The Officeboy part 3

He hesitated then nodded. He started to stand then mumbled “yes Mistress.” Allie slapped him across the face hard enough to leave a hand print across his cheek. He slumped back into his chair and looking stunned.

“You do not have the right to refer to me as Mistress. You will call me ma’am or Alexandra, understood?’ Brent just nodded. “What are you waiting for then, get that coffee made.” She turned her back on him as he moved to obey and made a few notes on the security logs.

She intentionally ignored him as he stumbled around the kitchen area, focusing her attention on each camera view in turn and then jotting notes on each. The logs would be especially detailed tonight if she kept this up.

He finally brought her a mug of coffee and she motioned for him to sit on the desk while she finished a note. Then picked it up and took a sip. Black, of course. She sighed and looked at him. “Brent, how do I take my coffee?” He shifted his weight from foot to foot and looked down, shaking his head. She sighed. “We have been working together almost a year.”

She handed him back the mug. There’s some heavy cream in the fridge. Pour in about a tablespoonful and don’t stir it.” Brent took the coffee, looking relieved, and hurried back to get the cream.

As she watched him carry the coffee across the room Allie had a moment of doubt wondering what she would do with him the rest of the night. Her thoughts were interrupted by him tripping over his own feet as he reached her and splashing coffee over the toe of her boot.

She took the drink from him, wiping edge of the mug with a finger then sucking the finger clean while she glared at him. “Don’t just stand there get down and lick that mess off of my boot.” He hesitated and she held the glare until he fell on his knees and began rapidly lapping at the drops of coffee.

Setting her drink on the desk, Allie swiveled her chair an settled the other boot on the back of Brent’s neck. He froze. “Take your time and do it right.” He slowly ran his tongue over the leather peaking up at her as he did to read her face. She left her foot on his neck but let him continue until every trace of coffee was gone. Finally she lifted her foot away and rubbed the toe on the back of his jeans to dry it and rested both feet on his back while she finished her drink.

She smiled to herself as she watched him crouch beneath her feet. This was more fun than she had expected. She pressed the heel treads hard into his back feeling a rush of satisfaction as he grunted in surprise, then turned to take some more notes. If Brent got any ideas it wouldn’t hurt a bit for most of the log to be in her hand writing.

A buzzer interrupted her writing and she noted the delivery truck pulling up right on time. She pressed the button to open the gate then called down to the loading dock to let them know the first shipment had arrived. Finally she turned her attention back to her foot rest, lifting her feet off of his back.

“Alright, Brent, you can get me a refill and then you can clean up the bathroom. Its been more than long enough since it’s been done.” Brent scowled a little at her words but stood with out replying and took her cup. Allie’s eyes wandered down and she chucked as she noted the obvious bulge in his jeans. Brent turned quickly away but not before she noticed his cheeks flush. She smiled to herself and turned back to her work.

When he came back, really scowling now, from the bathroom Allie set him to cleaning out the file cabinet. His scowl deepened as the night progressed but he worked without a word. She ignored him other then the occasional direction and another coffee refill, which he did manage to keep in the cup.

He did look relieved when she finally had him empty and clean out the coffee pot in preparation to leave. He finished that last chore quickly then picked up his bag. “Hold on just a minute, Brent, I have something for you.” He looked at her questioningly as she moved to her own bag and brought out a small box. She stared back. “Drop your pants.”

“What the hell?” He looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

“Now, Brent.” Her gaze didn’t move from his face. He slowly undid the jeans and awkwardly pushed them down his legs to expose his red boxer briefs. “The shorts too.” He didn’t even argue this time just pushed them down around his ankles with the jeans.

She opened the box and pulled out what looked like a metal seed pod with one side a ribbed cage. “Meet your new friend Skeletor.” She grinned and Brent shivered. “Oh I see you are familiar with the device… You should be, as you have supposedly been wearing one for a week.” She nodded in the direction of the pile of chat logs she’d showed him earlier in the day and Brent ducked his head. She turned her attention back to him. “Clasp your hands behind your back and spread your legs!” She barked the order at him and this time he obeyed almost automatically.

