipples into her mouth. She rolled
it with her tongue and bit gently on the bud as the woman moaned
her delight at the sensations she was experiencing.

Kathleen then
moved downward, planting a series of light kisses over the woman's
breasts and stomach, edging ever downward towards her pussy. She
delighted in the trembling and tensing of the writhing Helen as she
pulled against her bonds and moaned in contentment.

A huge sigh
escaped Helen's hips as Kathleen's soft, warm lips reached her mons
and planted a light kiss on the tip of her erect clitoris. She
mewed constantly as Kathleen moved around to the end of the table
and knelt between her parted thighs. She cried out as the wet tip
of Kathleen's tongue traced circles around her hard clitoris.

"Please," she
pleaded, "please do it."

Her body tensed
and bucked as the flat of Kathleen's tongue scraped over her bud in
a long cat-like stroke. She was gripped by a series of
body-wrenching spasms as the lick was repeated again and again. Her
insides gripped and her internal muscles contracted as the tearing
sensations ripped through her. Her body relaxed only when Kathleen
sat back on her heels smiling broadly.

"Marvellous,"
Helen moaned softly, "simply marvellous."

Her praise was
abruptly halted by the feel of the head of the great dildo pressing
against her inner lips.

"God that feels
big," she offered and then gasped as the big bulbous head pushed
in.

"Aaaahh," she
moaned as the thick rubber shaft pushed fully up inside her,
stretching and pulling the soft inner lips tightly around its
girth. She was breathing deeply, trying to allow her body to adjust
to the huge invader. She grunted as it was withdrawn until just the
great head remained inside her body and cried out as it was forced
back up until the handle crushed against her clitoris.

Back and forth
the huge cock-like dildo moved, gaining in force and speed of the
thrusting until the woman was grunting loudly in time with the hard
thrusts.

"Yes," she
moaned, "yes, yes."

The coffee
table rocked under the hard pounding as the dildo was rammed hard
into her, Helen's head and shoulders rose to strain against her
bonds as she urged her orgasm to her. She cried out and then
screamed as the orgasm tore through her to buck and shake her body
in uncontrollable jerking spasms.

"Randy little
slut aren't you?" Kathleen commented as she took several photos of
the prostrate woman. She focused especially on the huge black dildo
protruding from Helen's pussy.

***

Kathleen sat
proudly in her seat at the conference table, her place by right now
as a director of the board. She eyed the other directors in turn as
they voted on her proposal, silently transmitting her threat to use
the knowledge that she held on each of them.

All hands rose
in turn and then the chairman spoke, "The vote is carried. I
formally announce that the board and the company now have a new
chairman - Kathleen."

THE END.

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