Sapphic Erotica Festival - Command and Control, part 1

Command and Control (FF+, Hum, D/s, Mild WS, BDSM, Latex, Toys) By Hecate ([email protected]) Part 1: Intrigue (1) The Beginning After graduating top of my class in Probability and Statistics, I applied for and got a position as a risk assessor with an insurance underwriter. My inexperience meant I only got the less important customers to start with, but after a few months, I was starting to get more significant clients. I worked as an analyst, apportioning risk and effectively setting the premiums we would charge to customers based on their profile. It was actually interesting. I got to meet lots of diverse people and covered everything from individuals to small companies. As I was just starting out (I was only 22) I wasn't paid that well, but I knew that that would change in the future. Still, it was quite difficult for me, paying for an apartment, running a car and all the rest. If it wasn't for the intriguing cases I worked on, and that future promise, I might have changed career. That promise helped though, as did my boss, Kerry Stone. She was always friendly and helpful, encouraging me all the time. After a few weeks, I relied on her a lot and she seemed to welcome my company and my questions. In fact, she made a lot of difference. She even took me out to dinner a couple of times, knowing I was pretty broke and couldn't really afford to pay for myself. All in all, despite the money, I was pretty happy. I'd been there a couple of months when I was asked to look over a deal that we'd done. Or rather, that had been passed by my predecessor, a woman named Sophie Trent. And that was when things started to change... (2) Funny Business Sophie (I was soon calling her that as if I knew her, which, by the time things had happened, I did, but that's for later) had passed a high-risk policy for what seemed to be a fairly low rate. And the policy had been called upon by the insured, a medium-sized company named 'Themis, Inc.'. I had to look the name up. Themis was the Greek goddess of Justice and Wisdom; I thought that was a clever choice. Apparently, one of their clients had been shot and the company was claiming, as it was liable for the hospital bills as part of its contract with their client. Quite normal business practice but . . . with their line of business, and their clientele, I had to admit they didn't seem to be paying much for their cover. The company itself was interesting. They provided exclusively female bodyguards, and only for women. There were a few well-known names on their client list, but most I had never heard of. The company had offices all over Europe, the US and Canada and looked very successful. I was interested to see that their Board was also exclusively female. It was good to see women breaking into what was supposed to be a tough, macho and man's world. As I delved deeper, it seemed to me that Sophie had very carefully inserted figures that subtly altered the risk, a point here, a point there, until the final calculation resulted in a lower figure than it should have been. That lower figure would have been factored into the premiums with a resultant smaller charge. I couldn't see that it had been anything more than deliberate. Now I was worried. I had never had the responsibility of something like this before and I had to make sure I got it right. I went to Kerry's office with some trepidation. Yes, she'd been very kind to me, but she did appear to genuinely like Sophie and often told me how good she was and how sad she'd been to see her go. So, I wasn't sure how she'd react to my tentative conclusions. I really hoped she'd go through the figures too and come to the same conclusion. I knocked on her door and heard her sing a "Come In!" Her voice was mellifluous and it always seemed to me that she sang her sentences. Sometimes, I was so enchanted listening to her I lost track of what she was saying! She didn't come across as if she minded my lapses, though. I entered a bit gingerly, but she just beamed at me and said, "Hi, Jennie! Sit down. What's the matter? You look worried." It all slipped out in that honeyed voice of hers. Kerry had wonderful, sleek auburn hair, and to me she always looked stunning. I'd seen her give several men at the company polite brush-offs, so I guess I wasn't the only one who thought that. She dressed in a very businesslike way, almost formal and starchy, but there was always some aura that made her exude a sexiness which even I felt, and I'd never thought of women as sexual partners. In a way, it made me feel safe, in another, well . . . . I sat and looked at her. "I was given a project that Sophie had worked on and . . . er, I think I've found some discrepancies?" She peered at me, her eyes widening slightly and I felt almost as if she was looking inside me. She had a gaze that was virtually hypnotic. "OK. Well, let's see, who gave you this to work on? It didn't come through me." "When you were away last week, one of the guys from claims came to my office and gave me the file. He said it needed a thorough analysis." "Who was it?" "Rob Burwell." "Why you do you think he picked you?" "Oh, that's easy," I