Allie hesitated for a moment when she realized that she would probably need some lube to get the little cage in place, then remembered the first aid kit. Opening it she found a couple packets of three in one ointment and squeezed the contents into her palm, then reached down grasp Brent’s balls firmly, taking satisfaction in the little gasp he let escape.

Using the lube she worked them through the hole in one end of the pod then pressing his penis through on top of them and fastening a Velcro strap over the top before closing the cage. She pulled an allen wrench from her pocket and fastened the cage in place and then a small padlock to make sure it was secure.

Dropping the cage she stood and walked to the sink to wash her hands then turned and realized he was still standing there. “Pull up your pants and go home.” She began gathering her own things. “If I see you here tomorrow I’ll know you want to continue our agreement. If not, have fun with Skeletor.” He flushed bright red this time, grabbed his bags and left the control room.

When Allie left a few minutes later Carl, one of the daytime security crew stopped her. “Is everything ok with you and Brent?”

“Sure, why?”

“Well he left in a huff and I couldn’t help but notice the bruise on his face.”

Allie nodded. “Well you know Brent. He really thinks he’s a ladies man, but I had a talk with him and, well he’s a little miffed but I don’t think we’ll have a problem.”

Carl still looked a little concerned but nodded as well. “Tell you what if he gives you any more trouble for you let me know, ok?”

She smiled. “Thanks Carl. I will.”

The Office Boy part 2

The next day Allie dressed in her full security uniform even though it wasn't technically required for the monitor room. She smiled to herself as she laced up the black steel toed boots and tied them. She stood and slid her black jacket over the gray button down shirt.

Allie walked across the room to the printer and scooped up a pile of papers from the tray. She leaned down and removed a disk from the tower and slipped it into a paper jacket before placing it into the wall safe with other important papers.

Thirty minute later Allie lounged in her chair in front of the security monitors. Brent was late again. Not surprising. Allie frowned as she wondered if he'd try calling in sick again. Of course if he did she could make it that much more interesting. Allie's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock.

Brent shouldered his way through the door and dumped a book back on the floor. "Hey, Al." He said, then noticed her uniform. "Did I miss a meeting announcement or something, why didn't you call me?" Without waiting for an answer Brent started across the room for the kitchen area. "How come you didn't make coffee, are we out already?"

Allie kicked the other desk chair into Brent's path and straightened up in her own chair. "Sit, Brent." she said, an icy expression on her face.

Brent hesitated, "look, Al, I'm really sorry you got stuck on your own last night but I..."

Allie slammed the sheaf of papers down on his side of the desk. "Shut up and sit" she said, her voice gone low and deadly.

Brent slid into his chair and reached for the papers. His face went white and then red as he saw the chat logs and browser history files. "What the hell." He stammered, looking back up at her. "You had no right..."

Her gaze never left his face as she interrupted him. "You have been a bad boy." She said. She winced inwardly as the cliche grated on her ears but it had the desired effect.

Brent sat in his chair, speechless for once. The papers in his hand trembled.

"Yes, I have been in your laptop." She continued voice still low. "Godsgift, really, Brent. Well last night while you were in bed with your latest girl guess who was really fucked."

Brent made a move to answer but Allie cut him off again. "No, I'm not finished, and you do not have permission to speak. You see you have two choices, you can do exactly as you are told, as I tell you, or you can walk out of here now and not look back." She paused then went on, "well I suppose you have one more choice. You could complain to Roberts. However should you do that I have a copy of all of those pages in a safe place, and my own visit with Roberts will just be the start..."

Brent stared at her. “So what do you want, money? Is that what this is about?”

Allie laughed. “No, Brent, you are not going to get off that easily. I’m going to let you live out your little fantasy. If you stay here it will be as my servant. You can start by getting my coffee.”

