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Subject: {ASSM} Acme and Ecstasy Pt5 - Office FemDom Novel F/M Oral
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I went to check on Ella to see if she needed more coffee before I went
to lunch.

"Joe. Take a seat." She said, as I walked in. "In the chair." 

"Do you need a coffee?" I asked.
"Not right now." She said. "There is something I need to discuss with
you, Joe."

"Have the girls said anything about working Saturdays?" she asked.
"Yeah. They said they were supposed to but you let them slide. You
took care of their time cards." I told her.

"That's right." She said. "You didn't say how much your hourly was,
did you?"

 "No, why?" I asked.

"Because you are being paid a dollar more an hour than they are. A
dollar more than Joan, I should say, and she's the highest." Ella
said.

"No kidding?" I said.  
"No kidding." She repeated. "When I found out, I tried to get their
agency to give them more money, but it was no-go."

She paused.

"Sooo I was trying to decide how best to handle this. I don't want my
people getting upset if I can help it but I have to say I wouldn't
blame them too much in this situation." She said.
"What are you thinking? Do you want me to quit?" I volunteered.
"Nooo. No way, Joe. And I'm not just saying that because you're my
bitch."

Hearing her say those words out loud in casual conversation warmed my
soul.

A week earlier such a reference would have filled me with
self-contempt. Now a small glow of pride welled within me. Like I'd
made the A-team. I was part of something to be proud of. To be claimed
as her bitch thrilled me.

"What I have in mind is to just tell them the truth. Say that in the
interest of fairness you volunteered to come in Saturdays to make up
for it." She said.

Having four hours alone with Ella once a week! The thought of it shot
sparks through me.
"Sounds fine to me." I said.

"Well it's still unfair but I suppose it will have to do." She said.
"I'll be very surprised if the girls don't tell me it's not necessary
- disappointed really. But, believe me, it would bother them
otherwise. It's another case of a man being paid more money for the
same work. Still it may have worked out for the best."

"How's that?" I asked.

"I wanted you to come in on Saturdays so I can have you alone. To
build your confidence, to train you, to make you a better Bitch. If
you were paid the same as them, and I made you come in when they
didn't, they might have resented me a little. They do like you, Joe."
She said. "This way they can live with it."

She wanted me to come in! 

"Thank you, Ella." I said, gratefully. I nearly called her "Mistress
Ella".

Something about the way I said that made her ask, "Do you think of me
as your Master, your Mistress?"
 
"Aren't you?" I asked. "I'm your bitch, right?"

"Yes, you are my bitch - but not my property." She said. "You are my
bitch because you want to be my bitch. From the first moment you saw
me - admit it - the need was in you."

"Yes." I admitted.

"Inasmuch as I accept you as my bitch I am favoring you with an outlet
for your need. To call me your Master insults me. A Master needs a
servant. I do not need you." She said.

"I apologize." I said.

"I am more woman than you could ever handle. You know it. I am more
woman than you deserve. You know that too. I will use you as I see
fit. If you feel abused you can stop at any time but that is not my
intention. I know your needs. I will exploit them to our mutual
benefit. I will exploit you, bitch, understand? You will comfort me in
ways unspeakable in common discourse in ways that will thrill
your innards."

"You're a good man, Joe, one of the few. A good man understands that
his rightful place is to grovel at the feet of a woman, any woman. But
I am not just any woman, Joe. I am not some run of the mill housewife
out for cheap thrills. No. I am feminine excellence." She paused for
effect. "And you are a very lucky young man. I am doing you the great
honor of taking you as my bitch. And I do mean take, bitch."

"I understand."  

"If it did not erode my respect I would allow you even to go down on
your co-workers. They are good women. But it can't be done. You are my
bitch not the office bitch. I must have my respect paid, not for my
sake, but for the sake of order."

"When workers lose respect for their leaders they forget their place
and they suffer for it. If they think they can use my bitch as they
please it confuses them. Their sense of self diminishes." She said.
"We need to protect that from happening."

"Yes, Ella" I said. "I understand."
      							
"Joe, come here, on this side of the desk."

I came over and sat against the wall like before.

"Kneel, Joe. It'll work better if you kneel. It warms me to have my
bitch kneel before me. Kneel, bitch."

I knelt down before my absolute ruler, my excellent benefactress, my
constant source of sustenance.
  
She leaned back against the short L side of the desk and rested her
left leg length-wise along the long surface. I held her right foot in
my hands as I feebly massaged and kissed its beauty.

She sipped her coffee with one hand while fingering her clit with the
other. I was aroused by her feline capacity to loll inertly while at
the same time achieving an enhanced state of sexual stimulation.

It drew me to her sensual wavelength and I fumbled to amplify her
signal, her sensations, by attempting to attend her needs astutely.

Earnestly working my fingers over her firm smoothness I fretted at my
artlessness.

Not that I lacked passion. My motions were perhaps too passionate, too
forced.

With diligent concentration I willed my sensual intentions into Ella's
elegant form with more concern than finesse.

"Joe, relax. Take your time, my bitch. Enjoy the feel of me... the
smell... the taste."

She held out her right hand, palm facing me, her saturated middle
finger inclined toward my lips invitingly.

I put my tongue to the juicy digit as I closed my eyes and licked the
tang of her heavenly scent.

"Joe, let's try that again, bitch." She instructed firmly.

Again my illustrious vixen offered me her essence. 

As I leaned to lick she said, "No."

I realized she had deliberately placed her hand where I needed to
stretch, ever so slightly, to make contact with the richness of her
finger.

I stretched my tongue and closed my eyes---

"No. Look at me, my honey-licking Bitch."

I looked at my champion coquette. 

"What could be more potently stimulating than I?"

She was absolutely correct. 

The quiet power of her eyes subdued my haphazard actions and molded me
to her will.

She was supreme as she surveyed my mien and manner. Tacitly she
conveyed that I was to display proper bitch conduct in every aspect of
my servitude.

Now as she rewarded me with her gift, it behooved me to make a show,
no matter how tiny, that it was not taken for granted.

As I strained to gain the flavors tendered, under her regarding gaze,
my vital organs twitched with the faint stirrings of mock orgasm.

She understood my sexual predilections better than I did. 

Her regal bearing while instructing my actions heightened my desire to
serve her. Her condescending gaze enthralled me. The feeling it gave
me compelled me into wanting to service her more. I found a greater
sense of sexual fulfillment kneeling at her feet than I had ever in my
life known before.

"Thank you, Ella." I said as she withdrew her licked finger and I
bowed down to kiss her sumptuous foot with great deference.

"Continue slowly. Caress my flesh adoringly, my fervent bitch, and
I'll forgive your imperfections."

I renewed my manipulations with a more relaxed, subtle touch, grateful
to be the bitch of one who is as gracious as she is gorgeous.

"Okay, Joe." Ella said, after a few more minutes. "That's enough for
now. I'm primed for our after-hours session. That's all I needed. You
can go to lunch now, bitch."

The terse certainty of her voice warmed my belly with the mild
humiliation a bitch learns to appreciate. My object of adoration put
me in my place with such tender subtlety and mild reproach that I felt
blessed to be hers.

Without pomp or ceremony she made it clear she was all boss and I was
all bitch.


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