Femdom Stories – Control, Submission & Real Dominance

Strict Office Visit – A Femdom Story of Control and Submission

This is a purely fictional Femdom story. Any resemblance to real persons is unintended. I would also like to point out here that all BDSM play should take place between consenting adults of their own free will. A trusting relationship based on mutual respect is the foundation for a long-term dynamic in this context.

“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Director!” says the young secretary, wringing her hands in despair. “The lady simply refused to be stopped. I clearly told her that you did not wish to be disturbed, Mr. Director, but…”
“That’s quite all right, Miss Wendt, quite all right,” the director replies soothingly, standing up in surprise and embarrassment as though he had been caught stealing apples like a naughty schoolboy.
Before him stands a breathtakingly attractive, slender woman in her early thirties, dressed in an elegant pinstripe suit. Her long black hair is pulled back tightly into a ponytail. A wicked smile flickers across her red-painted lips, and she arches one eyebrow. Appraisingly, she studies the director behind his large, heavy desk made of dark wood. He is in his late fifties, with a gray fringe of hair around his bald head, wearing a gray suit and blue tie.

Her gaze wanders around the room. The office is about 60 square meters in size and furnished in a modern style. Beside the desk stands a black leather sofa. Black metal filing cabinets, modern art on the walls, and a huge panoramic window offer a magnificent view over Frankfurt am Main. The designer clock on the wall shows 3:31 p.m.

“That will be all, Miss Wendt” – a Femdom Story by Lady Sas

“That will be all, Miss Wendt. You… yes… you may… well, go now. Please!” the director stammers, and the brunette secretary is deeply surprised, for she has never seen the director so unsure of himself. Who could this lady be, strolling in without an appointment or announcement, without being thrown out by security?
“As you wish, Mr. Director,” the secretary replies sharply and clicks back into the outer office on her heels.
“The door!” the director calls after her. “Miss Wendt! The door. Please!”
A little too loudly and with a touch of irritation, Miss Wendt pulls the door shut behind her. What a pity. She would have loved to find out what the two of them had to discuss and what sort of relationship existed between them. Speaking of relationships… but no, that could not be. Director Löschmeier has been happily married for over thirty years. What an absurd thought.

The moment the door clicks shut, a sharp command lashes through the room. Not loud, but firm and decisive, the beautiful stranger says: “Heel!”
Director Löschmeier hesitates. Uncertainly, he braces himself against the desk. His lips tremble. “But not here in the office! Please!” he hisses softly in a pleading tone. “What will my secretary…”
“Heel!” the command cuts through the office again, even sharper this time. Instantly, Director Löschmeier drops to his knees and hurries toward the lady on all fours like a well-trained little dog.
“Yes, Mistress Laura,” he says submissively and begins to lick her black leather high heels clean. Devotedly and eagerly, his tongue moves over the elegant footwear of his mistress. Anyone watching him would have no doubt that he enjoys it immensely. Displeased, the woman grabs his tie and yanks him upward. A resounding slap sends his face snapping to the side.

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Femdom Story “Strict Office Visit”: “Must everything be said to you twice, Slave 47?”

“Must everything be said to you twice, Slave 47?” the woman scolds him from above.
“Please forgive me, Mistress. I… I… I was just so surprised to see you here…”
“Do not give speeches,” the lady cuts him off. She strides over to the sofa and takes a seat, crossing her beautiful slender legs. To his delight, the director notices black garters flash beneath the hem of her skirt. “Undress and crawl over here,” the woman orders curtly. Her tone makes it clear that she is used to getting whatever she wants. Quickly, Löschmeier slips out of his clothes and folds them neatly on top of his briefcase lying on the floor beside the desk.
“Will you hurry up?” Mistress Laura snaps.
At once, the director crawls in front of the sofa, kneels before his mistress, and assumes the slave position: legs slightly spread, back straight, gaze lowered submissively, hands resting on his thighs with palms turned upward.

Mistress Laura takes a black collar out of her elegant handbag

Mistress Laura takes a black collar out of her elegant handbag and fastens it around the man’s neck. She rises, straightens her suit, and plants her hands confidently on her hips. The tension between them seems unbearable. Guiltily, the director lowers his gaze, and it even seems as though he is trembling a little.