Comfort

This one isn't related to my other stories, just a little piece I wrote as part of a writing exercise.

Brian shifted on the thin mat, the bars of the cage starting to dig into his hip. He stretched his 5'9" frame as best he could in the cages five and a half foot length and then sat up cross legged, the top of his head pressed just a little against the upper bars.

Peering out into the darkness Brian wondered just how long he had been here. He narrowed his eyes and studied the area where he thought the window was. Was that a narrow band of light showing near the top?

He stretched out again, on his stomach this time and felt along the bars of the cage until he found the water bottle. Wrapping his lips around the metal straw he took a few careful sips. There was no way to know how much water was left, or when, or if he would be allowed out for the restroom.

The room was cool but not cold and he could here the click click click of the clock on the wall. He lay his head on his arms and concentrated trying to hear what was going on beyond the closed door. For a moment he thought he heard the tapping of her heels on the hardwood floor but then realized it was only the hypnotic rhythm of the clock. With a sigh Brian lay his head on arms and let ticking lull him to sleep.

Brian woke some time later to the insistant fullness of his bladder. He shifted again trying to get more comfortable. His throat was dry but he didn't dare take another drink. He ran his fingers over the bars, counting them again, eighteen along each side and eight on each end.

He tried to think of something, anything else, but it was like trying not to think of pink elephants. Frustrated he searched the cage again, his fingers combing every inch but finding only the mat on the floor and the bottle wired to one side. He wondered for a moment if he could get the lid off of the water bottle but gave that idea up when he realized he had no way of righting it.

The clocks ticking taunted him and he shifted and tried to sleep again but wasn’t able to this time. After what seemed like forever his discomfort growing with each breath he began to wonder just how much a puddle on the floor would cost him.

Finally when he began to think he couldn’t wait any longer, the door to the room opened and closed behind him. He heard the sound of her heels tapping across the floor and the cage door was opened and something tossed in, bouncing off of his crossed legs. Then the sound of her heels retreating and he turned straining for a glimpse of her. He was rewarded as the meager light from the next room momentarily silhouetted her long legs, then without a word she pulled the door shut behind her.

Brian ran his fingers over the object on the cage floor. He laughed out loud when he realized what it was, a plastic bottle lid and all. Moments later, very much relieved he curled up as best he could and went back to sleep.

The next time he woke the curtains were opened and soft evening light filled the room. Brian rolled over and looked around. The cage door was open. He crawled to it, then paused, stroking the bars on either side. Finally with a sigh he wriggled through, leaving the comfort of its steel walls. Time to face the world again.

The Officeboy part 1

Allie let herself into the security office, looked around and sighed. Brent had promised to come in early today and set up for the night but once again here she was alone. She called the front desk to let them know she was in and turned on the six monitors along one wall, checking each to make sure it was recording on all cameras and logging the test in the matching log book, then moved across the room to start some coffee.

Just as Allie was filling the pot the phone ran. She hit the on switch and picked up the phone.

"Hey Al, sorry I know it was my night for early but I'm really sick, stomach bug, really sorry, but I don't think you want me there."

Allie sighed. "Alright Brent, have you called Roberts."

"Oh yeah, can you do that for me, please Al? I'll do early all next week if you do, I swear."

Allie started to answer but Brent cut in.

"Thanks, I really have to go, you know..."

As he hung up Allie heard a feminine giggle in the background. Growling to herself she called the boss to let him know Brent wouldn't be in, telling him Brent was sick though she was tempted to tell him what she really thought.

With another sigh Allie poured herself a cup of coffee and added some cream. Then as she sat down in front of the monitors she noticed that Brent had left his laptop.

She looked at it for a minute and then slid her chair down and took the laptop out of its case and powered it up. Damn, passworded... She looked at it a minute considering and then, what the hell. Placing her fingers on the keys she typed in "god." The little window popped up with the "have you forgotten your password." She started to move away then, with a little grin to herself typed in "godsgift." The computer began opening the desktop.

