6 comments/ 53004 views/ 45 favorites Dominating Miss Davenshaw By: Mesmaster Miss Davenshaw sits at the head of the board room table. From the 73rd floor window you can see the whole of the city of London but the eight men only have eyes for their CEO. Her blonde hair is suspended in a sharp bun and her keen blue eyes assess the male subordinate who has been foolish enough to try to undermine her. "And what would you do differently, Luis?" Luis witters on. He's an easy target. Miss Davenshaw gives him just enough rope to hang himself which he eagerly snatches in a storm of testosterone stained bravado. He never learns. He's always resented the fact that 'that woman' is his superior. He'll never give up his bull headed attempts to question her or undermine her. But the fact is she's tougher than any of them. Smarter too. She's had to be in the male dominated world of the City. Luis finishes his tirade. A triumphant grin on his face which says, 'got you, bitch.' The tension in the room is palpable but loses some of its edge through familiarity. They've all tried to bring her down at some point. Some because, yes, she is just a woman and we shouldn't be taking orders from her. Some because it's simply the law of the jungle in this cut throat world of international finance; but all, regardless of their reasons have failed. Miss Davenshaw sits back on her leather chair. They all pretend not to notice the ever so slight hint of cleavage at the top of her blouse which is part covered by a sharp power suit. She crosses her legs, her skirt ever so teasingly just above the knee. The men are all torn between the brilliance of her surgical deconstruction of Luis' argument, and her physical attractiveness. Luis' eyes blaze as she owns him yet again. "Does anyone else have anything else to add?" She surveys the table. Eight city bulls meekly shake their heads. "Well then, I think we all know what we need to do. Good day gentlemen." Miss Davenshaw rises and,turning on her stiletto heels strides confidently out of the boardroom. A mass of male respect, desire, fear, envy, anger, admiration, and lust trails in her wake. "Good luck with the ice queen. I'm done for the night." Luis walks past Edmund on his way out.Darkness has long since settled on London and the ever increasing dark patches on the city's skyscrapers suggest that even the long hours of London's financial district are giving way to the need to sleep. "I'd bet you a thousand you'll get nowhere with her. That's either with the China Securities Project, or giving her the fuck that she so obviously needs." Daniel guffaws at his own joke as Luis high fives him. Edmund masks his contempt with a grin at these two 40 year olds going on 14. "We're gonna see some tits; text us if you want to join later." Luis heads out. "Will do," Edmund replies absently. He's not interested in some city boys night out at the strip club. He's got something much better planned. Miss Davenshaw examines herself in her mirror. It's been a long day but she still looks ok all things considered. Ok, that is, by her own high standards. In fact, she is stunning by anyone else's standards. In her mid thirties she is not only the youngest female CEO in her industry, she is the youngest CEO full stop. A double achievement. Beautiful, intelligent, strong. She has needed, and used, all of these qualities to get to the top. Her eyes begin to feel heavy, she stifles a yawn. Shit, why so late? We've all got to work long hours but couldn't the China Securities Plan wait till tomorrow? "Miss Davenshaw?" "What, yes?" She struggles to regain focus. "So, I believe that this new avenue has much potential in finally getting a foothold in Chinese Securities". "Uh, yes, interesting, Edmund. Please continue". Damn, must have zoned out. Need to get some good rest tonight. What? When did he arrive? Bloody hell, his powerpoint slides are bright, hurting my eyes. She recrossed her legs, the light reflected off her shiny jet black high heels. "Yes, Miss Davenshaw, your eyes are very heavy." Yes, very heavy. Must sleep well tonight. What? My eyes? "Er, I said, the prize would come with a very high levy, Miss Davenshaw" "Oh, yes, of course. Sorry, Edmund. Do go on." Edmund. Hmm. He's not so bad as all the others I suppose. He's actually quite cute in some ways. Hey! Focus. Focus! Goddamn, I need some sleep tonight. "Yes, Miss Davenshaw. You are feeling very, very sleepy" Yes, so sleepy. Wait, why has his powerpoint gone blank? "Your mind is going blank, Miss Davenshaw." Yes. Blank...blank. "Your eyes are so, sooo heavy." Yes, so heavy "You can't keep them open any longer." Can't...keep...open...wait...what? "We will finally be able to open the Chinese securities market, Miss Davenshaw." "Oh, yes." Her eyes flutter and her head lolls forward. "Close your eyes, Miss Davenshaw. Sleep. Sleeep." Edmund smiled in triumph as he watched his boss' eyes struggle valiantly but in vain to resist his suggestions. In her steely yet increasingly glazed blue eyes he savoured the sight of her intelligence finally submitting to his power. Her perfect, hourglass figure slumped forward ever so slightly. It pushed her chest forward as her full red lips parted and her eyes finally surrendered to sleep. Edmund always liked to take a minute or two to enjoy the sight of them looking like this. But this one was special. He admired her beauty as she sat there entranced. Miss Davenshaw, the ever focused, stunningly beautiful, intelligent and strong CEO; completely hypnotized. An all enveloping light red blanket. So restful, so refreshing. It was all she was aware of. She could stay in this state for ever. Then, in the midst of this blanket, a voice. A voice she could feel touching her brain, reverberating through her mind. "Miss Davenshaw, you are now in a state of supreme relaxation." The voice that addressed her permeated her mind. It was her mind. "The only thing you are aware of is this relaxation. And the sound of my voice." Relaxation. This voice. Your voice. The Universe. "You trust this voice. Your mind is open to all the suggestions of my voice." Edmund didn't need her to repeat his suggestions. He could tell, he just knew from instinct and experience that she was absorbing them. Would obey them. Would come in time to live them. "You will obey all of my suggestions." "You want to obey all of my suggestions." "Obeying me gives you pleasure." He detected an ever slight frisson in her captivated body. "Yes, the very sound of my voice arouses you." He could hear the friction of her stockings as her crossed legs began to rub together. He watched her black, high heeled stiletto as it moved up and down the side of her calves, slowly at first, and then with ever increasing urgency. "The sound of my voice will arouse you. But only obedience can satisfy you." Involuntarily she