3 comments/ 112925 views/ 5 favorites Just A Cup Of Coffee By: strokin951 Several years ago, immediately after college, I went to work on a North Sea oil rig as a macho right of passage, before settling into the real world. The life was mostly what it is portrayed to be: Hard work, long days, tough weather and larger than life, hairy-assed guys. There were no women on the rigs at that time; there are now, so I am told. Everything was very macho, and any hint of non-heterosexual tendency met with enough cruel treatment that the poor victims quit in disgrace. It happened to one guy I knew of. Someone broke into his locker and reputedly found a vibrator. They backed him a cake in the shape of a cock and balls, added wires, batteries and whipped cream, and presented it to him while he was eating dinner in a crowded mess-hall. The poor bastard never lived it down. And the subsequent teasing caused him to quit. The work life was 14 days offshore working 12 hours a day, followed by 14 days R&R. The days-off were one long orgy of excess, drinking and chasing women. Aberdeen, Scotland, was an oil-boom town at the time, so men outnumbered women, and there was more chasing women than catching them going on. Drinking was a favourite hobby. On night, about two days after coming ashore, I had been out drinking with my buddies. The bar closed and I was walking back to my apartment in the drizzling rain. It was a little bit after midnight, if I remember correctly. I stopped on my walk to look in the windows of a motorcycle store that I passed. There was a Ducati in the showroom that I lusted for badly. As I was looking at the bike I became aware that someone was approaching. I turned my head, and saw a guy about my age walking towards me. There was only the two of us on the street. I felt no concern; I was young, strong from working on the rigs, thought of myself as about as macho as it is possible to be, and I was still a little bit drunk. The stranger continued to approach, and when he was near enough he said, "Hey there, do you know any where I could get a cup of coffee around here?" I answered, "Not at this time of night, pal. Maybe at the railway station down there, but other than that everywhere's closed." "So, where are you going?" he asked. "Home," I replied. "Mmm," he said, "that sounds nice. Do you have any coffee there?" I realized I had been propositioned. I thought for a minute, and the said, "You know, I should punch your lights out right now, shouldn't I?" He looked a bit worried, and the apologized: "Hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off, but……" He trailed off mid sentence. "Well, if you want a cup of coffee, I don't live too far from here, and I'll give you a cup of coffee. But that's all!" I heard myself saying. I was almost as surprised as he was! "Hi, my name's Geoff," he introduced himself, sticking out his hand. "Dave," I replied, touching his hand like boxers touch gloves. We walked to my apartment, climbed the stairs, and as I opened the door I said, "OK. Here we are. Cream and Sugar?" the first words spoken since our belated introduction on the street, several minutes before. The apartment had a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and living room. I pointed Geoff into the living room and went into the kitchen to make the coffee. All the time, I was wondering what the hell I was doing this for. I handed him a mug of coffee and sat down opposite him with one for myself. "Why did you approach me?" I asked. While in college a guy who lived in the same dorms and was flagrantly queer once told me that I was the one guy he would never dream of hitting on, so I was fascinated as to why Geoff had done so. "Dunno. Well, you looked attractive, and you were alone, so I though maybe … Oh ... I dunno," he stumbled. Then he looked at me and said, "You're curious, aren't you?" I felt myself coloring up. I was sober now, after the passage of time and the coffee. After a few moments under his gaze I admitted, "Well, yeah, I suppose so." He reached out and put his hand on my neck, moving in for a kiss, it seemed like. I said, "Whoa, I don't know about kissing anyone with a moustache, except maybe my Grandma!" He laughed, stopped moving towards me, but slid his left hand down to the small of my back and began stroking. His other hand moved to my chest and began tickling my nipple through my shirt. This guy was good; I'd never had a chick turn me on by touch so quickly. With a little pressure, he wordlessly suggested we stand up. His hand moved easily around to the front, and, single handed, he undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and slid down the zipper. My erection was sort of tangled up in my Y-fronts. His hand slid inside, freed my hard-on form its constraint, and began caressing my throbbing dick. I stood there not believing what I was experiencing. My heart was pounding. I was scared to death that one of my workmates would find out, but at the same