Allie made a few notes on the camera log and then rolled her chair over in front of the laptop and opened the browser. She shook her head as a click of the history icon brought up a full list.

"Not very careful are you, Brent." she mumbled to herself a wicked little grin starting to form. "And not been studying so hard after all."

Allie's grin got bigger as she clicked through page after page FemDom related stories and porn. Bit by bit she sifted through every part of his computer. By the end of the shift she knew just what she was going to do.

Red Velvet Part 3

Scarlette pulled on the leash once again.

"Come Jeremy, on your feet, we can't stay out here all night."

Jeremy stumbled to his feet, his mind nearly as numb as his body. He was standing before he remembered to answer her with a stuttered, Yes ma'am.

Scarlette dragged her thumb nail over his cold hardened nipples and Jeremy arched his back, yelping with the sting and surprise. She just smiled and turned, leading him quickly up the steps to the wide porch and then through the heavy oak door and into the flagstone lined hallway beyond.

The warmth of the house surrounded Jeremy, waking up the nerves the cold had numbed. He shivered now more than he had outside, his skin red and burning as he followed Scarlette down the flagstone hall and into a large room. A fireplace burned at one end and several candles gave it its only light.

Scarlette stopped in front of a couch near the fireplace. She unclipped the leash from his collar and tapped a rug in front of the couch with the toe of her boot. "Kneel right here, little one." She said.

Jeremy settled quickly his legs trembling as it was. The heat from the fireplace warmed his skin even faster and he let out an involuntary whimper. Scarlette smiled down at him as she settled into the soft suede of the couch.

"Burns, doesn't it?"

Jeremy looked up to here and whispered, "yes ma'am." His face went a darker red suddenly aware again of his lack of clothing. He flinched slightly and struggled to keep his eyes on hers, even as he pulled his thighs closer together.

Scarlette caught the movement and slipped her boot quickly between his legs pressing them apart again as he gasped, dropping his eyes to her foot before looking to her again. Scarlett rested her other foot against his thigh pressing it further open. Jeremy flinched again but managed not to pull his legs back together. He could feel his face burning as he looked up to her.

There was a long leather strap on the side table and Scarlett picked it up now and folded it over with a snap. Jeremy sat very still his throat going dry as he watched. She reached down and dragged the raw edges of the strap over the still sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs. Jeremy gasped breathing faster, the blush creeping down over his chest as he felt himself growing hard at the touch.

Scarlette smiled down at him and pulled her feet back, running the smooth face of the strap over his skin.

"Kneel up high and clasp your hands behind your back." she said.

Jeremy hurried to comply, feeling the leather stroking over his thighs as he kneeled up then tapping against his balls as she said "a little higher now, and keep those legs apart."

Jeremy nodded and whispered "yes Ma'am." He bit his lip in a mixture of anticipation and fear as he struggled to keep his eyes open and on her. He arched a little higher as she rubbed the leather against his now hard shaft.

She stood and walked around him, draping the strap over his shoulder as she purred into his ear. "Does the leather excite you little one?"

"Yes Ma'am," he whispered.

Scarlette ran her hands down Jeremy's arms them behind his back then picked up a pair of quick cuffs and slipped them over his wrists, jerking them tight.

Jeremy jerked reflexively against the cuffs and felt almost relieved as they held. He held his body erect, struggling to keep still even as Scarlett picked up the strap again and folded it before bringing it down sharply on the inside of his thigh. He gasped then gave a little moan that turned into a whimper as she brought the strap down on the other side.

Jeremy's mind swirled as Scarlett took her time working her way down each thigh and then back up again, turning the skin from pink to red and then darker still. He was vaguely aware of the velvet of her dress pressed against his back and the sound of her voice, distant, teasing, yet somehow comforting. Then there was the bite of the strap again and again and his own voice if voice was the right word for the sounds he made, distant, and then fading as he drifted, life melding into one sensation.