began to moan. Deep within, a part of her felt that this was not right. Moaning in her office in front of a subordinate! But the more she thought about it, the more she found herself doing so in helpless arousal. "Yes, so aroused." Her legs began to shake and juice began to form between her legs. "If you were to touch yourself, you may get a little more satisfaction." "Yes...Yes", she breathed helplessly. "But only obedience can truly bring satisfaction." "Ohhh," she whimpered. "Open your eyes," he commanded. Her keen, sharp eyes had changed somewhat. Their strength and intelligence were still there but blended with an incredible mix of submissive eagerness, helpless defiance and powerless anger. For Edmund, it was the most wonderful sight in the world. "Stand up." She did so, tottering slightly in the skyscraper heels which she normally strode around so confidently in. "Now, get down on your knees." Kneeling. Before him. In my office? Never. Her knees hit the carpet. "Good girl. Now get down on all fours" Outrageous. I'll have you fired for this. Her palms and fingers took their place on the floor. A fire raged at the back of her mind but all she could think about was obeying him. Meanwhile her whole body began to tingle and she could actually feel juice running down her thighs. "Undo your hair." You won't violate me you bastard. Her luxuriant, blonde hair tumbled down past her shoulders. She began to pant. "Now, crawl here on all fours bitch." This stops right now. Obediently, she crawled towards him. Her pert behind stuck up humiliatingly into the air. "Now, repeat after me." No. "You, Edmund, are my Master." What. What!? Panting. "You, Edmund, are my Master." What, no! "I, Miss Davenshaw, am your slave." No, please! No! "I, Miss Davenshaw, am your slave." "I will obey my Master always." No, Yes, Please Master. I obey you. "I will obey my Master always" "Very good girl. Now I want you to worship my cock." She unzipped him. His extended manhood filled her entire vision. It held her eyes transfixed as her rich red lips caressed it. Her eager tongue went to work though she shuddered slightly at the taste of his precum. As if reading her mind he smiled. "Some things you will enjoy, slave. And some things you won't. In fact, I can make you enjoy some things...or stop you enjoying them. I have complete control over you. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master." Her docile,submissive and eager tone shocked an ever receding and distant part of herself. A part probably best termed resistance. Looking into her mesmerised eyes he followed this subtly changing dynamic taking place deep within her enslaved soul. Helplessly, she moved up and down his shaft bringing him close to climax. Roughly, he pulled her up by her hair. Her follicles became a conduit for a debilitating pleasure to run all through her mind. She felt so helpless as he spun her round like a toy and pushed her up onto the desk. Urgently now he pulled up her skirt and tore down her panties. She was fully aware of being violated on her very own desk yet felt completely helpless to do anything about it. In fact, she found her behind wiggling helplessly, submissively, begging to be entered. Excitement gave him strength and she found her whole upper body lying prostrate on the table. As he fucked her she felt as if she were vibrating on the table. "Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Please Master! Fuck me, Master! I am your slave!" His own body shuddered and to keep control he found himself pulling her legs up and gripping her stiletto heels tightly as they towered up into the air. Her cum flowed freely down her legs. As he climaxed she felt her entire body fill. Kneeling before him, Miss Davenshaw licked and sucked him clean. "Good girl. You have pleased your Master. Now I will take you home and you will sleep very well tonight. When you wake, you will have no memory of what happened here. But whenever you hear the sound of my voice you will begin to feel aroused. And whenever you hear me say the word 'slave', you will return to this submissive state and obey my every command." "Yes, Master." The next morning, Miss Davenshaw strode confidently through her company's offices. City Superwoman feeling great, ready to do battle all over again. The looks of admiration and fear from the men she passed gave her an energy to feed off. "Morning, Miss Davenshaw," Edmund said as he passed. She paused in her stride for just a second. Dominating Miss Davenshaw Ch. 02 "Good morning, Miss Davenshaw." She halted in her stride momentarily. She was somehow aware of her nipples tingling under her bra, and of what could only be described as a faint tingling between her perfectly toned legs. Her breath caught; "Uh...good morning, Edmund," she replied. The faint quiver in her normally confident, authoritative voice would have been missed by most but he was glad to detect this ever so subtle sign that the hypnosis still had an effect on her. This was a deeper set, more long term effect besides the short term effect of last night. Edmund couldn't help grinning at the memory of that, a memory that was, for now of course, denied to his beautiful boss. Miss Davenshaw meanwhile tried to reconcile the annoyance of his smirk with the fact that she was, somehow, and despite herself, aroused by the sound of his voice. The possibility that he might even be aware of this effect that he was having on her only irritated her further. She resolved to give nothing way. She'd been involved in high level business negotiations for longer than many would have thought possible for a woman in her mid-thirties. This was no different. She decided to reassert herself; "Edmund, have the report for the forthcoming trip to Zurich on my desk by noon if you would." Her tone made it clear who the boss was. "Of course, Miss Davenshaw." Satisfied that she had received the professional respect that was her due, she regained her composure and strode off. Edmund watched in admiration as her heels clipped their way tersely across the thin carpet, her pert behind evident yet perfectly respectable in her sharp knee length skirt. He stirred at the memory of last night. Miss Davenshaw would be the best prize yet. "Of course Miss Davenshaw." She was of course aware of his eyes behind her. She was so used to admiring looks from men as she passed them and left them for dead that sometimes it barely registered. This time, however, she was very conscious of his gaze. Normally, she would have turned around and shot him a cool glance, a common tactic she used for deterring predators or competition in this cut throat jungle of London's financial district. But this time, she didn't. His voice seemed somehow to be permeating her mind, getting inside her head, putting her off. What was going on? Almost imperceptibly she quickened