smiled. He's been trying to hit on me for weeks. I guess he thought if he gave me something seemingly important to do I might look on him favourably. Men!" I giggled. She laughed. "Right. Well, I'm not surprised, an attractive woman like you. . . " I blushed slightly, looking down. That was the first compliment about my looks that she'd ever paid me and I was moderately disconcerted. "Don't blush, silly," she said. "I've never believed in false humility." And she laughed again, a tinkling laugh, with a hint of sensuality and . . . what? Strength? Whatever, it was a power that almost sent a shiver through me. I looked up to see her pinning me with that gaze again. "So, what's the story then, Jennie? What did you find that made you come to me?" I explained what I'd done, how I'd gone through everything, and told her I was worried because she seemed to think highly of Sophie, and what I'd found seemed quite deliberate. She sat back in her chair and was lost in thought for a while, and then she turned her laser-like stare on me again and said, "Hmmm. Well, that does seem odd. And you *are* good. You know what I think of your abilities. Still, Sophie was excellent too. We do need to get to the bottom of this, and it's the weekend tomorrow." She paused, as if something had just occurred to her. "Are you busy this weekend Jennie? Could you spare the time to go over this with me on the computer? We could come into the office tomorrow, and maybe take the stuff to my house on Sunday and work through the day? I can sort out food and stuff, I know you can't afford to eat out much" I smiled. "Of course, Kerry! It's not as if I do much at the weekends anyway. Just slob out and vegetate really, apart from chatting to friends on the Net. I'd be glad to sort this out with you. And thanks, yes, you know things are a bit tight for me. I appreciate that." That's settled then," she smiled. You just go and finish up and take the rest of the afternoon off. Relax and we'll brainstorm it this weekend." "Hey, thanks. I could do with a rest. Worrying about this has used all my nervous energy. And thanks for being so kind." "See you tomorrow then, Jennie," she said, and I left. (3) Work can be fun I just pulled on some casual clothes that morning, jeans, sweatshirt and a pair of comfy shoes and drove to the office. Kerry was already there, sitting at her computer. She looked up as I walked in and gave me a radiant smile. She looked really pleased to see me, even though she knew I would be coming. I smiled back and relaxed. Her presence, her attitude, gave me confidence. I had downloaded all the information to a laptop the night before and we directly linked the computers so in her office I could go through what I'd found piece by piece - what appeared on my screen appeared on hers, so I could talk her slowly through it. It took all morning just to do that and about 12.30 Kerry suggested we broke for lunch. We went to a little cafe just down the street from the office. I'd never been there. It was too expensive for me, but as Kerry had promised to treat me I was excited to see what it was like. The food was gorgeous and, well, so was the company. She entranced me with her looks, her voice and her manner. "So, Jennie, you've worked with me for a few months now. I hope you're enjoying it?" she said with a grin. I grinned back. "Yes, of course. You've been so supportive and I really appreciate what you've done for me. You've made me feel so welcome and helped me out so much. I'm so glad to have a manager as nice as you." I blushed as I said it. I hoped I wasn't being too gushing, but she really had been good to me. She gazed at me. There was something in her eyes that I couldn't decode, but it made feel warm and I thought, but would never have said it, loved. So much so that my breathing started to become a little heavier and if I hadn't known better I'd have said I was slightly aroused. I was sure that was just me though. I'm sure she had this effect on others as well. It was just her. She had this knack of making people adore her or, at least, that's how I saw it. I must have looked strange or something because her look changed to one of concern and she said, "Jennie, you OK?" I nodded slowly as I passed from my reverie and back into normal space. "Uh, sure Kerry." I smiled. She looked relieved and said, "Well, Jennie, I hope we can at least be friends, not just colleagues. When I first met you I just knew we would be closer than just workmates." "I'd love that," I said. She smiled again. "Good. You're quite brilliant at what you do, and I love the sharpness of your mind and," she hesitated slightly, "I'd like to get to know you better. I was so pleased that you came to me over this problem - it has the added bonus that we can enjoy each other's company over the weekend." I don't know why, but that made me feel joyous. It was as if she was someone I had been looking for. I was still new at the company and would never have presumed to ask someone older (she was about 28 I'd have guessed) and with much more experience to spend time together. Especially my manager. We chatted a little longer and then went back to the office, her being professional as