The Secretary with All the Keys (A Fantasy)

I work in a big traditional office where most of the executives are men and most of the secretaries are women. I get a new secretary assigned -- Emma. She is a young and beautiful vivacious brunette I have seen her in the building before, but she seems be to transferred frequently from floor to floor. It doesn't take me long to learn that Emma is extremely intelligent and well-educated. I wonder why she is content to be a secretary.

Emma is always impeccably dressed in form-fitting skirts, slight low-cut tops, stockings and heels I can't keep my eyes off her. I try to be professional, but because her desk is immediately in front of my office, I have trouble keeping my eyes off her entirely. She has a sensual way of moving even when she is only filing papers or answering the phone. Occasionally, she catches me staring at the seams in the back of her stockings or watching her skirt as it rides up her legs when she crosses them.

One day, I am giving Emma dictation and she is sitting with her legs crossed, dangling one of her high heels just a few feet from me. She meets my eyes looking at her stockinged feet and shoe. I get distracted and lose my place in the dictation. She says, "If you like my shoes so much, why don't you get down on your knees and kiss them?""Excuse me?," I say."I think you heard me," she says. It only takes me an instant to make my choice and I am down on my knees before her, kissing the bottoms of her Prada slingbacks.

After that, it is only a matter of days before she has asserted control over every aspect of my life at work. She soon requires that I wear pink panties underneath my suit each day at work. Throughout the day, she periodically comes into my office and shuts the door behind her to perform an inspection or require that I worship her feet.

Although I only see Emma at work -- I don't even know where she lives -- I dream of her nightly and tremble for her arrival each morning. Once she has me under her thumb, Emma insists that I increase my productivity at work. She makes me take additional work projects home and rewards me when I finish a project successfully and punishes me when I fail to meet deadlines. Under her supervision, my productivity increases 50% because I am driven with a sexual urge to please her and it infuses all my work. One month after Emma has seized control, she brings some documents into my office for me to sign. She tells me that as a secretary she only makes $25,000 a year and that as an executive I make $200,000. She says, "We both know that based on our worth to the company, those figures should be reversed." I tell her that I will arrange to give her a raise.

She says that she has an easier way. She presents me with documents establishing a direct deposit of my paycheck into her account so that I am left only with a remainder of $25,000 per year and she gets everything above that, including my stock options and equity in the company. I sign it willingly because I know that she deserves it. Several months later, it is time for her periodic employee review. I give her the top marks in all categories -- which she would merit for her top-notch work, even if I were not her slave. She takes the time to review me. She says that I have potential but that I sometimes get distracted by my sexual urges. She pulls out a shiny plastic chastity tube out of her briefcase and tells me to put it on. She watches with idle curiosity as I obey. Then she locks the tube with a small brass padlock and keeps the key. "Now, I think you will have the discipline to devote yourself to your work. After every major project you finish you will receive relief. The more work you do, the more frequently you be able to come."

A few days later, Emma tells me she is transferring herself to work for an executive on another floor. She smiles and says "Don't worry, I'll stop by frequently to supervise." She points to my crotch where the chastity tube hangs underneath my pants and says, "Anyway, that should do most of my work for me."As she packs up her things to move, I notice the key ring on which she keeps the key to my chastity device. There must be 30 or 40 similar, small brass keys on it.

All of a sudden, it dawns on me. For the last several years, she has worked her way through the business, systematically conquering and dominating almost all the male executives. She must be making millions each year if each one, like me, has been reduced in wages to a secretary. Even as I watch her walk away and I think about the life ahead of me --single-minded devotion to my work, long periods of chastity, all at very low wages -- I have no regrets.

A Night with Goddess Manuela

Tonight was my second meeting and first real session with Goddess Manuela. She had a wonderfully commanding presence and she was quickly able to usher me into "sub space" -- the intoxicating and erotic psychological state resulting from relinquishing one's power to a superior female.

I soon realized that Goddess Manuela and I shared similar interests in Domination/submission. Neither of us was really interested in pain. We both shared an interest in the psychological aspects of submission and control; humiliation; and financial domination.