time doing nothing to stop the progress events were taking. Geoff stopped fondling my balls, and one button at a time, undid my shirt. It's a move I'd done on girls before; now I was being seduced and undressed. With my shirt open, my jeans unzipped, and my cock exposed, I stood there. "Don't move," he said, and walked into the kitchen. I heard him opening and closing cupboards. In a few moments he was back, his own shirt off, and a bottle of vegetable cooking oil in his hand. He set the bottle of oil on a table, and stepped over to begin stroking my chest and groin again. One handed, he undid his own jeans, then took my hand and put it on his cock. He slipped my shirt off completely, and pushed down my jeans. I found myself helping him kick them off. Somehow, he got rid of his own pants too. The clumsy bit was when we took our socks off, hoping around on one leg with a turgid member wobbling back and forth; quite a sight to see! By this time, I didn't know what exactly was going to happen next, but I knew I was going to do it, whatever it was. Geoff got the oil, poured some in his hand and smoothed them together. He began to work my cock, the oil mixing with the precum. I sank to the floor, and Geoff followed me down, kneeling beside me as he jacked me off. One hand was oiling and massaging my balls, and the other working the shaft, using his thumb to apply a little extra attention to the frenulum, the really sensitive bit where your foreskin attaches. Neither of us were circumcised. I was fondling his equipment, but couldn't reach it easily, and I was becoming more and more working up so I couldn't concentrate on attending to him. Soon, he bent over me and began licking and nibbling my nipple. Guys are not know for sensitive nipples, but mine are. How he knew this I do not know. He nibbled, licked and bit just enough to cause that pleasurable pain that makes you gasp, but not scream. After a few moments of this his tongue started making a trial down my torso, moving its slow and slippery way towards my crotch. My eyes were closed and I was just one nerve network feeding pleasure into my brain. Geoff licked the crease where my thigh met my belly and I gasped at the sensation. No one had ever done that before. Soon I felt his lips on my cock and his tongue caressing the head of my cock. His hand was still slowly working the shaft, almost kneading it between his fingers and thumb. He realized I was getting ready to come, and he moved his hand from my balls and began sliding an oily finger into my ass. I came like Mount Vesuvius, shooting cum into his mouth, arching my back and groaning like a porn star. Geoff stopped working my cock. Cum dribbled from his mouth onto my stomach, and he began rubbing it into my skin like it was lotion. He was smiling. "OK …. Good, even?" he asked. By way of an answer, I pushed him over onto his back on the floor, oiled up my hands, and began working him, too. He gave me directions: "A bit more pressure … that's it ... Not too fast … OK … now, play with my ass … Yes." Soon, Geoff came, too. His eyes were tightly closed and he was breathing short, sharp breaths until, with a release of breath that was almost like a cough, he spewed his load and grabbed my hand to stop working his throbbing, super-sensitive cock as he uttered a series of "Oh – uh – ohhh" panting sounds. After a few minutes I said, "We'd better clean up," and I went to get us some towels. We wiped off the cum, and got dressed smiling, but without words. "I'd better be going," he said, once he was dressed. "It was fun. Thanks for the coffee". "You're welcome," I replied, "we should get together for coffee again, some time." He smiled, touched my shoulder, then left. We never did hook up again. Now, years later, I'm married, with a sexy wife who loves to fuck. But, every now and again, I wish I could find another guy like Geoff. Just a Cup of Coffee The day my life would change forever - that sounds like such a dramatic thing to say, yet there is no other way to describe it - started like most days at Digital Interactive Gaming. That is, busy and fast paced with the usual pressure of what we call the "death march" of a software product release. That phrase also sounds quite dramatic though it is more of a grind than a march. This time I did mind the long days of coding since I had not been seeing anyone since Jennifer left. She had grown tired of being an "engineer's widow" whenever a new app release was on the horizon. The fact that I was the team lead and had numerous people counting on me did not seem to count for much in her estimation. So perhaps it was the tedium, and the loneliness, that made me particularly vulnerable to what had happened on the fateful day I met the young woman who would cause me to lose my self. Or maybe that is just is something I tell myself to hang on to the last shred of what I once was. It was almost noon on that day, and I was headed to the break room for some more caffeine