Scarlett finally laid aside the strap and ran her hands over his shoulders and down his sides, letting him lean against her as he trembled. She leaned down to lap at a tear that drifted down his cheek and he whimpered softly slowly becoming aware again of her presence, her voice soft in his ear.

"Such a good boy," she whispered, "and look how excited."

Her fingers traced over his erection and he blushed even as he pushed into them. She Knelt behind him her thighs pressed against his trembling back and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He moaned and thrust into them before stopping suddenly.

"Please." he whimpered.

She purred into his ear "thats it little one, move those hips for me."

Jeremy moaned and pushed between her fingers as she stroked his precum back over the shaft. His need for release quickly coming to odds with his need to please he gasped and whimpered, struggling to hold back for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally he heard her soft voice again as she ordered him to cum and he ceased to resist that urge, groaning gutterally as he came almost instantly over her fingers.

Scarlett waited a moment as his body shook then brought her fingers to his lips. She laughed softly as he hesitated.

"This won't be the first time you've tasted your own cum, will it Jeremy?"

His cheeks colored as he shook his head and whispered "no Ma'am." He ran his tongue over her fingers then softly suckled at each one cleaning away the stickieness even as he looked to her for approval.

Scarlett smiled down at him. "Good boy." She said, and he blushed again. She laughed again. "Ah, now you blush, hmm?" His cheeks colored darker and she just smiled, then reached to undo the cuffs. She wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and guided him up onto the couch. Settling down beside him she took his head in her lap and softly stroked his hair.

"You have done very well tonight, Jeremy." She said. "I'm so pleased with you."

Jeremy sighed softly, his mind and body finally fully relaxing, and curled his body in closer to hers.

Red Velvet part 2

Scarlette slipped her arm back from his shoulders and let her hand rest just above his knee. Jeremy shivered slightly and looked up to her.



"It will be a bit of a ride." She said giving him a reassuring little smile. "I have a fairly large estate and it is well past the city limits. So we may as well take the time to continue our conversation until we get there."



Jeremy smiled back, then blushed slightly as he tried to come up with something to say, but Scarlette continued to speak, not letting the silence grow to an awkward point.



"We won't be entirely alone in the house as I do have a couple of live in servants but we will be left to ourselves unless I should decide to summon one of them."



Jeremy nodded, feeling slightly confused for a moment as she paused and watched his reaction, then speaking up.



"You mean collared servants?" he asked.



Scarlette nodded as she answered.



"Yes, does that bother you?"



Jeremy thought for a moment before shaking his head, a little surprised to find that it really didn't.



Scarlette nodded again, then pulled a folded piece of paper from her coat and smoothed it out. She handed it to him and Jeremy saw that it was a computer print out of checklist he had filled out on an internet site. He blushed again looking up to her questioningly as he held it.



"I think you recognize that?" She asked and then when he nodded "Its the checklist of interests and limits Ane had you fill out a couple months ago when she agreed to help you find someone to scene with."



Jeremy colored more as he remembered. He'd tried to make it seem as if he were joking but Ane had seen right through that and had given him the link to a personals site insisting that he fill it out. It had seemed harmless enough at the time and the information pages and links from the site had been good reading. He glanced at the list again, trying to read it but the words blurring a bit in front of him. He looked up at Scarlette who was patiently watching him.



"Is there anything that you would like to add or remove from that list, Jeremy?"



He gulped and glanced at the meaningless squiggles again "Ma'am I, I well... theres nothing I can think of right now. I'm sorry, I..."



She smiled and patted his leg absently. "Thats fine, Jeremy, and of course we do not have to play tonight if you do not want to."



Jeremy felt his heart sink a little even as he blushed almost as red as Scarlette's dress.



"Please, Ma'am." He stuttered. "Please but I would, I mean if you want to.."



Scarlette chuckled softly and instead of answering took a thin strip of leather out of her coat pocket.



"You will wear this while you are at my house." She said. "While it is on you will obey me. If at any time you remove it I will consider our agreement off as well and will make arrangements for you to return home, understood?"