She made me undress in front of my camera and show her my pathetic body. She laughed at my small stature and weak chest. She inspected my cock and told me that it now belonged to her. She said that she was particularly interested chastity and orgasm control. She told me that I was strictly prohibited from masturbating or coming without her permission.

Goddess Manuela was dressed in a business suit again and sat regally in her chair as she gave me instructions. She made me visit the Western Union website and send her $100 immediately. She made me go to Trashy.com and purchase her a corset. Goddess Manuela said that Trashy would not ship to her Eastern European country, but that I better find a way to get it to her.


I purchased her the $400 velvet corset pictured above, but in black & wine colors, not pink.

Goddess Manuela then told me to humiliate myself in front of one of her friends, Selena. She told me to visit Selena by instant message and tell her what a miserable little slave I was and to offer a webcam view of my naked body on my knees ready to serve. Goddess Manuela told me to visit Selena's paysite later and spend 30 minutes there to repay her for wasting her time.

Finally, at the conclusion of our session Goddess Manuela told me that she had a fiancé. I told her this did not matter to me because I was content in my role as her slave. I said that in the future I would love to take them both on a vacation somewhere in Europe. I would pay for their dinners together at elegant restaurants and their rooms at luxurious city hotels, charming country inns, and historic hotels in renovated castles and chateaus. I would stay in the room next door and act as their valet -- bringing them breakfast in bed, washing their clothes, and packing their bags each day.

Goddess Manuela said it would be a fantasy of hers to make love to her fiancé on a bed covered with $20 bills provided by me, while I was forced to watch from the floor of the hotel room, on all fours like a dog, or while chained to a chair. We agreed that if I was a very good and devoted slave for the next six months that this fantasy might be able to become a reality in August.

I met an Angel

I was surfing around CamContacts -- a site with a large number of independent webcam hostesses -- last night and I met the most amazing and beautiful woman -- a true ANGELL.

ANGELL was not in the Fetish or Dungeon categories, where most women interested in BDSM via webcam congregate, but I could tell as we chatted that she had the naturally dominant and assertive personality that makes me fall to my knees. She was exactly my physical type -- a slim, beautiful, raven-haired brunette with an expressive face and amazing legs. Although I don't care about breasts as much as most men, I was in awe of her perfectly shaped 32Ds.

She was dressed in an elegant business suit with a low-cut front, a short skirt, and black stockings -- quite a contrast from the cheap bedroom attire that you will find on most hostesses on CamContacts. She told me that in a few hours she would be off to her job at a law office.

As we chatted, I learned that she lived in Eastern Europe and that, in addition to working as a legal professional, she had substantial real estate investments and a hotel business in the development stages. I could tell that she was intelligent, ambitious, and hard working.

I explained to her my long-time desires to submit to and serve beautiful and naturally dominant women. Although I don't think she had had much experience with domination, she had an immediate and instinctual sense of how to handle me. She said that I should call her Goddess Manuela and asked me how I could prove my sincerity and desire to please. I immediately arranged to pay her the maximum fee to chat ($6 per minute), triple the amount I was paying.

Despite the fact I needed to leave for the airport at 4 am the next day, I talked with Goddess Manuela for quite a while. I became convinced that her natural confidence, her instinctual sense of superiority, her perfect English, and her physical beauty would make Goddess Manuela a wonderful Mistress to serve. I explained that I would be on vacation for several days but that I would arrange to contact Her again as soon as I could.

Rachael Ray's husband and I have something in common

Synchronicity. Just a few days ago I had a hot pro domme session that involved being spat on, and I realized that could be a real fetish of mine. Today the gossip sites are filled with the breaking story that Food Network star Rachael Ray's husband, John Cusimano, has similar predilictions.

According to the National Enquirer, Cusimano paid Jeannine Walz, a 30-year-old Florida woman, hundreds of dollars to spit on him and rub her feet in his face. As reported by the New York Daily News:

[The] woman contends that they met outside a lesbian bar in New York's West Village in 2000. That night, she said, Cusimano paid Walz and three friends $20 to spit in his face. "He even took pictures of us doing it," she tells the tab.

