The Beginning by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2003
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Walking by your desk, I look at your computer screen,  glancing at the erotic story you have up on it. I smile wickedly, and go back to my own desk. I watch you all day, and I see you rubbing yourself once in a while, and I can tell you are keeping yourself semi-hard, for literally hours. I unconsciously lick my lips, anticipating keeping you not just a little hard, but rock hard for hours, until you beg me to let you cum. 

I'd had a suspicion about you for weeks now. There was something about you that told me you were a submissive, that you yearned for a strong woman to take control of your body. I wondered how long you had dreamed of it, fantasized about it; being a boy toy, a sex slave, whatever you want to call it, for the right woman. I knew that I was going to be that woman.

Sitting at my desk, I waited until I saw you leave for the day. I followed you down to the parking garage, and just as you start to unlock your car, I lean my soft rounded breasts up against your back, and run my hand down the front of your body. You jump, and my hand reaches lower to cup your cock. 

"Shhhhhhhh," I say quietly. You hold perfectly, rigidly still, and I gently massage you, feeling you thicken and harden against my fingers. "That's a good boy," I croon. You only groan, pushing yourself against my hand.

"W..h..hoo are you," you stutter. 

"Your fantasy, pet," I whisper. "Get in the car."

Fumbling with the keys, you manage to finally open the door, and you fling it open and flop down in the seat. I lean over, looking into your eyes, my emerald colored blouse falling away from my body, exposing a lacy white bra and full, luscious cleavage. I see you struggling, not knowing where to look, into my eyes or at my tits. 

"God, Cathy, you scared the hell out of me," you stammer nervously. 

Laughing softly, I reach into the car and again grab your cock. "I'm not joking, pet." Your eyes widen, and your cheeks flush.

"H..h..how did you know?"

"I wrote those stories, Mark, the stories you have been reading and masturbating over," I murmur as I continue to massage your iron hard cock.

"JJessssssssussssss, Cathy, you?" you croak.

"Yes, me, my sweet. And you loved them, didn't you?"

"Fuck yeah, Cathy. God, I can't count the number of times I came reading your stories." Your hips start to push your throbbing erection against my hand. 

Lightly squeezing you, I whisper, "Ah, ah, ah.....not
yet, pet."

Your whole body shudders, and I release the pressure. You are panting now, your chest heaving, your eyes a little dazed. "Now, dear, I want you to do exactly as I say."

As you look into my eyes, I can see it hitting you, that I am for real, that I will do those things I wrote about, that I will take control of you. "Yes, Ma'am," you groan.

"Good boy." I stand, and walk around to the other side of the car. "Let me in, pet." 

I see your hesitation, knowing the command is about more than opening the car door. It's about letting me into your fantasies, into your heart, your very soul. But you cannot resist, and you unlock the door, and I slide into the seat next to you. 

"Drive to the top floor of the garage, Mark," I tell you. "Find a dark corner to park in." As you start the car, my hand massages your strong thigh, kneading the muscles, digging into the flesh. Slowly you drive up a couple of levels, and park in the furthest corner. There are no other cars left at this time of night.

You shut off the engine, and turn to look at me. "Take it out, Mark, show it to me, show me what's mine," I tell you huskily.

With shaking hands, you unzip your pants and reach inside and pull your cock out. God, it's beautiful. It's thick, with a drop of precum oozing from the tip. "Show me what you do when you read those stories, pet, show me."

Groaning, your head drops back and your eyes close. "Look at me," I snap. 

You bring your head up, and our eyes meet. Slowly you start to stroke it, your fingers sure and practiced. "That's it, baby. God, that's so hot, Mark," I say softly, my eyes moving from your face to your hand.

I watch you, pleasuring yourself, imagining how many times you have done this, thinking of my words, of the fantasies I write about. I watch you losing control, see the lust taking over your body. Staring into your eyes, I say quietly, "Cum for me."

Your response is everything we both have fantasized about. "Ooooooohhhhhhfffffuccccckkkkkkk," you groan, and your creamy cum begins to flood over your hand. Your body is rigid, your face flushed red, and I can see your pulse thundering in your neck. 

Slowly your senses come back, and you blush and look away. I scoot closer, and put my hand under your chin and kiss you gently. "This is just the beginning, pet, you know that, don't you?"

You just nod.

The Beginning by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2003