as I was planning to work through lunch break. I was passing by one of the empty conference rooms when I first laid eyes on her. She was with Josh, one of our young web developer interns. Sitting in one of the aeron chairs was a strikingly beautiful woman about Josh's age. I paused by the door to the room. "Hey Dale," he said cheerfully. "This is my girlfriend Candice. She surprised me for lunch today." "Hello Dale," she said, extending her hand. I shook it and immediately her soft, lovely and penetrating hazel green eyes. She gave me a look that was oddly both warm and somewhat predatory at the same time. Her hair was also brown and seemed to flow down to and caress her shoulders. Her lips were full and sensuous, and it was hard not to notice her firm, toned and curvaceous figure. It took everything I had at that moment to stay professional and appropriate, but I was able to avoid leering. "Nice to meet you Candice" I said, feeling relieved as I came out of my momentary state of trance. "Make sure you take her somewhere decent," I said jokingly to Josh. "Oh he always treats me well. He's a real man." Candice said with a glimmer in her eyes. The edges of her mouth curved into a faint smile. "Thanks!" Josh replied. "Hey babe since your ankle is sore I will bring my car around from the garage so it's out in front. I'll text you when it's there." he said as he bent over and kissed her on the cheek. "Fine. I'll hang out here and chat with Dale while you are doing that." Josh had a strange look of concern on his face briefly, then he returned to smiling as he left the room, I knew that he knew I was always very respectful of women in the workplace in general and of coworkers partners specifically, and besides as I was entering middle age I was sure I was no sort of threat anyway to him so I dismissed it. "I'm sorry about your ankle," I said to break the ice. Candice smiled faintly. "You can stop apologizing. I'm a runner, so it happens sometimes." She leaned over in the chair and began rubbing her ankle. As she leaned over her breasts, which were in a tight blue blouse with a plunging neckline, squeezed together. I looked to the side of the table, but even with my peripheral vision I could see how amazing they were. Michelangelo himself could not have sculpted more shapely and perfect breasts. Candice looked up at me, still in this position as she massaged the sore ankle. "Go get me a coffee. Black," she said. Normally I might have been taken aback by the abruptness of her request, which seemed to border on being a command. But I needed to get out of the room for a moment to regain some composure, and I told myself she was probably just a little cranky from the pain. I returned from the break room with the coffee and handed it to her. She was sitting upright once again, and was sitting at the head of the conference table. "Very good," she said, and as she took the cup her fingers lightly grazed mine and she flashed me a quick smile. What I did not realize at the time was this was a reward for proper behavior. "Would you sit and talk with me for a moment? If you have time," Candice said, waving towards the chair next to her. I didn't have time, of course, but I took the chair and sat next to her at the table. I wasn't getting any other break today and besides she was a guest here and didn't know anyone besides Josh probably. "So you are in charge here?" she asked looking at me once again with her brown eyes. So oddly enchanting, warm but with a strange firmness in them as though she were continually studying anyone who met their gaze. "Well I'm the tech lead so I'm in only in charge of other developers, which is worse than herding cats," I replied.. "I see. " she said. "Still, it must be stressful. All that responsibility." As she spoke, she produced some lip gloss from her purse, which I noticed was a Louis Vuitton. I started to wonder what kind of job she must have since Josh didn't make that much, but I began to become distracted watching Candice apply the gloss to her lips. Damn, I thought, that dude is one lucky SOB. "Do you think this goes well with my blouse? I just noticed you admiring it a few minutes ago. At least I am going to be polite and say it was the blouse you were looking at." I felt a hot flush as the blood ran to my cheeks. I nervously fumbled through a quick reply. "I am truly sorry if I looked at any way that made you feel uncomfortable, that is not how I normally conduct myself." Candice's expression changed to amusement. "Relax, they do get a lot of attention. It's perfectly ok. Josh likes to tease me and call me a heart breaker." She then said with a tilt of her head. "The most heartbreakingly beautiful girl I ever hope to see." I was stunned. "That last line is from Cat's Cradle. He was talking about Mona." She looked at me again, this time looking more like the girl next door type with her facial expressions. "Yes I love Vonnegut." I felt a new wave of admiration. This lady