Walz said they continued to meet at her apartment and the apartment he shared at the time with Ray, 38.

"Sometimes he'd be naked," she claims. "I always kept my clothes on.

"John paid me up to $500 for a session," she claims. "We'd often have sessions at least twice a month … I virtually supported myself by spitting on him. But there was never any normal sex involved. He once offered to pay me $1,200 to perform a kinky sex act with him, but I refused."

I can't seem to find a photo of Jeannine Walz, the woman in question, but I would let Rachael Ray hawk her sweet, Triscuit-flavored loogies at my face all day long.

A Session with Mistress Gisele: Part 3

A Golden Conclusion

I was nearing the end of my two-hour session with Mistress Gisele, so she took me back to the private room. She unfolded a large diaper and placed it on the floor. She told me to take off the panties and lie down on my back on top of the diaper. I knew what was coming next and I looked up in anticipation as Mistress Gisele towered above me. She stood with her legs on either side of my head and positioned herself where I could only see her rear. Then, although I could not see it, she must have pulled down the front part of her panties because suddenly there was a solid yellow stream of her piss coming down on my crotch. She must have been holding it in, because it was a strong rope-like stream of piss, lasting for 20 or 30 seconds and totally drenching my cock and balls.

After she finished, Mistress Gisele told me to wipe myself clean and get up carefully. I thought we might be done for the night, but then she pointed to the substantial pool of urine that had collected in the diaper. She explained that it could be messy to clean up if there was too much piss in the diaper and she told me to drink as much as I could. I got down on all fours and slurped up as much as I could take.

After that, we were done. Mistress Gisele allowed me to use the dungeon's shower to rinse off all her various wonderful body fluids. I tried to use make-up remover to take off the lipstick on my chest but it was a slow process. So, we decided that I should spent the night and next day with this under my clothes. It would be a secret reminder of my role in the world -- as the object of women's contempt and the literal target of their spit.

This was one of the best pro domme sessions I have had in several years.

A Session with Mistress Gisele: Part 2

The Spitting Contest

At the beginning of our session, I told Mistress Gisele that I was interested in pushing my humiliation boundaries. After we finished with the violet wand, she resumed her verbal humiliation of me and began to punctuate her insults by periodically spitting in my face. This form of degradation -- of ultimate disrespect -- really hit the spot for me and made me rock hard. Mistress Gisele could tell I enjoyed it and she kept returning to this treatment. Her saliva would hit my forehead and drip down over my eyes or be sprayed all over my cheeks. Occasionally, she would ask me to open wide and launch her spit directly into my eager mouth.

Mistress Gisele asked if I would like other women to spit on me and when I said yes, of course, she organized an impromptu spitting contest. First, she ordered me to offer up a cash prize to make it worthwhile for the other Mistresses. We agreed that $40 would be sufficient. Then, she took bright red lipstick and drew two concentric circles on my bare chest, forming a target with my bellybutton as the bulls eye. She added smaller circles higher on my chest, one around each nipple. There was some disagreement later as to whether this looked more like a bear's face and ears or the Mickey Mouse logo, but there was no disagreement that I looked ridiculous.



Mistress Gisele ushered me into a common office area of the Dungeons of Mistress Elizabeth and I met the two other women who had elected to participate in the spitting contest -- Mistress Dale, who I had the pleasure of sessioning with some time ago, and a tall, willowy blonde who was working in the office as a receptionist. The women looked over my short, scrawny body, the lipstick target on my chest, and the panties I was still wearing and they both got a chuckle.

Mistress Gisele established the rules. There was a line about three away from me that they would stand behind, lean in and spit at me. Any saliva landing in the outer circle or the small circles around my nipples would score 1 point. Any spit landing in the inner circle around my navel would score 2 points. In three separate rounds each of the three contestants would have five chances to spit on me -- 45 opportunities for me be spat on!