her pace just a little. She tried to use the morning's business to focus herself. A few phone calls, an email, a couple of incompetent subordinates in need of a dressing down. But no matter how busy she made herself she found her eyes being drawn more and more frequently to the clock, and for midday. She didn't want to admit, not even to herself, that Edmund was beginning to have an effect on her. He'd been with the company just six months and though he seemed reasonably ok and competent she didn't see him as particularly head turning. He was a bit quiet, nobody too remarkable. So...why? ************************************************** She shook her head, snap out of it, focus! What? It was gone 12 already. He's here. I sense his voice. She must wear what!? Yes, Master I am your slave. Who does he think he is? Yes, I will only be aware when Master tells me to snap out of it... ************************************************** "With respect, snap out of it, Miss Davenshaw." It wasn't the insubordinate tone that shocked her. As a woman at the top in this male heavy, aggressive world, she'd learned to deal with that pretty effectively. What shocked her was that she was wearing somewhat different clothes to the ones she'd come to work in. Gone was the sharp power suit and high heeled business shoes. They had been replaced by a tight leather jacket that barely covered her chest. A peephole bra offered scant protection to her thrust out breasts while the skirt she now wore was considerably more mini and significantly tighter than the one she'd worn this morning. Knee high, high heeled boots completed the picture. "Oh my god, I look like a slut." But that was not the worst of it. She was standing at the head of the table. Addressing the senior staff! She was uncomfortably aware of their leering grins. The sleazy thoughts of the eight men around the table were evident on their lecherous faces. Edmund, Luis, Daniel all looking at her, not as their boss, but as a piece of flesh. The professional respect that she'd fought so hard to get from them was, of course, nowhere to be seen. They looked at her exactly in the same way they must look at those strippers, call girls, and other professional (and not so professional) women that she frequently overheard them talk about. "I...I...er...", she began to flush. She felt so helpless, so exposed in front of these men. For once, they sensed weakness. Her normally rock solid confidence was beginning to totter in the same way that her whole body was beginning to totter in those ridiculously high heeled, fuck me, slut boots. She could see Luis, the worst of them, literally lick his lips in sleazy anticipation. She sensed water forming in her normally ice cool blue eyes. Oddly enough, Edmund came to the rescue. "Well, it's clear that none of our minds are completely focused on the Zurich trip right now," he said with somewhat sardonic understatement. "Shall we reconvene again at 4?" Gratefully, she took the lifeline offered her. Mustering what composure and confidence she could, she pathetically pulled the leather jacket around her, awkwardly adjusted the tight leather skirt and sashayed ridiculously out of the room. The heels seemed to cause her breasts to bounce and her behind to wriggle provocatively. To make things worse she had to run the gauntlet of the whole of the long table to leave the room. As she left the room, low wolf whistles were replaced by increasingly loud laughter. Looking back through the transparent windows of the conference room she could see them all laughing and talking. She couldn't help noticing that many of them were coming up to Edmund, shaking his hand, slapping him on the back.. Back in the office, she allowed herself a few sobs but quickly composed herself as she heard May, her PA enter the office. It was obvious that May knew what had happened. The mixture of awkwardness and disappointment that her assistant felt was obvious on her face. She'd always admired her boss for the way she'd risen to the top and looked after herself in this testosterone charged world. How could she cheapen, degrade and humiliate herself in front of them like this? This was more than just some wardrobe malfunction. "Can I get you anything, Miss Davenshaw.?" "No, no thanks May." Miss Davenshaw pretended to be looking in a file, anything to avoid eye contact. "Could you give me a minute?" Miss Davenshaw had noticed that her tears had a reddish tinge to them. Looking in her mirror she could see that her fine face had been marred by too much rouge and eyeliner while bright red lipstick seemed to scream 'blow job' to anyone who looked at her mouth. This fresh revelation caused anger, no fury, to well up within her where it merged with an equally strong feeling of humiliation and a catastrophic loss of confidence. Trapped in a moment of helpless indecision she raged around the point that much as she yearned to do something about this, she seemed, for the first time in a very long time, to lack the confidence to do it. Nevertheless, although she had just been humiliated, she had not been broken. She would find out and get payment for this. Her eyes welled but the tears broke against the wall of her inner strength. After an hour of frustration and torment, she received a message from Edmund. The email read, "Coming up to your office now." Quite a presumptious way to address your CEO! But, after this morning's events, it was, she painfully acknowledged, somewhat inevitable. Hmm, Edmund. He was the last person she saw before that humiliating meeting, wasn't he? It was clear something was not right, and she had a feeling it was something to do with him. As she waited for him, she realised to her horror that she had not yet changed back into her normal clothes! How the hell had she forgotten to do that? She didn't even want to think about the possible answers to that question. In horror, she realised she would look ridiculous confronting him like this. Meanwhile, she juggled the ferocious instinct to kill him on the spot with the need to find out what had happened to her. What he had, she was sure of this now, somehow done to her. She had even considered trying to remain calm in the interests of finding out the latter but when he just swaggered into her office without even knocking, as if he owned the place, her fury got the better of her. The slap was hard and took him by surprise. The second slap was less surprising but was even harder. "You bastard what have you done? I know it's you!" The anger and strength in her blue eyes was beautiful. To capture it, to harness it would be worth a million such slaps. He stared back into those eyes with their incredible mix of female power and vulnerability. "You know what's me?" "Don't give me that bullshit. You're fired you understand. Fired!" "You can't fire me." "I