was bright as well as beautiful. But this was not a time to get into some schoolboy crush mode, I thought and tried to change the topic a bit. "So where do you work?" I said. "I'm studying psychology in the evenings. And I'm a writer of sorts to, I plan on expanding that. I have a little side business as well that brings in some extra money." "I'm quite impressed," I said. "I KNOW you are," she said. Her eyes flashed a vaguely predatory look once again. I was tongue tied for a moment, but her phone chimed. She pulled a pink iPhone from her expensive purse and glanced at. "My man Josh is out front, and I have a gift!" she exclaimed. "Good man, getting both the car and something for you," I said. "Who said it was from him?" she said impishly as she stood up. "You've been very good to me Dale, talk to you later" she said as she left the room. I waited silently as she left the room and headed towards the exit to the office. I tried not to look at her backside as she left, but I could not help but notice it was as perfect as the rest of her. She glanced quickly over her shoulder at me as she went through the door, flashing her smile once again. It took me almost a minute before I remembered I needed to go back to work. ------------------------ I tried to dive back into the code base for the app for the rest of the day. I found it was very tough going as my thoughts kept drifting back to Candice all throughout the afternoon. I thought not only of her beauty but wondered what else she read, what else went on in her mind. After a few hours I realized I was getting very little done and the deadline was coming in a couple of weeks. Get it together, I thought to myself. I just need to start dating again, that is what this strange schoolboy type fascination was all about. As soon as he was past this next app release, he'd get out on the dating scene, with an age appropriate professional woman and then he'd forget about this strange fixation towards a younger and unavailable girl. I had managed to center myself again just long enough to start writing code again when the chat application on my phone started chiming. The chat id was for members of my team to contact me after hours if they were working from home, so I picked it up thinking there was an issue. "Hi, its Candice" the message read when I glanced at the phone. My heart jumped involuntarily. "Candice, how did you get this id?" I typed back. "I got it from Josh. I know it's for work, but I just wanted to talk to you about something, and I didn't think you'd mind." "I don't mind at all. But it is unusual. What did he say when you asked?" "Oh he is cool, he knows about my business and he knows it makes me happy. It is web based and I thought I would pick your brain for some ideas, if you are not too busy." "Well I would be happy to although this is a bad time." "I'm sorry, I won't bother you again" she replied. Suddenly I felt a wave of panic, as though I might never hear from her again. Before I could process the thought further I found myself immediately typing, "Actually its quite alright, I could use a break right now anyway." "Awesome! Take a look at this link and let me know what you think." I clicked on the url she sent and it took me to a book list on amazon. I saw a list with many of my favorite authors.. Camus, Vonnegut, Kafka. I was impressed with the selection and I did not notice until some time later that the top of the list read Goddess Candice's Wish List. "I know you we talked about books we enjoyed but didn't really have time to discuss. What do you think?" "I like your choices!" I typed. My brain was working more slowly than usual. But it was then I finally put it together - her expensive clothing and accessories, the "gift" she saw on her phone in the conference room, and the amazon wish list I was looking at in front of me. "So this is your business?" "Yes, it's a part of it any way. The on line part, and just one of many ways men give me what I expect from them. You could be very useful with your app knowledge in helping me expand." I paused in shock. It felt wildly inappropriate to be discussing this sort of thing with someone I hardly knew let alone a coworker's girlfriend. "Well I could tell you about the technical part anyway but I really don't know about the BDSM stuff." I typed nervously. "You are wound up pretty tight aren't you? I only wanted your opinion, not to turn you into something you are not." she replied. "Sorry, I guess I was in the middle of a lot of work and kind of overreacted." "You can stop apologizing again. Now tell me how you feel about my business model." "Well, more power to you I suppose." I typed as I tried to assert my male ego once again. "If you can find men foolish enough to humiliate themselves like that." I instantly regretted sending the text. It sounded harsh I thought. Did I offend her? "These men are just men like you. Only they are very smart. They realize life is much more pleasurable when