She Took Me in Hand: 3 Lesbian Dominant/Submissive BDSM Romances

by I. M Rogue

  My heart fluttered under her gaze and beat faster. She wore a black suit/skirt combo that reeked of power and a ripple of excitement surged through me. Her confident stare reminded me of the previous evening and my panties grew warmer just walking past.

  I need to speak to her, but what do I say? This is stupid, I don’t have a plan. All I know is she looks amazing and I am really here to see her – not Ed.

  Don’t chicken out Constance. There is no harm stopping by for a casual greeting…but she might think it’s weird after last night.

  I stopped in my tracks and Melissa turned away from the window. It wasn’t a very encouraging sign but I didn’t allow it to divert my intentions. I had come this far and my pleading emotions were not going to let fear prevent me from at least offering a quick ‘hello’. I opened her door and poked my head in just as she was hanging up the phone.

  “Good morning,” I offered cheerily, as if the night before hadn’t happened.

  “It’s a little unusual seeing you here this time of day – and acting so cheery. What do you want?”

  “I wanted to tell you that you look really pretty today.”

  She let loose a sarcastic scoff which made me tenser and brushed her bangs back to look at me sternly.

  “You wanted to tell me I look pretty? What are you really doing here Constance?”

  I boldly stepped into her office and closed the door behind me.

  “I brought some lunch for Edward –see.”

  I held up the bag lunch and she looked at it suspiciously. In turn I pulled out a container of homemade fruit salad and offered her some, opening it up and placing it in on the desk in front of her.

  “Is this some type of peace offering?” She inquired.

  “I have no hard feeling towards you. In fact I thought of you while I was making this. Aye-I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  Don’t stutter – be casual.

  “You’re not gay Constance - so what are you really up to.”

  Tell her...just tell her.

  “I don’t know. I only know that standing in front of you feels good – it feels right.”

  She laughed out loud, not convinced by my confession.

  “So you humiliate me in front of all my coworkers and the next day you have feelings for me. Your one mixed up girl.”

  “You opened up my eyes to a lot of things last night. I don’t care that you started a fight with me. I deserved it.”

  “You started the fight – I just finished it. And that is where I intend on leaving it – finished.”

  The hurt look on my face didn’t garner me any sympathy and instead she added, “What’s the matter, did the tough housewife discover she is really just a wimp?”

  “I stopped by to let you know I care about you, not to fight or be mean.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, I am serious. Even when you insult me I am still thrilled to be here.”

  She leaned forward smiling and took a cherry out of the fruit salad. To my surprise she guided it under her sleek skirt and it disappeared. A moment later her hand reappeared and she held the cherry out to me.

  “If you are being honest with me then eat it.”

  The cherry glistened and I knew where it had been. I wasn’t sure what she was doing but I recognized the opportunity to show my dedication. Taking the cherry from her I popped it into my mouth without hesitation. Her familiar flavor mingled with the sweet cherry and I cooed “mmm” as I chewed it. When it was gone I spit the pit into my hand and held it in front of her – as if it were a prize.

  “You’re serious aren’t you? You really do have a thing for me.”

  “I do – yes.”

  “It’s flattering Constance but I am not interested in straight girl games. After a week of playing you will run back to your man. I’m not in college anymore. I am too old for that.”

  “It’s no game. The affection I feel towards you is real. Doesn’t eating the cherry demonstrate that?”

  Her phone rang again and she waived me off.

  “Leave me Constance. I have a lot of work to do. Go home and watch a soap opera or something. You’ll get over it.”

  She answered the phone and turned her back to me. I got the message and walked out feeling dejected. It was odd, but for some reason I thought the way I felt indicated that she would have similar feelings towards me. In my fantasies when I confessed my feelings she giddily confirmed she felt that same. I was wrong and it hurt.

  It was hard to just walk away like I didn’t care. Making my way on towards my husband’s office my mind turned the confusing situation over in my head. Her lusty flavor was still in my mouth and I hungered for more.

  That didn’t go as well as I hoped. I really am obsessed. Is she right – is this just a passing obsession? It feels more like a full on crush. She had taken me in hand more than any man I had ever known. I crave more of that feeling.

  When I reached the glass window of my husband’s corner office I froze. His secretary Janet was sitting on his desk in front of him stroking his hair, and her skirt was inappropriately hiked up over the knee giving him a view of her panties. A twinge of jealously nagged at me but anger drowned that out.

  I knew he was having an affair. I was just wrong about who he was having it with. It was that little hussy Janet all along.

  For some reason my anger was more directed at Melissa than Edward. She must have known, even after I accused her she kept the secret. I stormed back to her office, bursting through the door. I stomped to the phone and pressed the hang up button as she was in mid sentence.

  “What the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch?”

  “You knew when I accused you of sleeping with Ed that he was actually screwing Janet, didn’t you?” I scowled outraged.

  “We are business partners, of course I knew. He can’t hide something like that from me.”

  “And you didn’t bother telling me.”

