It’s a Dog’s Day For Female Domination

Nikky Thorn woke up feeling very frustrated. It had not been a good week so far, and she had no reason to expect today to be any better.

First, her boss was out of town for two weeks so in the interim she had to answer to her boss’s boss, a dweeb named Stanley that she would never give the time of day to under ordinary circumstances. Stanley was a skinny guy and if there was one kind of person Nikky just couldn’t take seriously, it was a skinny guy. Especially a sawed-off little prick like Stanley. Unfortunately, the pathetic little dweeb was the vice president of the company so Nikky had no choice but to answer to him and treat him respectfully at work. She had to suffer his pathetic attempts to pretend like he actually had a clue what kind of work her research department was doing and she had to act like his suggestions had any merit at all. He had no idea that every time he dragged his sniveling skinny ass back out of her office, she spent several minutes deep in fantasy about the female domination he obviously needed and all the ways she could give it to him.

One favorite fantasy Nikki relished repeatedly when Stanley was spending an inordinate amount of time in her office droning on and on about stupid crap. She imagined herself quickly reaching up and grabbing his necktie (which was always some completely drab color) and yanking it hard, making Stanley to bend his scrawny ass over so from the waist up, he was laying across her desk. She had even gone so far as to buy a hook to one day attach under her desk so that she could use it to catch his tie. He wouldn’t be able to get up again until she released him. Once caught, she’d pull all the blinds up so everyone in the office could get a good look at the BDSM show. Hell, maybe she’d even sell tickets for the event! “Watch the Office Dweeb get the humiliating spanking he deserves!” Maybe other women in the office would pay extra to take a whack at him themselves!

Nikki would strip his pants and undies down right in front of everyone so they could see how skinny his ass really was. For some reason every time she thought about this part, she pictured him wearing panties and she wouldn’t be half surprised to find out that he actually did wear them. She also wouldn’t be surprised to find out that the experience of having his pants yanked down and his scrawny ass spanked right there in front of all his employees didn’t end up turning him on. But getting an erection over his beating would only make his humiliation that much greater, so the thought didn’t bother her much. She sure wasn’t into the thought of giving him pleasure. Oh no, just a good long dose of female domination.

Funny thing was, she wasn’t always so hardcore femdom. No, it was mostly these skinny guys that brought it out in her. It was like they weren’t really men, but they also didn’t deserve her respect the way women did. There was just something about these scrawny guys that made her want to dominate them and humiliate them until the very act of doing it had her so turned on she was breathing hard and dripping wet. Then maybe, she would let them give her pleasure, but only on her terms.

She knew she’d never let Stanley do that for her. No, if she got turned on while spanking his ass until it was red, she’d stand in front of him and make him watch while she fucked herself hard with the thick dildo she always kept in her desk for those moments when she needed it. She’d stroke herself and pump that thing into her snatch until she came at least twice. Out of sight of everyone else, of course, They could see his hardon – well, if he actually HAD a dick, that is – but they wouldn’t be getting their eyes filled with her. She needed to be able to face them afterward. She didn’t give a damn if Stanley could or not.

Oh well, it was a great fantasy, and certainly not the only one she’d had over the last week or so, but Nikki liked her job too much to actually do it. Stanley was damned lucky in that regard. But no matter how much fun the fantasies were, it really was time for her to get up and get ready to go. Her assistant had told her the limo would be here at 10:30 AM to take her to the airport. She was flying to Chicago for the day to rendezvous with one of their research facilities there. Nikki hated to fly. It rated right up next to getting a tooth canal in her world. But with her boss out of town, she’d resigned herself to doing it. She was the only one who could, after all.

After her shower, Nikki was still feeling out of sorts and edgy but she gathered her bags and headed downstairs for a quick bite to eat. She was halfway through her bowl of oatmeal when her assistant called to inform her that the meeting had been delayed several hours. However, Nikki would now be flying to Chicago in the company jet. Unfortunately, the limo would still be picking her up at the same time, Nikki was welcome to relax in the jet until take off. This of course, had all been arranged by Stanley, skinny-assed vice president extraordinaire!

Nikki grumbled her understanding and thanked her assistant. The company jet was certainly an improvement – even over flying first class. The prospect of twiddling her thumbs for several hours though did nothing to improve Nikki’s mood. She hurried through her oatmeal, one eye on the clock, annoyed that she couldn’t spend the extra time alone at home, relaxing. As if on cue, the doorbell rang. “That will be the limo,” she muttered as she ran water to rinse out her bowl.

The driver rang the doorbell four times in rapid succession, annoying Nikki even more. “I’m coming!” she yelled impatiently as she hurried to the door. She opened it and found herself looking directly into the scrawny face of a skinny man in a dark blue limo driver suit. Oh my gawd, were they taking over the world?

Regaining her composure, Nikki said, “My luggage is right over there.” She pointed at the two suitcases she’d packed for her overnight trip. After all, she didn’t know what she might be in the mood to wear. She never went anywhere without certain favorite items because she never knew who she might meet. She noted with amusement that the underweight driver looked a little dismayed when he saw how large one of the suitcases were. He picked them up and carried them out the door, obviously straining.

As they walked across the courtyard, something in Nikki just snapped. “You’re just the kind of guy that needs a good dose of female domination, aren’t you?” she boldly asked the limo driver.

He stopped, looking visibly relieved to set the luggage down, and said, “Excuse me?”

“Don’t say ‘excuse me’ to me like you didn’t hear me,” Nikki said undeniably as she walked up to him. “Admit it, you’d just love it if I made you strip off all your clothes right now and showed you exactly who is in charge.”

“You’re making me a little uncomfortable, miss” the skinny man said, taking two steps back.

Nikki could see that she was right. He was a little scared but somehow she knew he would do whatever she told him to do in that moment. Suddenly she knew exactly how she wanted to spend the extra time before her flight. “Do it,” she told him. “Strip all your clothes off. Right now.”

She watched while he quickly took everything off, then made him undress her too. She wouldn’t let him look at her but she put him through his paces, telling him to drag her luggage around naked, covering his head with her clothes, pressing his face down in the dirt, and making him taste an old pair of shoes. He was so willing and obedient, Nikki finally started calling him her pathetic little stray doggy. In no time, she was dripping wet and royally turned on!

“Any good doggy, no matter how pathetic, knows how to lick,” she told the scrawny man. “Lay down on your back!”

Obediently, he lay down, looking up expectantly. Nikki sat down on him, long legs straddling his face, and said, “Lick little doggy!”

The doggy licked long and faithfully until Nikki has her fill, climaxing repeatedly until the skinny doggy’s mouth and neck were covered in her juices. When she was satisfied, she gathered her clothing and headed back inside to the shower, leaving the doggy right where all doggies belong – outside waiting for their mistresses.