they let go of a little of their control to me." "I'm sorry I called them foolish. But I am not like them. I am not a kinky person." "That's fine" she typed calmly. I noticed she had changed her chat avatar. She was posed in another low cut blouse in the photo, with her eyes seeming to be looking directly at me. "You seem like a pretty rational person. Actually the only reason I really sent you the wishlist because I know you are a Vonnegut fan and maybe you could tell me what to read next." "They are all good. Maybe Bluebeard" I typed as I looked at the list again. "I would love to read it" came the response. My hand hovered over the link to purchase it before I put my hand back on the desk. "It's probably less than you spend on lunch. When you go. You didn't even go for lunch today, so you could easily buy it for me." "I told you I am not one of your marks." I typed. I tried not to look at her avatar photo. I could feel my heart pounding faster." "I believe you. I mean, do it if you want to. It's just a little experiment. I saw your eyes light up when I got that gift message today. Like you were just curious to know what it feels like. You do want me to read it anyway right?" "yes. I do" I texted back. I was thinking about her reasoning. It wasn't much money, and it was a good book. I wasn't kinky so what was the harm in playing along, I thought, as I stared at the cleavage in the avaor photo. My hand was trembling visibly as I clicked on the link. I heard a faint voice inside me say 'what the fuck'.. I felt an incredibly strong rush as I saw the confirmation page. "Your order to Goddess Candice is confirmed." I looked down and to my shame, I had grown erect. "I bought it for Candice" I typed hurriedly, my head swimming. "Good boy" she typed back. She attached a photo to her message. I clicked on it nervously. When I opened it, there was a photo of Candice in white costume that looked reminiscent of a Greek goddess. She was wearing boots and the point of view in the photo was upwards, as though the viewer were laying at her feet. I found it difficult to form thoughts as I gazed at the photo and her words. I was briefly angry at myself for being aroused at all this, but oddly enough this only seemed to intensify the rush. "I know you are sitting there with a hard on, aren't you bitch?" "Yes" I typed back. "Yes what?" "Yea Goddess Candice." I heard myself moan to my disgust. "I can always spot them. Josh was worried about me adding his boss to my little collection, but he knows me well enough by now. You will come to know me better in the days ahead too as I make more of your decisions for you. But right now you have only one decision to make. You have only one chance to make the right one." "I submit to you Goddess" I typed. And so it had begun over coffee... Just a Cup of Coffee Pt. 02 I woke up the next morning and had put the events off the previous night out of my mind as I made a cup of coffee to wake me up before work. As I watched the grounds brew in the French Press on the counter I suddenly imagined Her voice saying to me, "Aren't you going to be good and fetch me another cup of coffee?" and I pictured her saying it with a smirk on her face. I felt a wave of shame as I recalled what had happened the evening before. I poured the coffee into my mug and headed back into my home office where I had left the computer on. I pulled up the chat transcript from the night before, and in the cold sober light of day I read my words to Candice in disbelief. They seemed as though they belonged to someone else. But they were mine, indeed. I read my response of "I submit to you Goddess" and then read an e-mail from amazon confirming my wish list purchase. What the hell got into me, I thought. This is just my underling's young girlfriend, and I am doing shit like this in cyberspace? This is not who I am, I muttered to myself. I tried to console myself. I had been under a tremendous amount of stress at work with the software release, and I was also lonely after the breakup I had just experienced, I reasoned. So I had let a few stray thoughts and some curiosity get way out of control and I did something, well kind of creepy, but its ok, this is not who I really am. Best to just let it go and move on. In fact this could be just the wakeup call I needed, I thought. Tonight I will come home and setup my online dating profile and start making some dates so I can get involved in a normal relationship again. I began to do a quick search for a picture of myself and looked through my personal folders. I clicked on the first image and the photo of Candice that she sent me the night before came up. The one that had her in boots dressed as a Goddess, with the point of view being someone who was looking up from a position at her feet. I felt a wave of heat wash over my body as goose bumps formed all over my arms. No Dale, just let it go. I glanced at my watch and realized I needed to leave for work before I was late. As I got on the freeway I almost froze with horror as I realized that Candice was Josh's girlfriend. What if she told him what I did? 