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Helen’s Victory
“Come in and have a seat.”, said Helen as she escorted Ron into the partially smoke filled room. Lowering himself into the comfortable chair before her desk, he quietly watched as she went around the oak furniture, pulled out her leather seat, and placed her attractive ass down. As he gazed across the desk’s top, his eyes met hers while the brunette reached for the lighter before her and fired up, taking two puffs on the Marlboro when she finally exhaled, brushed her dark mane to the side, and ask, “ How many years have you been in this profession?”
“I’ve been working in this field for three years now, I used to be an accountant before I went into computers.”
Nodding her gothic head, Helen took another puff and remarked, “ So…, I guess you’ll have no problem with the system we use here.”
“ I don’t think so, from what I’ve already read, it’s got standard programming stored in its data banks.”
Raising her chin and leaning her sexy physique back against the chair, she said, “ I see you did some research on the place before sending a resume.”
Smiling, Ron replied, “ Yes ma’am, in fact, I did.”
“ Good, that’s what I like to hear.”
Happy that the interview was proceeding well, Ron ask some basic questions concerning salary and benefits when he finally heard, “ Ok, everything looks fine to me, can you start tomorrow morning?”
“ Yes I can, what time should I begin?”
“ Programmers start at eight.”
“ Ok, I’ll be here, thanks for the job.”
“ Oh, don’t thank me…, you’ll only work here as long as you’re productive.”
Smiling shyly, Ron said, “ Ofcourse, that goes without saying.”
Getting up, Helen moved away from the desk and moved toward the door followed by Ron. When the entrance was partially opened, Ron measured her off and ask, “ That’s a nice suit you’ve got, it’s tailor made, isn’t it?”
“ My…, how observant, you’re right; in fact, the material’s been imported from Italy.”
As he looked at the black skirt and jacket, his eyes went down to her footwear, causing him to say, “ Those look tailor made too.”
“ Right again; not to make myself sound rich, but they cost a bundle, over a thousand dollars.”
“ Good workmanship.”, said Ron as he took one last quick glance at the black leather stiletto boots.
“ Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”, said Helen as she pulled the entrance all the way open, allowing the man to step outside into the corridor.
“ Yes, I’ll be here.”, answered Ron.
After he got home, the man relaxed a bit before his wife arrived at six. Doing the usual husband and wife stuff the rest of the evening, they both eventually turned in.
The next morning, Ron got up, went through his morning routine, watched his wife leave for work at seven, and then got himself ready, finally going out to his car and driving to his new job.
Excited by the new employment and the money it would generate, he happily went into the building and walked down the hall to her office door. Knocking, he was met by, “ Come in, it’s open!”
As he entered and shut the door behind him, his eyes fell on the same lady, this time dressed in a dark blue skirt suit, but nevertheless wearing the same boots.
“ Good, you’re here, punctuality…, that’s what I like in a man.” When he stood by the desk, she lit up a cigarette, saying, “ Sit down.”
“ Thanks.”
“ Ok…, here’s what you gotta do.” Handing him a large envelope stuffed with papers, she continued, “ It’s all in there, those formulas have got to be put in program form so the lab can run its tests.”
Opening the envelope, he was met with over one hundred pages of advanced calculus, physics, and chemistry equations. Nodding his head, the guy said, “ Ok, I’ve dealt with all this before.”
“ Fine, so let me show you your work area.”
Getting up, the company’s president left her office, followed by Ron at her tail. As she walked down the hall, her boots echoed almost throughout the entire building as the stiletto spikes struck the tile. Watching her move, he was truly taken in by the woman’s radiance of confidence and authority, going with her seductive stature, presenting itself as a force of uncompromising will and intelligence.
Finally, she stopped before a door having fake wooden decor and opened it. Once inside, Ron was met by the sight of a small office about ten feet to a side. Looking around, he saw a desk, a bookshelf, and ofcourse, the most important thing, a computer terminal.