usual, me with a warm feeling inside. Things could only get better! We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing what I'd shown her without coming to any real conclusion. As this could be serious neither of us wanted to come to a hasty decision. We went our separate ways, and each took home a laptop with all the information on it. She gave me directions and told me to come round to her house about 11.00 the following morning. I was slightly surprised at where she lived - it was very upmarket. Only slightly surprised because I knew she drove a BMW soft top and it was certainly in keeping with that. I just thought to myself that in six years I'd hopefully be earning what she obviously was. (4) Feeling cold? Kerry had told me to bring some nicer clothes with me for Sunday as she was planning an evening meal in a more expensive restaurant. I spent the remainder of Saturday evening before I went to bed sorting some things out. I wanted to get it right. It somehow seemed so important that I dressed properly for her. It was as if I was going out on a date and wanted to impress. I couldn't really see that, but that was how it felt to me. In any case, I spent a couple of hours preparing what I would wear, and packing everything carefully away so it wouldn't be creased. I really wanted to have an effect on her. I drove over to her house. It was less than modest and I felt a bit embarrassed parking my slightly battered car in front of that house. I rang the bell and she quickly opened the door. She'd obviously been waiting for me, I was bit late, as the traffic was worse than I'd thought it would be, and I started to stutter an apology. But, she just put her arm round me as I entered and told me to calm down, which I did immediately. It was comforting that arm, and her manner was relaxed. She took me upstairs to what I later found out was one of her six bedrooms and told me to leave my clothes for the evening there. Then we went back down to her study, linked the laptops and started working through the figures again. Doing it together like this pointed out to me one thing I hadn't noticed before: although Sophie had done all the work and signed it off, Kerry had countersigned it. I started to think I must surely be wrong about what I'd thought I'd found. I was sure that Kerry wouldn't be part of what seemed to be a fairly trivial, though still possibly fraudulent, adjustment. When we broke for lunch I wasn't anywhere near as confident of what I had found, and I told Kerry so. We were in the kitchen where Kerry was preparing what looked to be a delicious lunch of salad, seafood and some kind of sauce, with a gorgeous-looking pineapple sorbet for dessert. "I'm glad you trust me that much," she said. "I hope that you find that I'm worthy of that trust." She smiled at me and I bathed in the glow of her approval, happy that she was being so nice about it all. We sat down and had lunch on the large patio behind the house. She had a wonderfully big garden, a medium sized pool at the end, and a beautiful selection of plants - scented, architectural, and just plain attractive. Eating in those surrounding was such a pleasure. I just sat back and admired the view while we chitchatted about life in general. I learnt that she had worked for this company for five years, that I was close in guessing how old she was, and she was 29, and that she loved films, art and music, but that she liked nothing more than to just relax with friends and enjoy people's company. For my part I told her I loved the cinema as well, wasn't really into art, but loved classical music (mathematicians often do). And that I was from a small town and that I found the city just one big experience after another, most if it nice, some occasionally a little worrying, but that I treasured it here. It was so much more exciting than where I came from. After the meal we went back to work. I was pleasantly full, really relaxed, and the work no longer seemed a chore. I just felt I wanted to be in her company for as long as possible. She drew me in like she was magnetic - a powerful force that I wanted to be drawn to for as long as possible. The afternoon wore on and at last we reached a conclusion. Kerry told me that while it was a little odd, she wanted to see what claims thought first, and why they had passed it across. She didn't believe that Sophie would've deliberately altered the figures and she wanted to talk to Rob before we decided whether to pass it as OK, or flag it for further investigation by a team. I was relieved. Kerry had much more experience and would know what, and how, to do this. She told me to go up and get ready, told me where the bathrooms (!) were and suggested I had a shower and got changed for the evening out. I left the study and heard her pick up the phone to make a call, no doubt to tell Rob that she wanted to see him tomorrow. The bathroom I used was luxurious. So much so that I decided to take a bath rather than shower. There was no rush, and I felt very comfortable here in her house. I lay in the bath, relaxing, but thinking of what we had discussed. I still had a small, nagging feeling in the background, but I couldn't do anything