'Shit shit shit' I yelled as I slapped the dashboard of my car. I was hoping that maybe I wouldn't have to run into him for a while until I thought of something to say. Then I remembered that I had scheduled a performance review for all the interns, and I had to meet with Josh at 9:30. "Oh fuck me!" I yelled to no one in particular. Then I tried to relax and compose myself. This was actually a good thing. I could get Josh alone in my office, feel him out and see what he knew. If he did know what had happened I could explain that it was just a regrettable one time act and apologize, and then just hope and pray he would not go to Human Resources. He was a good worker so I would be giving him a positive review anyway, and at this stage in his career he'd probably figure it was in his best interests to forget the whole matter anyway, even if he didn't like it. This calmed me down considerably and I marched confidently through the entrance of Digital Interactive Gaming. Everyone screws up every now and then, at least I have this chance to learn my lesson and fly right, and I know how to handle Josh I thought. When I get home I'll delete all the records of my contact with the young lady and make sure to block her address, and then I can put this whole mess behind me. As I walked past the reception area I noticed I was in fact a bit late and that it was already nearly 9:30, time for the performance review. "Is Josh in yet?" I asked Carla, the administrative assistant at the front desk. "I haven't seen him yet, Dale." Carla replied. "Just that girlfriend of his who is always hanging around." I felt my blood run cold. "Where is she?" I said, trying my best to sound natural. "I don't know, I just assumed she came in to wait while he was looking for parking or something. You know this company really needs to get a bigger garage. I had to park 5 blocks away myself." "Thanks" I said as I hurried off. To my relief I saw no sign of her in the lobby or the conference room where I had met her the day before. I entered my office and almost jumped as I saw her sitting there on the small sofa that sat in front of my desk. Her hazel green eyes seemed lit up as she looked up at me, and her gorgeous hair flowed down to the shoulders of a smart gray business suit. She almost looked like a business woman except for the fact that her white blouse was unbuttoned to reveal her ample bosom, and her skirt was short enough to just be borderline appropriate for an office setting. "I.. I'm supposed to be meeting with Josh," I said, stumbling over the words. Candice smiled calmly, then looked down as she was filing a nail. "I gave him the day off." she said. "I mean the poor boy has been working so hard. You're such a generous man, I didn't think you would mind she said. Her expression was hard to read, but it almost looked like she was suppressing a chuckle. I pushed the door shut quickly and circled around my desk to sit down. "Look, I screwed up last night. But I'm not going to be a part of any blackmail scheme, if that is what you are thinking. I'll report myself to Human Resources." I felt a brief wave of pride as I acted like a respectable adult again. My eyes briefly moved to her top before I turned my head. Dammit why does she have to be so beautiful? I thought. "Oh Dale" Candice replied. "Don't be so silly. This is just about you and me. And well since my man can't come to his performance review today I am being kind enough to take his place." "You want me to review you?" I said reflexively. It was a dumb thing to say in retrospect, but I was distracted by her long, firm slender legs as they dangled from the sofa. "Are you really that dumb? This is YOUR performance review, and so far you are off to a very bad start. You had such a different attitude last night." she took a long look at her nail again and then looked at me and said, "Do you like my nails? I just got them done. " "They are beautiful. Just as you are." I said quickly without thinking. "That's much better. I'm cutting you a lot of slack because you are just learning." I pulled my chair forward towards my desk and leaned forward, resting on my elbows. I was going to try a different approach. "Listen, what I did last night.. I am sorry. It was disgusting and it wasn't really me. I have been going through a lot of stuff lately on both a professional and personal level.." As I was talking she had gotten up from the sofa and walked over to the desk. Her heels clacked on the tile surface of the office floor. She sat on the corner of the desk, her perfectly shaped hips resting neatly on the corner of it. She gazed at me as I was speaking, her eyes seeming to penetrate me. I lost my place. "Go on" she said. "I was getting closer to listen. Did you lose your train of thought? You were saying something about being disgusting last night.." "Yes, I