“You ungrateful slave!” says Mistress Laura angrily, and a barrage of hard slaps rains down on the man from left and right.
Again and again she strikes him across the face.
It seems as though she really needs to vent her anger.
“So you actually dared to cancel an appointment with me? The fine gentleman slave does not even think it necessary to call! No, he sends me an email. Can you imagine such a thing?!”
An especially hard slap cracks against the director’s cheek.
“I… I am so sorry, Mistress Laura!” the slave begs.
“I am so sorry, Mistress Laura,” the mistress mocks him scornfully.
“I have an important meeting tonight, please understand, Madame.”
“The only thing I understand is that you seem to have forgotten who you are,” Mistress Laura explains, then delivers a forceful kick to his groin so that he cries out loudly, collapses to the floor, and writhes like a worm.

“Oh… oh… I am terribly sorry…”

“Mr. Director! Has something happened?” the secretary calls out in alarm as she bursts through the door. “You screamed… oh…”
The young woman stops dead in her tracks and stares at her boss, naked on the floor before the beautiful, elegant lady, clutching his groin and writhing in pain.
“Oh… oh… I am terribly sorry… I really did not mean to…,” the secretary says awkwardly and turns to leave.
“Oh, stay right there,” Mistress Laura says, laughing with amusement and gesturing invitingly toward the sofa.
“It is high time you learned your boss’s true face.”
Hesitant, uncertain, but curious, Miss Wendt sits down on the sofa.
“And do not play games with me! Back into position, Slave 47!” Mistress Laura commands.
Red-faced, the man returns to the basic position.
“The director has a taste for sadomasochism and fetish games,” Mistress Laura explains to her as she sits beside her.
“Suck on my heel, slave,” she orders sternly, crossing her legs.
“Yes, he is embarrassed, but he simply cannot resist my high heels,” Mistress Laura comments as Slave 47 actually bends down and takes the heel into his mouth.
“Clean it nicely with your tongue! Yes! Good boy. Take it nice and deep.”
“What… what is happening here?” Miss Wendt wonders, nervously blowing a brunette strand of hair out of her face. What does all of this mean? And why does it suddenly feel so hot in this room?

Femdom Story “Strict Office Visit”: Slave 47 dared to…

“Slave 47 dared to cancel his audience with me tonight. Naturally, I cannot let such insolence pass. Now you see what happens, slave. If you do not come to me, then I will come to you.” She laughs and shoos him away with her shoe. “That is enough. Better greet my new friend… I am Laura, what is your name?”
“Jessica. My name is Jessica,” the secretary replies, stunned.
“Well then! Greet Lady Jessica, Slave 47.”
“Please, Mistress Laura,” Slave 47 whispers. “She is my secretary.”
“Well, not anymore!” Mistress Laura exclaims triumphantly. “Now she is Lady Jessica. So greet the lady! At once!”
She seizes the slave by his collar and presses him angrily down onto Jessica’s pumps.
Startled, the young woman flinches and quickly pulls her foot away.
“Do not worry, my dear. This is simply his way of submitting to you and worshipping you.”

Hesitantly, Lady Jessica places her foot back in front of him and watches in fascination as Mr. Director… no, as Slave 47 kisses and licks her pumps.
“Does he do all this willingly?” the young woman asks curiously.
“Yes, absolutely. He loves it!” Mistress Laura explains, then turns sternly to Slave 47 and says:
“From now on, you will greet Lady Jessica like this every morning. You will serve her coffee and first give her a thorough foot massage. Only then may you begin your work.”
Lady Jessica looks at Mistress Laura with wide eyes.
“Really?”
“Of course! From now on, Lady Jessica will personally make sure that every appointment with me is kept exactly as agreed.”
“Naturally, with pleasure,” Lady Jessica smiles.
“And if you think that was all, my dear, then you are very much mistaken. No, Slave 47, we are only just beginning.”
With those words, she pulls a pink CB 6000 chastity device out of her handbag.
Slave 47 swallows hard. One thing is now perfectly clear to him: he will never, ever, ever question an appointment with Mistress Laura again.

(C) by Lady Sas
I am happy to allow this Femdom story to be shared and reprinted, but only if I am credited as the author and my website https://lady-sas.com is named.