can and I have. You will tell me what you have done and then being fired will be the least of your worries." "You cannot fire me, Miss Davenshaw. How can a slave fire her Master?" Edmund savoured the sight as her strong blue eyes glazed over, rather like a thin sheet of fine ice covering an azure blue pool. Her anger and resistance were still visible but seemingly trapped in their icy prison. Her blonde head lolled forward as her fine lips parted ever so slightly. She stood there motionless as if her stiletto heels were somehow fixed to the ground. Edmund took a moment to appreciate the sight of this beautiful, blonde Goddess falling under his hypnotic power yet again. "Very well slave. You will soon begin to find out what I have done to you. But first you must remember your lessons. What are they?" It sounded like a completely different Miss Davenshaw. From within her she said, "I am your slave. You are my Master. Your voice arouses me. Obedience brings me pleasure." He looked for that invisible flicker of resistance in her transfixed eyes. It was enough to just sense that it was there at the bottom of the deep hypnotic pool he had immersed her in. "Yes, good girl. And my voice is arousing you now, isn't it? In fact, it has been arousing you bit by bit, more and more, since we first met this morning." Rooted, immobile to the spot, Miss Davanshaw's enthralled body began to feel incredible waves of arousal pulse through its insides. Involuntary, pleading moans emitted from her helpless lips. "I know you want to touch yourself slave. You may beg for permission." Meekly, helplessly, desperately, Miss Davenshaw dropped to her knees. Edmund couldn't help but marvel at this incredible power which had turned such a strong woman into a desperate, pleading, grovelling slave. "Very well slave." Miss Davenshaw moaned from within an incredible mix of frustration and pleasure. Edmund felt himself stir further as he saw her run her hands over her firm breasts and taut nipples. He watched as her hands detected the growing dampness between her legs. "But, as you now know, slave. Only obedience can give you true pleasure," God, his voice was arousing her so much! It seemed to spring up from within her own mind and course through her whole body. Yes, obedience! Master please, give me a command to obey! She desperately wanted to scream it out but at the same time couldn't bear the thought of doing so. She both desperately yearned for it, and was horrified at the thought of doing it. It both defined her very being, and made her hate herself at the same time. He saw this battle play out in her keen, strong, intelligent, and yet deeply hypnotized eyes. At his command she crawled over to him, her behind sticking up in its tight skirt. "Now, slave, a small addition to your wardrobe." He attached a thin, black collar around her neck. He manipulated it just enough to show her that he could make it very tight indeed before going down a notch. She could still breathe comfortably, just about, as he fastened it. He noticed a flicker of anger, or defiance, flare up in her eyes as he then produced a lead and fastened it to the collar. Miss Davenshaw was overwhelmed by an unmanageable mix of emotions. Of anger, of indignation, of humiliation, of helplessness, of defiance, of shame, but also of growing submission and arousal. The lead wasn't particularly strong, but it didn't need to be. They both knew it was merely symbolic of the growing mental chains which he had entrapped her in. "You are my bitch," he tugged on her leash. "I...am...your...bitch," he smiled wickedly as she tried, and failed, to resist his power. "Would you like to go out for a walk, bitch?" Out here? That would make her earlier humiliation seem like nothing. Led around on all fours, in these slutty clothes at the end of this leash? In front of everyone! She could never show her face here again. He tugged her again. Tears began to form, she hated herself for letting him see them. No! No! Her eyes desperately pleaded. But she knew that she would be helpless to resist his command if he so gave it. After a nanosecond of helpless resistance, her blonde head bowed in meek submission. He pulled her towards the door, her eyes looked beautiful. His hand paused on the door handle. Her heart was in her mouth. She was completely at his mercy. Dependent on his whims. "Perhaps, slave, you are not quite ready for that. But I am glad to see that you were ready to obey. Obedience brings pleasure." "Yes, Master." She was sobbing quite openly now. She was ashamed but couldn't help it. Despite herself, she found herself beginning to feel gratitude to her tormentor for saving her this latest humiliation. Looking into her eyes he could tell that he had successfully taken her down the next step to complete enslavement, where eventually she would grovel not just in fear, or through his hypnotic spell, but in gratitude. The tears trickling down her cheeks showed that he had made cracks in her defensive wall but that he also hadn't broken her entirely yet. No matter. He didn't want to break her yet. He savoured the challenge, the long process of enslaving such a beautiful, strong and intelligent woman. He'd admired her since the day he first met her. Eventually, she would be his completely. Meanwhile, somewhat baser thoughts were swelling up at the front of his trousers. Pointing down at them he suggested that she knew how to show her gratitude for him sparing her the humiliation of a walk outside. Still showing signs of hesitation and resistance, but also this time of a kind of keenness, she unzipped him and began to suck and lick his erect cock. As he spoke, she found herself getting more and more aroused, like a bitch now conditioned to her Master's voice. Following his instructions she couldn't help but find herself feeling more and more pleasure in her own body as her lips, mouth, and then throat worshipped his throbbing manhood. She was very wet now and juice began to run down her thighs. Sensing this, he commanded her to stop and withdrew, his own cock twitching in excitement. "Would you like me to enter you slave?" "Yes. Yes, Master. Yes, please," The words were alien to her as she heard them yet also seemed to define her very being. "One day, slave, when you learn complete obedience, I will give you that complete pleasure," "Yes, thank you, Master" "But now you will have to make do with a smaller reward." "Yes, Master," she moaned in desperation. Pulling her towards him on her leash he roughly tilted her face up to him. Staring up into his eyes from down on her knees she was commanded to suck again until he told her to stop. The sight of her desperate eyes both helplessly defiant and submissively eager to please, a combination only possible under hypnosis, brought him near climax. As her lips and tongue performed for