Jeremy nodded biting his lower lip as he felt the stern tone to her voice sink into him.



"No." Scarlette said and Jeremy jerked and looked up at her.



"You will answer me out loud unless you have been instructed otherwise." Then with a little grin that made Jeremy shiver again she added "or unless you can not."



Jeremy started to nod again and answered "Yes, Ma'am!"



Scarlette smiled at Jeremy as he blushed again, then fastened the little collar around his neck.



Jeremy put his fingers to his neck and ran them over the smooth surface, breathing slowly and with a concentrated effort. He was surprised at how strongly this little piece of leather affected him, even as he reminded himself it was only for the night.



Scarlette leaned a little closer and rested her hand on his leg again.



Both looked out of the window as the houses became further apart and more and more trees and open space appeared between.



Scarlette was the first to break the silence. "Almost there," she said, nodding to a long brick wall centered with a large ironwork gate that was sliding open as they approached.



Scarlette chuckled "I see pup is paying attention," she said.



Jeremy felt his stomach knot in nervous fear. Somehow this more than anything seemed a point of no return. Scarlette ruffled his hair again then leaned forward to pay the driver as they came to a stop in front of a large house. For a moment Jeremy thought of changing his mind but Scarlette slipped a finger through the ring in the front of the collar and all doubt fled as he followed the light tug finding himself standing in the snow watching the cabs tail lights slide back through the gate before he could even think what had just happened.



Jeremy started to take a step toward the front door but Scarlette's hand on his chest stopped him. He looked at her questioningly. Scarlette smiled and something in it made Jeremy shiver.



"A little preparation before you enter my house, little one," she said. Her voice was soft and low but commanding and Jeremy stood very still as she moved her hand away. "First you will take off your clothing one item at a time and, fold them and hand them to me," she said. She stood watching him as he tried to get his mind around her words and then blushing as the realization of what she wanted hit at the same time as the thought that he had hesitated to obey her first command to him.



Feeling suddenly all thumbs Jeremy struggled out of his overcoat and folded it over, handing it to her, then as quickly as he could his suit jacket, the white button up shirt which surprisingly kept all of its buttons and then his tshirt. Standing before her, shivering, naked from the waist up, he hesitated not unwilling to obey but unsure just what to do next.



Scarlette smiled, her voice still soft, calming, insistent as she spoke again. "Now slip out of one shoe and slip your sock into it, then do the other. No need to get your clothing all wet."



Jeremy nodded, obeying quickly, handing her one shoe and then the other. After this he needed no more prompting to undo and hand her the belt and then the trousers. He paused once more as he stood in the red boxer briefs blushing just a little as she looked at her questioningly. This time she only nodded and he pulled them down quickly, trying not to think too much about the fact that he was standing before her naked in this open space.



Scarlette took the final item of clothing and looked Jeremy over from head to toe as his blush spread down from his face and over the pale skin of his neck and chest. His body was trim but not necessarily athletic with a bit of soft curve to his belly and hips.



"Hold out your arms," she said, and then when Jeremy responded laid his folded clothes across them. Reaching into her pocked she pulled out a rolled up leather leash and shook it out, clipping one end to his collar then letting her fingers slide along his shoulder and down his side. Jeremy gasped at her touch then let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan as her fingers slid around his balls.



"Smooth," she said. "You have been shaving haven't you little one?"



Jeremy nodded, feeling hot even in this cold and then as she still looked at him stammered out "yes, Ma'am"



Scarlette nodded. "Nice," she said and Jeremy sighed with relief. Giving the leash a little tug she started toward the house and he followed. Stopping in front of a large metal box she took a key out of her pocket and opened it, then looked back at him.



"Put your things in here, Jeremy, you won't need them while you are with me."



Jeremy simply obeyed this time then stood back waiting for her next command, almost oblivious to the cold. Scarlette locked the box again then gave the leash another tug.