“ Well, how do you like it?”
“ It’s good, get to work alone.”
“ Oh yea, you’re a programmer, we want our programmers to be focused on the job.”
“ I like it.”
“ Ok, it’s all yours, but there’s one thing.”
“ What’s that?”
“ You can’t bring a radio or anything like that.”
“ I understand; I don’t like to listen to music when I work anyway.”
Smiling, Helen remarked, “ I know you saw a stereo in my office, but hey…, I‘m the boss here, it’s my privilege.”
Again, Ron replied, “ I understand.”
When the lady left and the door was closed, Ron got busy, doing everything necessary to write the perfect program, uploading the finished portions to the company’s main system.
A few weeks went by until one afternoon around two thirty, he heard a knock on his work room’s door. Getting up, he opened the entrance and was met by her dark eyes as she said, “ Follow me to my office, I wanna talk to you about something.”
As he strolled along behind the lady, he again took note of her exquisite boots in addition to her black suit, impressed as always with her air of superiority.
Inside the plush office, she told him to take a seat before her desk as she fired up, puffing away at the cigarette. Her ass now in the black leather seat, she leaned back, took another puff, and said, “ You know Ron…, you’re a unique kind of guy.” Going on, the lady remarked, “ You’re always here on time, you don’t bullshit with the other employees or gossip, and most of all, you do whatever I say and you do it right.”
“ Well…”, said Ron looking downward, “ I try to do a good job.”
“ And you definitely do.”, said Helen as she took another drag, speaking on, “ You know what you are?”
“ What?”
“ A machine, a submissive machine…, you’re not like everyone else always injecting their ego into everything and giving me trouble.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Ron replied, “ It’s what I am.”
“ No, no…, that’s good, that’s what I’m looking for in a man, I love men who simply do whatever I say without question.”
A little confused by her statement, he listened on as she said, “ Why don’t you stop by tonight at my place for dinner, I’ll give you the address.”
Leaning forward, the female executive grabbed a small notepad and wrote down the number and street. Finished, she tore off the paper and handed it to him, saying, “ Here.”
Slowly, the man took the thing from her as she leaned back, taking another puff.
Looking down at the address, Ron softly said, “ I’m really flattered by the offer but I just can’t.”
“ What do you mean, you can’t?”
“ I’m married.”
“ I know, it says so on your application.”, replied Helen.
“You’re asking me to betray my wife.”
While slowly nodding her head and exhaling, she ask, “ What’s her name?”
“ Karen.”
In a relaxed, yet assertive tone, Helen said, “ You kiss her ass, don’t you?”
Surprised, Ron ask, “ Pardon me?”
“ I said you kiss her ass, don’t you?”
Fumbling with words, the guy finally managed, “ Well…, ahh, she is kind of the boss in our relationship.”
“ Oh I’m sure of that.”, responded the brunette as she sucked on the white stick, speaking further, “ As I said before, you’re a submissive machine, I’m sure she’s got you running errands and doing all the house work, right…?”
Looking down again, he smiled and replied, “ Well…, yes.”
“ But that’s not what I’m taking about.”, stated the lady as she killed the cigarette and lit up another.
Asking softly so not to offend in the least, Ron inquired, “ What are you taking about?”
“ It’s like I ask…, you kiss her ass, don’t you?”
With a painful expression of embarrassment, the man put forth his question, “ You mean physically?”
“ Yea…, that’s right, you get down on your knees behind her and kiss away.”
For a moment, the room was filled with silence, when Ron finally spoke, “ Yea, I do.”
Nodding her head and smiling, Helen said to the quivering creature before her, “ Just like you wanna kiss my ass.”
“ I never said anything to you or anyone else.”
“ You don’t have to, I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not taking notice.”
Feeling defeat go through his veins, Ron stuttered away, “ Ahhh…, I do feel a great amount of respect for you, you’re quite impressive.”