him he withdrew. Twisting her leash around his hand he exploded onto her face. His jism ran down her face in rivulets as she knelt there totally humiliated. Sated, he then commanded her to lick and suck him clean. "Good girl." Despite her state and to her shame she found herself pleased to have been praised by him. Strangely, despite her repressed anger she felt somehow satisfied that she had pleased him. He enjoyed the sight of her kneeling there, his cum still on her face. "Now, Miss Davenshaw, your Master is leaving. When you hear the door close behind me you will awaken from this trance. You will have no clear memory of what has happened while you have been hypnotized but you will continue to feel aroused by the sound of my voice and aroused at the very thought of me. You will also continue to associate your obedience with your own pleasure." "Yes, Master." Satisfied, Edmund left. Miss Davenshaw continued to kneel. Dominating Miss Davenshaw Ch. 03 A deep, red blanket enveloped her. It was as if she were immersed, suspended, floating within it. It seemed to be the entire universe. She heard the door click shut. The world came into view. She was aware of the hard sensation of her knees on the office floor. The surroundings of her office were familiar but her thoughts, her feelings, were not. What was she doing here? A feeling of deep unease overcame her as she realised she was wearing a thin leather collar, a tight fitting leather jacket, a peephole bra, a tight leather mini skirt and knee high, high heeled boots. Hardly appropriate attire for the office! Furthermore, she had no memory of either putting them on, or of even having seen them before. What had happened to her? She asked herself, tormented by her ignorance, but equally fearful that perhaps she did not want the knowledge either. In horror, she noticed a warm, sticky film of liquid on her face. A deep, cold feeling of dread arose in the pit of her stomach. It was clear what had happened to her much as she didn't want to even articulate the thought to herself. But how, when, and with who was a complete mystery to her. Torn between a fear of confronting the truth, and a compulsion to just know she racked her memory in vain. She knew there was something there, but she was just agonisingly short of seeing what. She didn't sleep well that night. Her light slumber was disturbed by vague sensations, of laughing male faces she couldn't quite place, and of another male voice, again familiar but indistinct and present within her head. This was mixed with some kind of involuntary stirring between her legs. Half awake and half asleep she tried in vain to connect the dots which lay just outside her reach like a jigsaw with a few crucial pieces missing. *********************************************** "Luis, if the claims against you are substantiated, this is very serious indeed. This is not just some game. This is sexual harassment." Miss Davenshaw sat in her office chair in the more familiar attire of a blouse, power suit, knee length skirt, stockings and office high heels. She was in some way glad of this distraction. Of course, she was disgusted by what she was sure Luis had done. Sexual innuendo and a blatant creepy feel of her PA's behind was not only unacceptable professionally; it was also unforgivably sexist and harassing behaviour and an inexcusable way to treat any woman even in this male dominated world of the city. But focusing on this diverted her frustrated, tortured mind from the memories that lay just out of her reach. It teased her like a door that she felt compelled to open but which filled her with dread whenever she approached it. In the same way that Luis seemed to be teasing her now. She expected him to be confrontational, angry, in denial. Instead a faint smirk, one suggesting he knew something she didn't was clearly in evidence on his face. Didn't he realise how serious this was? Was it her he was smirking at? For the first time in a long time, she felt that his respect for her was less than total. Worse, he no longer seemed scared of her. She'd long since given up on any of her male subordinates liking her, this industry was simply not ready to accept female authority no matter how competent or hard working the woman was. But she liked to think that over the last few months since she'd become CEO she at least had their professional respect, and, if necessary, fear. Deep within her, her own confidence began to shake, could this be connected to what happened yesterday - whatever that was? She chided herself, stop overthinking things! You need to be in control here, now. But it seemed like she was losing control. Self consciously she fingered the leather collar around her neck. She realised with horror that she had forgotten to take it off. Oh my god! She'd had it on all this time! Luis spoke next. "Well, according to company policy we have the option of myself, the plaintiff, the HR director, one colleague of my choice, and you, our CEO, all having a meeting together. I would like to have that option. As is my right, I would also not like to discuss this matter until that meeting." The way he said 'our CEO' dripped with sarcasm but, concerning the facts he was right. He gave a smug chuckle as her eyes flickered in frustration. She hoped they hadn't given too much away. Without waiting to be dismissed, Luis got up and swaggered out of the office. "Don't worry about me. Are you sure you're ok, especially after yesterday. We all feel the pressure sometimes." The words were fine but she was sure she detected a tone of mocking, fake concern. Or was she reading too much into it? Oh, I don't know. Why am I beginning to doubt myself? What does he know about yesterday? What does he know that I don't? The normally self-assured, confident Miss Davenshaw indeed began to worry about herself ever so slightly. *********************************************** Miss Davenshaw, May and the HR director waited in her office slightly awkwardly. As CEO, she of course had to be neutral yet at the same time sympathetic to the plaintiff. Personally, she empathised with May. As a PA in this testosterone soaked world May, like her, had to know how to look after herself. But she was her PA, and that, until now had seemed to protect her from the worst excesses of leery male behaviour. She liked May, she was competent enough, and even after work they'd shared the odd friendly glass of white together winding down and finding an outlet by expressing their opinions of the men in the office. What she liked especially about her though was that she knew May respected and admired her. She respected what Miss Davenshaw had achieved against all the odds in this macho, male dominated world. Even now, she could see May's expression; although obviously one of frustration and anger,it also showed confidence and