was " I said quietly. My throat was so dry I could barely whisper the words. She leaned forward, giving me a better view of her cleavage. "Tell me you were disgusting again" she said looking directly into my eyes. I looked up from her chest to make contact with them, as I felt my member swell to betray me. "I was very disgusting last night." I croaked. "And dirty. And weak." she cooed. "And dirty and weak." I repeated. I felt like I was almost in a trance that was broken by the sound of her shoe hit the floor as she kicked it off. She brushed her foot against my cheek and my heart almost pounded out of my chest as I saw her taunt, gorgeous leg in full view. "And you made a promise to me last night. I gave you a choice, remember?" she brushed her toes against my cheek as she spoke. I fought with all my might to pull back, and keep my composure. "Yes, I did, but I am not that way.. I was just turned on and I.." I could not finish. She had swung around on the desk, bringing herself into a position where she brought her other foot around. She was so limber it took almost no effort for her to plant her other foot squarely in my lap. This time she left the heel on. "You were rock hard when you submitted, just like you are now, bitch?" she hissed as her heel dug into my erection. "Yes..." I said. "Yes WHAT" she demanded. I so desperately wanted to say the word again, but I knew somewhere in the back of my aroused mind fog that each time I gave in she would own me more completely, that I would have less ground to stand on if I tried to deny what I was inside and tell myself in the future that I was just a normal man. I held my head back as she teased her toes closer to my mouth. Was this some sort of foot fetish thing? I had heard about this sort of thing on an NPR news story a while ago, and remembered just scoffing at the whole notions - what freaks I thought them. "No I am not a foot.." I said as I made one last attempt to turn my head. Before I could she had inserted her toes into my mouth. "Mmmmpth!" I protested. She ground her heel deep into my crotch and I wanted to cry out in pain but my mouth was full of her toes. "Suck the boss's toes," she said firmly. To my shame I began to suck them. My shameful erection only grew harder, causing it to press against her heel more painfully. "mmmmmmmmph!!" I cried. Candice flashed me a wicked grin. "That's better. Looks to me like you ARE a little foot freak after all. Not surprising, you disgusting man." She suddenly pulled her foot away. I looked at her in confusion. "What?" I gasped. "Oh so now you want it back?" she said with a laugh. "Well you better fucking answer me appropriately then." "Yes.. Goddess" I said softly. I came at the words, right in my business Dockers. I looked at the mess beat red with shame. "That's better. I am going to pass you barely this time on your performance review. Greatly improved, but needs to show better results in the next quarter." she said grinning. I was sitting there silently as she wiped her foot on my shirt, and then bent over to put her shoe back on. Her hair was still perfectly in place, and she buttoned up her blouse before she turned to open the door to leave. "See you soon," she said as she left and went back out into the office, looking perfectly professional. Just a Cup of Coffee Pt. 03 Dr. Francis looked at thoughtfully as he rested his pen on his pad. "So tell me how you felt that day in the office, Dale," he said. "We've been over this in detail. I told you everything that happened with her in our session last week." I said. I felt weary. "You've told me what happened in some detail," Dr Francis replied. "But you've been avoiding discussing your feelings about them. I know you came to me because you are having conflicting feelings about your experiences." Dr. Francis peered intently at me as he leaned forward in his chair. His beard was neatly trimmed into a goatee and with his glasses he looked almost like the stereotype of the psychologist. I was not sure if I had picked the best, but because he was part of the local University's program he was cheaper than a private practitioner. "I'm just not sure what you mean. Obviously I am here because I want to get my life back into order." I said. "Many people are into BDSM these days." Francis replied. "There is really no shame in being a submissive." "Look" I said. "I have no problem with other people doing that sort of thing. It's just not the sort of drama I want in my life, and besides its inappropriate. She is younger, is the girlfriend of a coworker, and I did things in the workplace that are well, rather perverted." I said, looking at the floor. "Ah yes the foot incident you talked about last time. But how did you feel at that moment?" the Dr asked. "It was..powerful. The most intense thing I've experienced." Just then there was a chime, and Dr Francis glanced at his phone. "Dale, I hope you don't mind but I have a student who wants to sit it. If