“ I know you do, that’s why I want you, you’re just what I need, a slave to jump whenever I snap my fingers; and you’re a slave at heart, you’d be perfect for me…, I love to command, and you love to obey; what could be better in the world.”
Knowing that every word she uttered was true, Ron nevertheless responded, “ But I just can’t, it’s about Karen.”
While taking another puff, Helen just stared at him, saying nothing for over ninety seconds. During the time, he simply sat there and absorbed it, feeling as if some hypnotic force was taking hold. As the sound of traffic outside lightly invaded the room, Helen continued to probe him with her dark pupils until she slowly raised her chin, glanced toward the room’s center, and said, “ Get up and stand overthere behind the chair.”
Doing so, he found himself standing in the middle of her office, looking back at the mysterious and beautiful lady.
As she raised her frame from the seat, Helen slowly went over and stood directly in front of him, exhaling cigarette smoke right into his face. Due to the boot’s heels, her stature was almost an inch higher than his, causing her to look slightly downward while she continued to stare away at him. Finally, the brunette pointed at the floor with her index finger, saying, “ Get down on your back.”
“ What?”, ask Ron softly.
“ You heard, do as I say.”
Compliantly, the man went down, eventually looking up to her as her form loomed against the ceiling. With her left hand on her hip, Helen raised her right stiletto masterpiece and slowly lowered it to his chest, placing the leather toe an inch below his neck. Keeping her boot in place, she just stared down at him, again probing his eyes as the soft sound of the noises outside were allowed to return.
While he heard the hum of truck tires way off in the distance, he continued to feel the force of her gaze, going on and on, digging deeper and deeper. Removing the cigarette from her mouth, she exhaled, causing a gray cloud of smoke to rise above her and stroke the ceiling. The pseudo-hypnosis went on for another three minutes until Ron could no longer resist, feeling his whole body go numb as he raised his head and brought his lips to the boot’s toe, gently kissing the black leather.
Again, he kissed the noble footwear when he heard, “ That’s it, kiss away slave, you’re gonna be mine no matter what.” A second later, she removed her boot and returned to her desk, placing her rear into the seat. Content with her victory, Helen said, “ You’ve got the address…, be there at seven.”
As he got to his feet, he found himself saying only one thing, “ Yes ma’am.”
“ Good, now go back to work.”
After closing her door, Ron returned to his small office and finished the day.
When he got home, the man made up some false excuse, telling his wife he had something to do for the company in one of its other plants a few miles away.
At five till seven, Ron walked into the lobby of a condo complex, depressing the appropriate button. A second later, he heard her voice, “ Hello.”
“ Hi, it’s me Ron.”
“ Ok.”
After the elevator took him almost to the top of the building, the doors swung open and Ron stepped out into the hall, turned, and went down the corridor a few suites before he knocked upon one of the doors.
“ I’m glad you’re here.”, said Helen as she pulled the door all the way open, letting him in.
Once inside, the man was met with expensive elegance, filling the apartment from corner to corner. Pointing at the sofa, she smiled and said, “ Go throw your coat overthere.”
Wearing only his shirt, pants, and shoes, Ron stood next to the couch when she moved toward him, grinned, and gently sat herself down upon the cushion. Looking at her, he saw the same skirt he observed earlier that day at the office. The only difference was the absence of her black jacket, revealing her white blouse to its full. And ofcourse, she still had the boots on, shining away, displaying the full glory of leather!
With her usual air of confidence, Helen fired up and inhaled while tilting her head toward the kitchen area, saying, “ There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge together with some glasses in the cupboard, go fill one and bring it out to me.”
Thinking at first that she’d have something ready for him, he eventually realized that this was all part of her plan, reducing him to total servitude. Obeying, the man went to the kitchen, returning with the thing in hand. After taking it from him, the lady took a sip, lowered the glass to her thigh, and ask, “ Why are you just standing there like a fool?”
“ I…”
“ Get down on your knees.”