trust that things would be put right. That Miss Davenshaw would put things right. Luis came in. 5 minutes late. Slightly disrespectful but what shook Miss Davenshaw most was that he had chosen Edmund to accompany him. Why this bothered her, she did not know. But a curious mix of frustration, arousal, and a vague sensation that something was not quite right seized her. Hang on, hadn't she just spoken to him half an hour ago? And what about? She couldn't remember. They were all staring at her. "Oh, yes, right...sorry, uh let's begin, shall we." This was not her usual smooth way of beginning proceedings but the formal process did get underway. Stealing furtive glances of Edmund in his smart suit, Miss Davenshaw outlined the situation. The HR director outlined company policy with regard to incidents like this and then May explained the nature of her complaint. Luis answered his case. It was clear to Miss Davenshaw that he was in the wrong. Bottling her anger at his male stupidity, she began to dress him down in a clear yet unmistakably professional manner. "Luis, your own words do seem to make it very difficult for you to make a case both within company policy and wider harassment law." But Luis wasn't looking at her. He looked at Edmund. "Um, sorry to interrupt Miss Davenshaw;" Edmund, who had been silent until now spoke up. Miss Davenshaw turned to him in annoyance. "Yes, Edmund?" "I think we should also look at the context. We can't be a slave to the letter of the policy." Although the sight of Miss Davenshaw's strong, focused blue eyes glazing over as her lips parted slightly and her head gently, almost imperceptibly lolling forward was now becoming familiar, Edmund was still nowhere near tiring of it. Watching this beautiful, intelligent woman falling back under his hypnotic spell, helpless to resist his command despite her reserves of inner strength was the highlight of the day. More than that, it excited him; it was what he lived for. He turned to look at Luis and the HR director. His look told them all they needed to know. "Yes, Edmund." Miss Davenshaw's tone was different now. Understanding, accommodating, compliant, submissive. "I think if Luis were to apologise to May for any misunderstanding that would be enough." What you think!? How can you know how May feels about this? How can you presume that? "Yes, Edmund. I agree. May?" May was observant. She knew her boss. Something in the way she looked, the way she spoke, the way she simply was, just was not right. But her own concerns were occupying her now. Composing herself, trying to control her anger she began; "I'm sorry Miss Davenshaw but no. It's not enough for some insincere apology after being...being violated like this. They are not boys playing a game in the playground. I feel terrible about this." Well spoken May, Miss Davenshaw thought. I support that 100%. "Yes, May," Miss Davenshaw replied, "but it's clear Luis is sorry, we know the kind of place we work in, there's nothing we can substantiate and I think we should leave it here." May was angry, angry and shocked. Nothing to substantiate? That pig grabbed my arse! She did not expect Miss Davenshaw to let her down like this. Her shock was only surpassed by that of Miss Davenshaw herself. Was she actually saying these things!? What was going on? The two women looked around the room. They saw the smug, triumphant smiles of the men. Although the origins of their feelings were somewhat different they both felt an almost unbearable mix of anger, frustration, helplessness and powerlessness. "This is not good enough, Miss Davenshaw," May despaired. "I'm sorry May but there is nothing more I can do." Her hypnotized eyes desperately pleaded to May. It's true. I am sorry! There is nothing I can do! Edmund caught sight of her look, recognising it for what it was. She looked beautiful. She was doing well. May got up to leave. Looking into Miss Davenshaw's eyes confirmed that something, she didn't know what, was going on. "You bastards! What have you done to her?" Her anger spilled out. "I don't know what you're talking about May." Edmund replied, "...just calm down ok?" "Don't tell me to calm down! This isn't the end of this!" Miss Davenshaw looked on in helpless frustration. She knew she must come to the aid of May, she just had to. But somehow, she just couldn't. May, with tears forming in her eyes, left the room. A sense of shame that she had just let down one of her colleagues and a feeling of self-disgust now joined Miss Davenshaw's earlier sensation of powerless anger. She had failed. Despite herself, tears began to well up in her own entranced eyes. Following this dynamic Edmund thought she looked even more beautiful. Getting closer now. "Looks like the girls are a bit emotional today," quipped the HR director. He was an overweight, middle aged, balding man. Miss Davenshaw didn't know whether to be more angry at his complete lack of professionalism (he was supposed to be a HR director for chrissake) or his crass, sexist insensitivity. Didn't he have any idea what both May and herself were going through? And how dare he refer to her as a 'girl'! "Well, it just goes to show that this is no business for a woman." Luis' complacency caused Miss Davenshaw to seethe with helpless rage. She'd achieved far more than he ever could while dealing with far more obstacles. How could he so blithely and arrogantly say that? Her fiery resistance and anger, trapped behind the ice of her hypnotized blue eyes was momentarily clear to them all. They laughed. Miss Davenshaw's impotent fury reached a boiling point. What happened next tipped her over the edge. "Perhaps you may begin to feel the same way, Miss Davenshaw," Edmund's words made it look like a suggestion, but his tone suggested it may have been a command. How can he say that!? I am living evidence that that is not true! "Yes, Master," she said meekly. What was she saying? She was selling out everything she believed in. Everything she had worked her whole life for. "But women do have their uses in a place like this," the HR director winked. "Come here." Miss Davenshaw paused. "Obey him." Edmund said in a tone that was used to being obeyed. Immediately Miss Davenshaw got up. "Yes, sir," she replied. She stood helpless before them. "As HR director, I still need to investigate this matter." He began. "Luis, why don't you show me exactly what you did with May?" Luis needed no second urging. Springing up from his chair he got behind her and began fondling her pert behind. She shuddered in disgust but was powerless to resist. "This is turning you on." Edmund commanded. Powerless to resist his voice she began moaning. Unwanted pleasure moved through her body. She twitched in Luis' hands as the HR director put an insensitive hand at the front of her skirt. Her arousal overcame her anger without