you allow it I won't charge you for this session." I hesitated. "Well I don't know if I want someone else to..." I started to say, but before I could finish the shrink had bolted towards the door and opened it. "Thank you Richard" a familiar voice said. In through the door walked Candice. "What the .." I stammered. She was elegantly dressed in a high collared form fitting dress, and was wearing a new pair of glasses. Her hair was made up in a tight bun, She was wearing little makeup and looked like a stern governess. I was amazed how differently she looked from her previous appearances. She was like a chameleon, adapting herself to whatever agenda was on her mind. She sat in the chair that Dr. Francis had been sitting in. "Leave us now" she ordered, waving a hand at him. She set a large shopping bag she was holding down on the floor next to her. "Yes Goddess " Dr Francis replied as he left the room and closed the door behind him. "Don't look so shocked, Dale." Candice said, as she held a pen up to her lips. "I told you I was studying psychology at this University. It didn't take me long to identify him as a submissive, just as I spotted it in you the moment you started starting at me in that conference room. He figured out you were talking about me last week and was kind enough to let me know." She smiled as she pursed the pen between your lips. "This is incredible" I sighed. "So you are stalking me now through your seedy network." "No Dale, I am actually helping you. Helping you realize what you are. In spite of your rudeness. Josh says you've been working from home a lot, and you've been ignoring my instant messages. Do you really think I should be paying for my own nail jobs?" Candice said sweetly. "It's nothing personal," I said. She leaned forward and made eye contact with me, her hazel green eyes accentuated by the glasses. Her gorgeous legs hung over the edge of the chair. "So you don't miss me?" she asked. I felt my heart pound. "I do." I said. "I know you do. I read the book you bought me, by the way. I'd love to discuss it with you." "You.. are very intelligent" I stammered. "Go on" she said. "And beautiful." I said. "And you really needed to come to therapy over me?" she asked gently. "I.. I just couldn't stop thinking about you. About what happened. I felt obsessed." I blubbered. "You are pining for Me like a little schoolgirl," she said. She placed the pen down firmly on the desk. My pulse was quickening. She looked so stern all of a sudden. "I suppose that's a good analogy," I said huskily. She shoved the shopping bag towards me with her foot. "I would love to see you in a little school girl outfit." she said. She pointed at the bag she'd shoved towards me with her foot, I looked inside, and saw a large costume inside. There was a pleated plaid skirt, white shirt and stockings and a pair of red heals, and a red wig. "You don't expect me to.. I am not some sort of .." I protested in incoherent anger. Candice just looked at me in stern silence.. She said nothing, but stood up in stony silence, looking all the more like a Governess. She produced a ruler from her purse, and then slapped it against the desk with a loud CRACK. I was angered by her cold silence, and the continued attempt to mentally manipulate me. "I am tired of this!" I yelled. "Why are you doing this?" I glanced again at the clothing in the shopping bag. She continued looking at me in stern silence, her eyes penetrating me. She slapped the ruler against her hand once more, and turned as though she was about to leave. Then I felt a strange panic wash over me. Confused by her silence, and terrified that she might leave forever. I found myself stripping off my shirt, slacks and shoes almost as though another person had taken control of me. I then slid the skirt over me, and after a few seconds of struggling, had managed to put the top on. I then put the wig on. Candice turned and smiled. "The shoes, bitch," she finally said. I stepped into the heels hesitantly. "You haven't told me what color panties you prefer sissy so we'll save that." She motioned for me to come over, pointing to the desk. I walked over, feeling very unsteady in my heels. When I arrived at the desk she snapped "Bend over" Humiliated, I bent over the desk. CRACK! She swatted me the ruler. "Apologize to the Governess," she said. "I am sorry Governess," I said. "What are you?" she demanded. "Whatever you wish me to be," I replied. "Very good, I have a very consistent set of morals, really. I've shown you what you are, what you long to be. And now you will start being more consistent for me. Is that understood? I won' t take anymore of your fucking defiant attitude." Candice said. I looked over to my side and noticed there was a mirror on the wall on the side of the desk. I saw myself in the ridiculous school girl uniform I had so eagerly put on, and with that image the last ounce of my defiant manhood drained away from my spirit. "Yes Governess." I whimpered.