  “Why would I tell you? I have no obligation to you – my obligation is to Ed. This isn’t a bake sale or block party bitch. This is a law firm and our livelihood depends on it. If Edward is bored with you, that isn’t my problem.”

  “You heartless bitch. I don’t know what I see in you. Do you even have the capability to love or is everything just laws, reputations, and your bank account. I came here because I needed to see you again. I’ve felt incomplete every since you walked out last night. Now I hope you grow old lonely because that is all you really deserve. I don’t like you…I hate you!”

  I turned and grabbed the door handle. She was out of her seat in a second and I felt her hand grab my wrist and squeeze if painfully.

  “Let me go, you are hurting me” I growled.

  She jerked my wrist spinning me around to face her, then leaned in closer and spoke in a very controlled tone.

  “Close-the-blinds-bitch.”

  My heart fluttered at her tone - and over the notion that she wanted privacy with me. I knew I was more upset at her rejecting me than not telling on Edward, but I didn’t let on that was how I felt.

  “Obviously I can’t trust you to be straight with me. Now let me go Melissa, you are hurting me.”

  She squeezed my wrist harder and I writhed under her hold. She began forcing me downward. I realized that lowering my body was the only way to get relief from her crushing grip and found myself kneeling down in front of her.

  “Ow, what do you want from me.”

  “Reach up and close the blinds bitch.”

  With my free hand I reached up and turned the lever closing the blinds to her office, uncertainty flooding my thoughts.

  “Now lock the door,” she added calmly.

  The stern authority of her tone made me secretly swoon as I pressed the lock on her door. We were back in our roles from the previous evening and I submissively looked up at her with affection, hoping she was having a change of heart.

  EXHAUSTED AND TESTED

  Melissa pulled me up to my feet not softening her grip
. I writhed again and she walked me over to a treadmill in the corner of her posh office.

  “Take off your heels and get on the treadmill” she scowled releasing my wrist.

  I had worn what I considered my best blouse skirt combo with the newest heels I owned. I wanted to impress her but she just leered at my outfit so I slung my heels off and stepped onto the treadmill.

  “So the little entitled housewife is serious about me eh? Prove it. You’re not allowed off this treadmill until I say so. If you try to get off it without permission I will never touch or speak to you again.”

  She switched on the machine and the treadmill whirred to life. Her finger hit the speed dial and turned it up until I was walking frantically. I gripped the handle and shuffled my feel trying to keep up. Melissa walked over to a dry erase board and grabbed a wooden pointer. She walked up behind me as I hustled to keep pace with the machine.

  “You will never wrongly accuse me again. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I still feel terrible about it. It will never happen again.”

  The sharp sound of the wooden pointer slicing through the air and smacking my ass filled the room. When it hit the sting made me jump and I had to walk twice as fast to make up the slack I had lost.

  “I am sorry…your majesty” I answered hoping that would remind her of my previous obedience.

  WACK!

  Another blow to my ass from the wooden stick made me grunt and the stinging pain shot straight into my temples.

  “I am so sorry your majesty. It’s just – I am falling in love with you.”

  “Drop the ‘your majesty’ bullshit. From now on you refer to me as ma’am.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  The abrupt pace of the treadmill was tiring me already and my breathing was becoming deeper. I’m just wasn’t used to working out.

  “You’re in poor shape Constance. You are weak and I don’t like weak women. Especially whiney weak housewives.”

  “I am sorry ma’am.”

  She reached over and turned the machine up higher. The treadmill sped faster and I hustled to keep up.

  WACK!

  WACK!

  Two more hard blows stung my ass so badly the pain radiated throughout my hips. I whimpered but refused to protest and the burn spread between my legs warming my submissive pussy. Perspiration began accumulating under my bra straps and the outfit I hoped to attract her with began to grow damp.

  “So you really think you are falling in love with me eh?”

  “Yes ma’am, I know I am.” I panted.

  “Why now - why me?”

  “Because you taught me what it really feels like to be taken in hand. I think you are the sexiest person I have ever met ma’am.”

  “I don’t believe I am more than a passing obsession to you. Admit that is a possibility.”

  “No ma’am.”

  WACK!

  “Ohw! Okay I admit it’s possible ma’am. But I feel like it’s more than that.”

  The last blow stung agonizingly. Melissa wasn’t holding back and my heart sunk when she shook her head, unconvinced by my words.

  “For the rest of the afternoon you name is ‘little cunt’. Is that alright with you?”

  “If that is what you want ma’am.”

  WACK!

  “What is your name?”

  “My name is little cunt ma’am.”

  “Check that – your name will be “useless little cunt.”

  No Melissa please believe my feelings are real.

  “Yes ma’am” I answered submissively.

  “Now, what are you really to me?”

  “Please Melissa, don’t think that about me.”

  WACK!

  “Ugh!”

  “How dare you refer to me by my name after I ordered you not to.”

  WACK!

  WACK!

  Oh fuck that stung!

  “Oh! I am so sorry ma’am” I replied with beads of sweat rising across my forehead.

  The pain in my ass began throbbing more with each step. I could feel welts rising under my panties but it was my heart that throbbed harder for her affection. I pined for her approval and nothing was going to stop me from trying to gain it.