extinguishing it, trapping her mind in a hell of mixed emotions and feelings in much the same way that these men had her body trapped. Edmund got up and pulled her away from the desk. She tottered in her high heels, heels she normally walked so confidently in. Seeing the fear, the anger, the welling tears, and frustrated resistance in her still strong but now wavering eyes he put a finger tip to her lips shushing her. Something about his voice, his eyes calmed her somewhat. Obeying him made things just that little bit more bearable she found. He unbuttoned her blouse and began fondling her firm breasts. Despite herself, and the leering grins of the other two men, she began to gasp in pleasure. Strangely, her body gave itself more readily than her mind and her remaining reserves of free will. "On your knees." "Yes, Master." Once again, Edmund produced the leash and attached it to her collar. She bowed her head meekly. To her shock, a compulsion to shout out, "Yes, Master. I am your slave. If you say this is no job for a woman I will obey. I will only serve you" began to form. She could resist saying it but the shock that she had even thought of it at all was damaging enough on an existential level. Gazing into her helplessly struggling eyes was enough for him. He already knew that he could hypnotize her into doing things against her will. But more importantly, he realised that he was now one step closer to taking away her free will itself. As she knelt up and stared into her Master's eyes he saw a shift in the balance between her helpless resistance and defiance on the one hand, and a growing desire to please and submit on the other. He commanded her to crawl over to the HR director and unzip him while Luis urgently pulled down her skirt. She wriggled helplessly as he manipulated her through her panties, laughing at the helplessness of her situation. Deep, deep down, this still bothered her on some level. Here she was being used, abused and humiliated by men she did not like and was powerless to resist it. But on another level the need to obey and please her Master drove her on. She gasped as Luis entered her from behind; a thought that would have disgusted her before today. "Please them," Edmund commanded. "Yes, Master." Eagerly, her lips sought out the HR director's throbbing manhood. On all fours with her body trapped between two cocks, and with much firmer bonds taking control of her mind, each of the men laughed at her helplessness. They all had her, in their own way, just where they wanted her. Dominating Miss Davenshaw Ch. 04 Dear Miss Davenshaw, Can we meet after work...please? I just need to talk to you in person. Something is wrong, I just know it. The email from May struck a chord with Miss Davenshaw. Yes, something was wrong. She cast her mind back to yesterday. She remembered the start of the meeting but, apart from an impression that May hadn't got the result she wanted and that it was somehow her - Miss Davenshaw's - fault, it was just a series of vaguely recognisable sensations; sensations which nonetheless tugged at her subconscious but which she couldn't quite place. Deciding that that in itself was something wrong she agreed to May's request. She replied asking May to come to her Picadilly Circus flat at 8. That was odd. She normally liked to meet in a bar near work and she couldn't quite work out why she had asked May to come to her home. But figuring that it didn't matter she didn't allow herself to think too much about it. What was important was that things were done right by May. She had a determination to 'do the right thing' even if she couldn't quite articulate why the situation had gone wrong. May arrived just after 8. Seeing the worry in May's eyes, Miss Davenshaw gave her a hug partly in sympathy, partly in affection, and partly in concern. She'd opened a bottle of her favourite organic red and poured a bit out for them both. Self-consciously May took a sip; "Yes, it will help me relax," she said slightly nervously. Miss Davenshaw smiled reassuringly. Slightly more at ease May took another sip. "In your own time, May;" Miss Davenshaw said supportively. "Well, I just feel something's not quite...not quite right. Ash the meeting yesterday," May paused. 'Ash the meeting?' Was May slurring her speech? After just two sips? "I...I'm sorry Miss Davenshaw". May put a hand to her forehead. "Don't worry May. You've been through a lot. Just take your time ok?" "Yes, Miss Davenshaw. Thank you." May's eyes seemed to be losing their central focus. She began to look dizzy and her head rocked forwards. "May, are you ok?" "I...when...he said...yesterday," "Yes, May." Miss Davenshaw leaned forward. She sensed that what May was about to say was important. "When he...when Edmund said 'slaves...slaves to polishy" Miss Davenshaw's concern for May wrestled with her need, her compulsion, to find out what her PA was so obviously struggling to say. "You changed." "I changed, May? What do you mean changed?" "You, you..." "Yes?" May could keep up the struggle no longer. Her eyes fluttered and she slumped back onto the sofa. "May! May? Are you ok?" What was going on? Edmund appeared in the room as if from nowhere. "You. What are you doing here? How did you get in?" She stood up in anger. She was sure he was behind this. Behind everything. Striding forward in her high heels she moved forward to confront him. "Relax. You have done well, slave." Miss Davenshaw felt as if her head had been plunged into water. His voice seemed to come to her from inside her own head. Suddenly her arms and legs felt incredibly heavy and she felt a vice like grip tighten around her jaw even though he was still a good 5 metres away from her. Her bottom lip dropped open and she froze. Immobile. Smiling, he approached her. A feeling of helpless anger and powerlessness overtook her. "As I said, you have done well." He looked wolfishly at May as she stirred helplessly on the sofa. 