but completely trust Kerry. I just couldn't. I didn't know why either, and I think it was that that nagged at me more than anything. Still, I was looking forward to the evening out, so I mentally shrugged and pampered myself. I was intrigued to see where she'd take me and whether she would relax with me too. I towelled myself down and sprayed myself with Coco. I loved that perfume and I hoped she would too. Like I said, I felt I was going on a date, so I behaved like it. I felt excited by it. As I put on one of my best sets of underwear, a lacy black concoction, I realised my nipples were getting hard, as if I was expecting - what? I wasn't sure. I just knew that I hadn't felt like this in a long while and although it was with a woman, I didn't care. I had my fantasies, and women featured in them a lot. In fact, I realised that my hottest fantasies were always about women and that men hardly ever featured. So, this was making me learn about myself too. I always analysed things - it was my nature - but this was hitting me on an emotional as well as intellectual level. I grinned to myself - Jennie, I thought, you could be in for an interesting night! I pulled on my black stay-ups and then slinked into the little black dress I had brought with me. My LBD was a standard part of my wardrobe - short skirted, with a flounce, and cut fashionably low at front and back. I always felt a million dollars in it. And, finally, my gold choker - given to me by my best friend at university (who had a rich daddy), it felt good to wear and was sort of my good luck charm. I felt great. Happy, relaxed and looking forward to the evening. When I walked downstairs she was ready and waiting and we both burst out laughing as we looked at each other and went "Wow!" She was dressed in a burgundy top and skirt, short like mine, but otherwise plain, with a small gold necklace with teardrop pearl. She looked wonderful. After we calmed down she stared at me and said, "Hey girl, you look good enough to eat!" I blushed slightly, aware of the double entendre and tried to cover my confusion with a "So do you!" She smiled and gave me my first surprise. We were going to the first night of an art house movie called "Baise-Moi". I blushed again. The translation from the French meant, "Fuck Me"! We walked out to the car and she opened the passenger door for me and ushered me in, her hand touching my bare back lightly. I felt goosebumps where she touched me and I shivered slightly. She asked me if I was cold, and I said "a little". I could hardly tell her that her touch had excited me. (5) Warming Up The film was interesting, but not great. The characters weren't well defined, but the story was provoking. It was about a woman who had been raped, hooking up with a prostitute. They then proceeded to have sex with random men before killing them. It was a sort of revenge movie, spoilt by indiscriminate killing outside the obvious revenge acts. The sex was very explicit and I watched both the screen and Kerry and saw how she looked away whenever the camera got really involved with the men's bodies. I was pretty sure now what her sexual preference was. Which was great, and rather different to me as I'd never really been sure what I wanted. It was just another example, to me, of Kerry's confidence and belief in herself. Things started to get much more interesting when we drove to the restaurant. Her chat became more personal as we drove along. She asked me about boyfriends (two) previous relationships (two - anyway those that were long enough to be worth counting) and skirted around whether either of those two were with men or women. I chuckled to myself as I thought she was deliberately avoiding what was obvious to me. Then it was my turn and I asked her the same questions, knowing I was putting her on the spot. The first thing she said was, "No, I haven't got any boyfriends, nor am I likely to. I thought you might have realised - I'm a lesbian. Well, I'm a lesbian to you - to men I'm a dyke". And she laughed out loud. I couldn't help joining in with her infectious humour and I laughed too, not quite sure why she said that, so I asked her. She said," Haven't you noticed? Men love the idea of 'lesbians' but hate the idea of dykes. Lesbian gives a man an image of two horny, good-looking women making out. Dyke makes them clutch their groins for protection!" And she laughed again, as did I. I was glad she'd been so honest with me. It made things much easier for both of us. So I asked her about relationships. "Oh, I've had a few, but only one long-term one, which I'm in now." Again, my emotions betrayed me. I was disappointed. I'd got so attracted to her I'd been hoping . . . still, at least we could be friends. But she must have been watching me because she said, "Hey, that doesn't mean, if the situation arose . . . I can tell you that she won't mind at all. Really." And she grinned at me. I must have been *so* obvious! I blushed deeply and was glad we were in a car in the dark. Kerry made a right into a car park and we were at the restaurant. I got out, slightly relieved to be on neutral ground. I was getting so wound up in this woman that I wasn't sure how I'd