  She reached over and turned the speed up to max and the tread mill whirred faster under my feet. I had to jog to keep pace and again she threatened to never speak to me if I fell off. I tried to loyally keep pace as my panties grew wet from sweat and began soaking through my skirt.

  “What are you to me?”

  “A useless, huh, little cunt, huh, ma’am” I stammered.

  I was panting regularly now and my body was quickly becoming fatigued.

  She is right, I am not in nearly as good of shape as she is. I don’t know how much longer I can stay on this thing, but if I fall I couldn’t bear it. Every time I look in her eyes I want to kiss her. I need to kiss her…

  “Take off your sweaty top” she demanded.

  I was afraid if I let go of the handgrips that I would slide right off the treadmill and groaned unsure how to begin.

  “Hurry up useless little cunt!”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  I released the grip and jogged in place trying to keep my balance. It was too hard to undo the buttons as I ran so after the first one I pulled the sticky top over my head, messing up my hair but succeeding.

  Once it was off I tossed it aside and grabbed the handgrips desperately. My tits bounced luridly under my drenched bra as I ran and I hoped she wasn’t finding me unattractive.

  “Now the skirt,” she ordered.

  “I can’t ma’am. Not while I am running.”

  “Typical useless little cunt. Fine.”

  She walked up behind me, unzipped my skirt and ripped it down. I struggled to get my legs out of it as fast as possible before tripping. My panties were also drenched with sweat and heated with desire making me feel dirty and inferior. I continued jogging in front of her in just my underwear, trying desperately to win her over.

  “Well, let’s see your inferior tits again. Lose the bra.”

  “Ya-yes ma’am” I panted.

  I unhooked the front and quickly got out of it without losing pace. For the first time she looked mildly impressed and hope surged within me.

  Is she starting to believe how real my feelings are? Oh fuck I hope so – I can’t run for much longer. But I am so proud she is giving me a chance.

  Melissa walked to her desk and pulled out two heavy duty black file clips. She walked back over to me and grabbed one of my bouncing tits as I ran.

  “Oh” I swooned, being sure to let her know how much I appreciated her touch.

  I pined for her so much that when she touched me it was electric and for a brief moment I forgot how exhausted I was becoming. She took the clip and fastened it to my nipple and I swooned again feeling owned by her. She did the same to my other nipple and both nipples began radiating a searing pain that I struggled to handle.

  The clips flapped wildly as I ran, stinging my nipples painfully with each step. I gritted my teeth and endured it for my beautiful obsession. That is when I realized she was holding a third clip.

  “Guess where this one goes my useless little cunt.”

  Oh no…

  “I don’t know ma’am.”

  She reached out and grabbed my clit right through my wet panties and fastened the clamp to it. A crushing sting immediately bolted through my hips and I struggled not to cry out too loudly.

  “Ahh! Ah - that too much for me ma’am.”

  “Just as I thought. You are a useless little cunt.”

  Something unexpected happened. My clit began swelling to full size as she berated me. I felt my juices accumulating and knew my pussy was drenching for her. The painful pressure of the clip hurt, but it also created a new sensation. Pain and pleasure wrested for control of my clit and I groaned with confusion as my pussy responded hungrily.

  “I’m sorry ma’am. I’m still here trying. I won’t quit on you
.”

  “Tell me useless cunt, after I left last night…you got yourself off didn’t you.”

  “Yes ma’am. I forced the table to fuck the cucumber into me until I climaxed.”

  A sheen of perspiration covered my body and sweat began dripping off my bangs. I was ashamed to be looking so unappealing in front of her. My nipples stung and my clit throbbed with a mixture of arousal and pain. Arousal in my wanton clit was pouting for victory over the pain and my legs began to feel like jello.

  Melissa reached her hand out, unclamped my aching clit and I sighed with gratitude. The relief of removing the clamp caused my clit to pulsate with desire for more attention. The pain in my engorged nub began muting until there was only lusty desire.

  I continued to jog. Melissa reached out and began rubbing my clit with two fingers right through my panties, filling me with both pride and passion. The sensation quickly made my legs shudder between steps. The idea of being touched by her was as thrilling as the touch itself. The desire to climax from her…for her grew strong.

  “How long can you keep up little cunt?”

  “I don’t know ma’am.”

  She continued rubbing and an orgasm began welling deep inside me. It gradually became harder and harder to keep up with the treadmill and I struggled to maintain my pace. My body was covered in sweat and exhaustion made each step more difficult but she continued her persistent clit massage.

  My legs are going limp. Please be strong Constance.

  “I can’t take it much longer ma’am. Please let me stop now.”

  “You’re a big girl and make your own choices. If you want to quit then quit. I am not turning this off or removing my hand before you either cum, fall, or quit. The only question you need to worry about is - which one will be it?”

  It won’t be ‘quit’.

  My exhaustion even started to mute the stinging pain in my nipples and I struggled to keep pace.

  “I want to please you ma’am. I won’t stop until you…”