Doing so, he watched as she slowly raised one foot before him and said, “ Finish what you started at the office.”
“ Yes ma’am.”, was his response as masochism took hold, reducing him to a willing slave.
While she drank and smoked away, Ron kissed her boots, covering every spot of the black leather. Done with the first one, he continued with the second until she ask, “ When’s dinner gonna be ready, when can we eat?”
Looking in the kitchen’s direction, Ron said, “ But there’s nothing cooking.”
“ No shit; you didn’t think for a minute that I’ll be doing the cooking, that’s your job, now get your ass in there and make something good for us; everything you need is there.”
Upon his feet now, Ron ventured into the kitchen and got something ready while she reached over for her briefcase and finished up some work left over from the office.
The food ready, her ladyship got up and joined him in the kitchen, taking a seat opposite his.
“ Mmm…, that’s good.”, remarked Helen, “ Like I said, you’d make a good slave.”
“ I learned to cook at a restaurant I worked at years back when I was in highschool.”
“ You obviously learned well.”, said the lady as she chewed away.
All done, she returned to the livingroom as he obviously cleaned up. Finished, he ventured out and stood before the couch, looking down at the woman. With a fresh cigarette between her lips, Helen just stared at him for a few seconds until she stood up and looked directly at him, saying, “ So…, you didn’t answer my question.”
“ What question?”
“ The one I ask back at the office.”
“ Which one was that?”, inquired Ron with slight confusion.
“ You know, the one about wanting to kiss my ass.”
While staring into her powerful eyes, the man felt his heart rate go up as his legs weakened, causing him to sink to his knees. Smiling with triumph, the woman took a puff and said, “ Take it all off.”
Without hesitation, the guy removed his clothes, throwing his attire to one side of the couch afterward. Still on his knees, he looked up to her as she rotated her frame, turning herself around completely.
Moving her head back, she looked down at him, saying, “ This is what you’re gonna do everyday for the rest of your life, is that clear?”
“ Yes it is.”, said Ron as he watched her lower her skirt and step over the black fabric, pushing it to the side. Her blouse off now, Helen removed her bra and finally did a panty peal right before his eyes, sliding the underwear right off.
Before his face was the perfect female behind! Its two halves rounded without fault as its crack began at her tale bone and ended between her legs.
As his hands shook, Ron gently took hold of both her legs and pressed his lips against her right cheek, giving its smooth surface the longest kiss he’d ever given anyone or anything before in his life. After he kissed her ass a second time, he heard himself say, “ Oh Ms. Helen, I respect you, you don’t know how much I look up to you!”
Her head rotated back, she took another puff and said, “ That’s perfect, I like that, keep going, kiss…, kiss…, kiss my ass…!”
“ Oh ma’am, you’re my superior!”, moaned the guy while increasing the rate at which his lips pulsated against her butt.
Smiling, she kept looking down at him, saying over and over, “ Kiss my ass, kiss my ass, that’s right slave, kiss my ass…!”
Finished with the cigarette, she bent forward and killed it in an ashtray on the livingroom table. Standing straight again, the booted lady slowly knelt upon the sofa’s cushion as she took hold of the back rest, rotated her head, and said to her subordinate, “ Lick my asshole, do it, I wanna feel your tongue on my shithole!”
“ Yes ma’am.”, replied Ron as his mouth watered and he eagerly stuck his tongue up her ass crack, licking away with enthusiasm.
Finally, after a whole hour of licking and kissing her rear, she ask, “ So what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you leave this place today?”
Falling back, Ron just sat there, reached for his cock, and began playing with himself, saying, “ I’m gonna divorce my wife and move in here with you!” As he continued to jack off, the man added, “ You’re the ultimate reason why I exist, you’re the boss, I’m here to serve and obey you, I’m low and worthless; I’m lower than a pile of your noble shit!”
Bathing in conceit, Helen once again got her way.
The End
Copyright 2000
by Frank K. Kovac(FK Publications)