react to whatever she said next. We sashayed in, getting admiring glances, even if I do say so myself. Being with her I felt so confident and instead of wilting at the looks like I normally do I just strode through the lobby feeling great. The waiter obviously knew her and directed us to one of the better tables. We sat down and he gave us both menus. I looked across at Kerry and asked her what was good. She offered to order for me, so I let her. I had noticed she seemed happiest when in control, and I knew I'd enjoy whatever she ordered. After we'd eaten our main courses, while we were waiting for dessert, she turned the conversation to sex. Like women do. She asked me outright whether I preferred men or women, then sat there, gazing into my eyes, while she waited for my answer. So, now, I had to come to a conclusion about myself. I didn't feel I could be less than honest with her. The thing was . . . . "I don't really know, Kerry. I went out with a few guys at school but never found it particularly enjoyable. They were so immature, and I don't think I've yet met a man who wasn't. I had one particular girlfriend at University, the one who bought me this choker when I graduated. We kissed, but never got beyond that. When I was young I did play around with one or two other girls, like you do, investigating really. But never anything serious. And so, this may be hard to believe, but I'm really inexperienced. Sorry." I don't know why I tagged the 'sorry' on the end. It just felt like the thing to do. She smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. At least you answered me honestly, and I like that in women." And she laughed again, not loudly, but a throaty laugh that made me feel wanted and wanton. Just chatting like this was arousing me. Not a lot, but enough so I noticed. I was feeling drawn to her even more, and it was making me so confused at the same time. I just sat and watched her as she picked up her glass and drank, and felt myself heat up even more as the pink tip of her tongue chased a droplet running down the outside of the glass. It was as if my eyes were fixed on her tongue and with a start I knew I was getting wet. She looked mischievously at me and said, "So, what do you do for fun?" Given the topic of conversation I immediately blushed red. Was she really asking if I masturbated? Or was it an innocent question? No, not innocent I decided, but deliberately double-edged, wanting to see how I'd cope. Because she was driving Kerry was drinking juice, but I'd consumed several glasses of wine and I blamed that for blurting out, "Oh, you know warm baths, shower sprays, warm bed, toys." I grinned and said, "What about you?" She grinned back, patently pleased that I'd taken up the challenge. "Me? Oh, I play games, mostly with my lover, but sometimes with others. I'm sure you'd enjoy them too." And there it was, I thought, an open invitation. I was feeling rather hot now. I knew/could feel that my nipples were protruding through my dress, and I could really feel the wetness between my legs. She was turning me into a quivering wreck just by talking to me. This smart, sexy, intelligent and powerful woman had pulled me into her like a bee to flowers. I didn't know what to say, and just blurted out something, again. It was as if my inhibitions had been disengaged from my mouth. "Oh, games sound fascinating! I'm sure I *would* enjoy them." I nearly curled up and died. What was I thinking of! I started to worry about what would happen now if she said something that I couldn't agree to. "You do? Oh good. I knew you'd be the adventurous type. Let me make this suggestion. Starting now, and until next weekend, we'll play some of my games, and if you enjoy it, fine. If you don't, then we'll still be friends." I felt so relieved I immediately said yes, I'd love to do that. Just then the waiter arrived with our desserts. As soon as he'd gone she leaned over to me and said, "you realise this means you do what I tell you for the next week? The games won't work otherwise." I nodded. Then she whispered to me, "Good. So let's start as we mean to go on. You're wearing panties and bra?" I nodded again. "OK. Go to the ladies and remove them both and put them in your handbag. Then come back to the table." I felt my cunt twitch as she said it, nodded weakly and got up. It was the way she said it. It was simple enough, but I just didn't feel I could argue whatever she'd said. I was glad she didn't know that. By the time I got inside a stall I was feeling weak at the knees and terribly excited. I unzipped my dress and got my bra off, and zipped up again, putting my bra in my handbag. Then I pulled up the dress. My panties were so wet there was a big damp patch on them and I could smell myself. I knew I was aroused, but I hadn't realised how much. I quickly pushed them down and stepped out of them, putting them in my bag on top of my bra, and snapped the bag shut. I got some paper and dried myself off as best I could, feeling the slickness as the paper rubbed across my cunt. Then I flushed the toilet and stepped out, walking on slightly wobbly legs back to our table. Kerry was waiting for me with a big grin on her face. "Have