'I...what?' It occurred to Miss Davenshaw that perhaps, somehow, she was responsible for this. She had let May down yesterday but this; this was much, much worse. She had betrayed her. But how? As she looked across at Edmund, blue ice raging in her perceptive eyes, she realised that since he had the power to freeze her in place just by speaking he probably had the power to do a whole lot more besides. She watched helplessly as Edmund moved over to the sofa and heaved up his semi- conscious prey - prey which she had brought to him - and carried her off. Looking into her eyes Edmund guessed what she was thinking. "Don't worry. This will take about 15 minutes but it's not what you think. I'm just going to make sure that all three of us enjoy tonight." Laughing, he left the room. ***** Those 15 minutes seemed to be the longest in Miss Davenshaw's life. She was stuck there frozen,unable to do anything about either her own situation, or whatever was going on next door. The feeling of helpless fury got deeper and deeper. And as she got more and more angry thinking about Edmund and what he had done to her she, somehow, began to feel aroused. And that arousal, in turn, further fed her anger until she was trapped in a hopeless cycle; her mind, her feelings oscillating widely across emotional extremes. Her body was stuck rigid but her face felt flush, her breath caught, her nipples tingled and between her legs she stirred. Her knees wobbled but somehow held her up as if supported by an invisible force. Dew began to stick to her La Perla underwear. She dreaded his reappearance yet craved it at the same time. After an age Edmund reappeared with an unrecognisable May. She had put on just a little too much Dior Show Mascara. The lipstick was clearly overapplied and she tottered in a pair of very high Louboutins. A whorish corset and a tight mini skirt completed the look. Looking into May's eyes Miss Davenshaw felt she saw a reflection of her own. Meekly, as if in a trance, May followed Edmund like an obedient slave. Sitting on the sofa as if he owned it he turned to May. "Undress her...slowly. Sexily." "Yes, sir," May responded from deep within her trance. Miss Davenshaw gasped in fear and anger as her hypnotized PA approached her. "Don't resist slave," Edmund's voice pulsed slowly through her skull. "You will enjoy this because you will find it feels good. You will enjoy it even more because you know it pleases me." "Yes, Master." Miss Davenshaw gasped. Slowly, gently, caressingly, May brushed her face. Miss Davenshaw shuddered in arousal. She'd never been into girls much though she'd done a little 'experimenting' at university. This, however, was no comparison. As May undid her jacket her tongue teased Miss Davenshaw's lips, probing for a way past her defences. May moved her hands up and inside her blouse causing waves of half welcome pleasure to pulse through her body. Actually, May was more than welcome. It was the fact that he was there like some perverted voyeur watching what should be an intimate moment between two women that prevented the flames of anger from being wholly subsumed by this new fire of desire. Although as she watched him, she couldn't help feeling that, no...no...yes, he was arousing her too. Hating herself for it she admitted deep inside that somehow he was turning her on. The growing smile on his lips pleased her despite herself. Was she pleased now that she was pleasing him? Please,no. As these thoughts occupied her increasingly subdued mind, May's kisses finally found a breach in her defences. She found herself kissing back passionately. That was apparently one part of her body that with the right stimulation could break the spell she was under. May undid the strap on her bra and began teasing her nipples as Miss Davenshaw moaned in pleasure. She began giving herself more and more to this pleasure; forgetting even who was watching. She began to forget even her anger at this male intrusion into their intimacy. "On your knees May," Edmund commanded. "Yes, sir." May gasped. Miss Davenshaw was irritated by this outside interruption and gazed at him. Who was he to say what should happen when? He is only watching after all. He stared back at her as if to say this is for my pleasure first, yours second, if I remember you at all. As his eyes gripped hers she couldn't help feeling her arousal go even deeper as this entranced slave girl knelt in front of her. She didn't even think about how the focus of her anger had changed from indignation about the fact that this was happening at all, to merely mild annoyance as to how this was going. Sensing this, Edmund smiled at the knowledge that he had succeeded in shaping the landscape which her keen mind could range over. He was well and truly on the way to defining the terms on which the struggle for Miss Davenshaw's mind and soul would play out. Soon now, she would be his completely. Her mind would be totally enslaved. May's hands caressed Miss Davenshaw's fine legs in their sleek hosiery. Undoing her skirt she sensed the heat radiating through her boss' damp underwear. "Go on May." Edmund encouraged. "Oh, Yes, sir," May inhaled deeply as her lips and tongue began worshipping this Goddess between her legs. Miss Davenshaw's legs began to writhe helplessly, involuntarily, as waves of pleasure pulsated out through her helpless body. Not caring anymore she gripped May's shoulders, her nails digging crescents into them. She moaned louder and louder as her juices began to flow. Edmund commanded May to stop. Miss Davenshaw wriggled, tottering helplessly in her high heels. "You may kneel, slave," said the voice in her head. "Yes, thank you Master," Miss Davenshaw dropped to her knees in heat. "Now, slave, you will return the favour to May." May writhed in pleasure as Miss Davenshaw's tongue searched out all the spaces, exploring all the dimensions between her legs. Miss Davenshaw was on her knees, pleasing her Master. That was all she needed right now. Both women were now so wet, dripping, their orgasms ready to come forth. He commanded them both to beg for it, and then, on their knees the two women panted as their director paused their performance. Edmund approached them, his excitement visible at the front of his trousers. At his command and, eagerly now, Miss Davenshaw unzipped him. His cock throbbed in front of them like a phallic shaped star holding two planets captive in its orbit. May had long since surrendered to sexual arousal and Miss Davenshaw too now fell so deep. Like hungry animals at a zoo and powerless to do anything about their humiliation, they jostled for a taste of his cock, for the right to kiss it, to suck it, to deep throat it, to worship it. Struggling to control his own arousal Edmund tormented first one then the other by withdrawing from the one and then giving to the other hungry mouth. Impossible to decide between the two he commanded them both to orgasm the moment he supernovaed over both their faces. As two intelligent women he knew that under the right hypnotic conditions their minds were just as potent sexual organs as those between their legs. Gripping their hair he told them they'd done well, that they'd pleased him and that after they'd sucked and licked him clean they could spend the night together. He also told them to enjoy the memory as when they woke up in the morning it would be gone. ***** Feeling totally drained both figuratively and physically, Edmund saw them asleep together on the sofa as he left. Seeing Miss Davenshaw asleep he could hardly believe it was her. This superwoman, this bitch that had bossed him around all these months looked so vulnerable, so beautifully human. He took a duvet from the bedroom, flung it over them, turned and left.