The receptionist was not a good spitter. She was more of a sprayer. Although she used her height advantage over the two Mistresses and leaned in over the line, the normal result of her efforts was a diffuse spray of saliva on my face and few or no points for her.

Mistress Dale, however, turned out to be a championship spitter. She launched large, dense loogies in perfect parabolic arcs onto my face and chest. Two of Mistress Dale's thick loogies hit my face in a row and it looked like cum rolling down my cheek in a bukkake shot. Mistress Gisele said, "I bet you like that feeling -- having cum landing on your face and rolling down to your chin, don't you? Well, you better learn to like it."

Oddly enough, although the point-winning targets were on my chest, it seems at least a third of the Mistresses' saliva salvos ended up on my face. I absolutely loved the humiliation of this game and I had a raging erection in my panties throughout the whole 20-minute event. It was a close contest because Mistress Gisele was also an accomplished spitter, but in the end Mistress Dale's superior technique won out and she won the contest and claimed the $40.

A Session with Mistress Gisele: Part 1

I was alone on a Saturday night and I had the familiar urge to be dominated by a beautiful woman. So, I called the Dungeons of Mistress Elizabeth, a midtown Manhattan house of domination that I had enjoyed visiting several times before, and arranged for a session.

My appointment was with Mistress Gisele, a Mistress I had never served before. Mistress Gisele is a young Latina dominatrix with short curly brown hair. Although I am most often attracted to slender, size-zero beauties, on that November night Mistress Gisele's more womanly figure, with ample breasts concealed by a black corset and powerful thighs rising above black leather boots, was strongly attractive. Throughout our session, she had an engaging sneer on her lips and a genuinely controlling demeanor.

Mistress Gisele started out by putting me in panties, engaging in a bit of verbal abuse and humiliation, and some over-the-knee spanking. I had to thank Mistress Gisele by name after each slap to my panty-clad ass and I quickly fell into hot water because I was having trouble remembering the correct pronunciation of Gisele. I knew it started with a soft G, but I was confused about whether its should be "JIS - elle" with the accent on the first syllable or "ji - SELL" with the accent at the end. Each time I failed to pronounce it correctly, her blows grew harder and her verbal abuse grew stronger.

Finally, I found a way to remember the correct pronunciation forever -- it should be pronounced "JIZZ - elle" as in jism. I told the Mistress the mnemonic I had developed and she laughed. She said, "I like that. But don't ever mispronounce it again. If you do, I'll have to get another male sub in here to jizz on your face to help you remember, OK?"

The Violet Wand

After Mistress Gisele finished spanking me, she placed leather cuffs on my legs and wrists and bound me to the St. Andrew's cross on the back wall of the session room. Although I had told her that I was not really a pain slut, she was eager to try the violet wand on me and I agreed. I had never experienced a violet wand before. This is a device that generates a high-voltage purple electric arc that can be applied to the skin. The power is adjustable so that the sensation produced can range from a tingle or slight shock (like the static shock you can get from touching metal) up to more substantial jolts.

Mistress Gisele masterfully introduced me to this new toy. She moved the glass tip of the wand alternately between areas like my chest or arms, where it produced a sensual tingle, and more sensitive areas like my nipples, penis & balls where it gave off a shock or very brief burning sensation. Slowly she increased the power to the wand, ultimately giving me cattle-prod shocks to the genitals that made me jump in my restraints and start to flinch in anticipation when I saw the wand approach.

At that point, Mistress Gisele placed a blindfold over my eyes to stop this flinching. Receiving the violet wand while blindfolded was a very sensual experience. In the dark, I could sense Mistress Gisele's proximity and feel her breath, but I had no idea what sensitive zone the shock would land on next. She varied the locations and timing of her touches so adeptly that, as in any great horror film, the anticipation and suspense were as delicious as the actually shocks.

Overall, I greatly enjoyed my first experience with the violet wand. Although I don't really enjoy pain, the electric shock is a lighter, quicker, more sensual type of pain than the heavier pain of a flogging or canning.