you done it?" she asked. I nodded, dumbly. Then came the bombshell. "Prove it!" she said. "I, I . . . how?" I said "I'm sure you'll think of something. You have until coffee." I was perplexed. Then I realised what I thought she wanted. I reached into my bag and pulled out my underwear, hiding it under the tablecloth. Then I deliberately dropped my napkin, and slid down as if to get it. As I did, I reached under the table and dropped my under things in her lap. I sat up again to see her look down and smile. She looked up at me and said with a grin, "Mmm. Not bad for an amateur." I grinned back, all the while wondering what else I could have done. We finished our desserts quietly, eying each other with little secret smiles. The waiter cleared away the debris and brought us coffee. It was then that I felt one of Kerry's feet sliding up the inside of my thigh. I thought she was sitting lower, but hadn't understood why. Now I knew. And my temperature was rising even more. I sat there transfixed; my legs slightly apart as I felt her silky smooth, stockinged toes stroke the insides of both my thighs, and then she said, quietly enough so only I could hear, "Open them and sit forward!" I didn't have to be told what she meant and I obeyed her without thinking. I open my legs as wide as the table would let me, still covered by the table cloth, and sat as far forward on my chair as I could. Covered as I was, I felt naked as her foot crept higher until her toes were resting on my wet cunt. I couldn't believe I was doing this in a public place, with people all around, but to my surprise, it made me feel even more aroused. I sat there while she played with me, stroking her foot over my cunt, fondling my clitoris every now and again, almost making me jump in my seat, until I was a just a bundle of nerve fibres centred on my cunt. And all the while, she kept drinking her coffee and making small talk as if nothing was happening. Then she stopped, and I felt her foot slide down from between my legs. She just looked at me as I sat there, feeling like a jelly, high with the sparks that cruising up my spine and making me see stars. I was dumbfounded again. She called the waiter for the bill, paid it, and said it was time to go. I was so turned on now I would have said yes to anything and she just wanted to walk out as if nothing had happened? I couldn't think straight, but somewhere in the back of my mind I was glad that she didn't know how much she'd affected me, how I would have completely surrendered to anything if she'd asked me. No one had *ever* made me feel like this before and I wanted it to go on forever. We walked out together. She confidently, walking tall with quick steps, me following along behind, slightly wobbly and almost dying to come. We walked to the car saying nothing. Then as we got there, she turned round and said, with a twinkle in her eye, "Enjoying yourself?" I couldn't help but grin and say, "Oh, god, yes!" We both got in the car. And she turned to me, smiling. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, her warm breath making me melt. "You're doing very well. Now, put a hand between your legs, scoop up some of that wetness and suck it off your fingers." A bolt of electricity shot through my cunt as she whispered to me. I'd never done that before. It seemed so decadent, so sexually charged. And I wouldn't refuse, and I'm sure she knew that. I slipped a hand beneath my skirt and pulled it out. You could see my fingers glistening with my juice from the car park lights. I turned to face her and sucked my fingers, running my tongue round and round them. I was stunned to find the taste was so nice and resolved to do it again. But most of all, I had the urge to taste Kerry. But this was her game and I had to do what she wanted, not what I craved. "Good," she said. "You learn quickly. Now, a few things before we go home. Whenever we're playing over this week, you will call me Mistress, and I will give you instructions by saying that your Mistress says . . . . That way we can keep thing separate from the rest of our lives. And, anyway, I think it has a nice ring to it, don't you?" I just smiled and nodded. It made it sound more fun. "And," she paused for effect, "Under no circumstances are you to touch yourself or masturbate in any way unless I say you can. Is that agreed?" "Uh, yes," I said quizzically. But I thought..." "It doesn't really matter what you thought does it? It is *my* game. And I can assure you that you'll be thanking me by next weekend," she said gleefully. I was astounded by what she said, but she just looked at me, staring deep into my eyes, and I just nodded. How could I not? In one evening, she'd already made me feel, more excited than I'd ever felt in my entire life. I wanted more, much more, and I knew Kerry was the person to give it to me. I'd often wondered why people do things, outrageous things, and now I understood that Kerry could make me into one of those people. I was scared and exhilarated all at once and full of wonder about what lay ahead. I had no idea how I'd succumbed to her so quickly. Why was I just giving in? That thought would haunt me for the next week End of Part 1