"Now, Jeremy, down on your belly and kiss each of my boots."



Jeremy's eyes widened a little but he obeyed quickly, sliding down to his knees and then his stomach, whimpering a little as the cold of the snow burned at his skin. His whimper turned to a moan against the leather toe of her boot as her voice carressed him with two simple words.



"Good boy."

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Red Velvet part 1

Something for the Christmas season



Jeremy leaned against the wall and took another swallow of the eggnog as he looked out at the crowd of his mingling, flirting, and dancing coworkers. It was almost as if he were watching them through a window he felt so disconnected from them. The only person he enjoyed talking to was Ane and she was with her boyfriend tonight. Well, not her boyfriend exactly.

Jeremy smiled to himself remembering the day he'd commented on the unique necklace Ane wore, a braided silver chain fastened with a tiny padlock. She had explained to him that she was a submissive and the necklace was a collar symbolizing her master, Iain's ownership.

Jeremy had been shocked at first, but the more he researched the subject and the more he talked to Ane the more he began to relate to the idea. When he had admitted to Ane that he wouldn't mind having a collar of his own, and everything that came with it she had offered to introduce him to other people from the bdsm lifestyle. In fact, she had hinted that she had someone she wanted him to meet tonight.

Jeremy sighed. He couldn’t really blame Ane for forgetting about him. After all Iain had been away on a business trip for almost a month and just gotten back in town in time for the company Christmas party.

Jeremy was staring off into space, feeling lonely and a little sorry for himself when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning he found himself looking into Ane's smiling blue eyes.



"What did you do with Iain?" Jeremy asked looking over her shoulder.



"Oh a couple of the accountants dragged him off to discuss something about the client he met with in Vancouver."



Ane wrinkled her nose in disgust and Jeremy laughed.



"Anyway it gives me a chance to introduce you to someone." Ane grinned mischievously.



Jeremy eyed her, feeling a little nervous.



"Who?" he asked.



"Oh a friend of Iain's and mine." Ane answered. "I think you will like her, and what's more, I think she will like you."



"Is she, um, Is she a Domme?" Jeremy asked.



Ane nodded and grabbed his hand. "Come on, you don't want to keep her waiting do you?"



Still Jeremy hesitated. "But, what will I say to her? What will I call her? Mistress?"



Ane laughed.



"I wouldn’t around this uptight crowd." she said with a derisive look at the people milling about grazing and drinking. "Her name is Scarlette, and no cracks about southern belles if you know what is good for you. You can address her as ma'am, polite as you are no one will notice that."



Ane tugged on his arm again. "Come on, would I steer you wrong? It's not like you have to do anything, just meet her. Maybe talk a little."



Ane lead him around and through the crowd, pausing near the far wall and looking around. She let go of Jeremy's arm and looked puzzled.



"I left her here just a minute ago."



Jeremy glanced around and his attention was suddenly caught by a scene just beyond the glass doors that led to the courtyard. A tall dark haired woman stood with her back to him, head tipped back just a little, snowflakes clinging to her long hair and red velvet dress. As Jeremy watched she stretched her hand out catching the flakes on her bare palm.



Ane looked to see what he was staring at and smiled.



"There she is!"



Taking his arm again she led Jeremy out into the snow. The woman turned at the sound of the door, and smiled at Ane. Her dress was long sleeved with a plunging neck line that almost exposed well rounded breasts. The sides where slit revealing calf high black boots, topped by rose patterned black stockings.



Jeremy stood nervously next to Ane, eyes on his shoes as Ane's friend looked him up and down.



"You must be Jeremy." She said, smiling at him. She reached out and traced his jaw line with her finger, sending a bolt of electricity through him with that contact that made him tremble slightly.



"You are right Ane." She said, withithout taking her eyes off of him. "Very nice."



Jeremy blushed deeply, still not daring to look at the beautiful woman in front of him.



Scarlette chuckled softly.



"Shall we go in out of the snow?" she said, slipping her arm through Jeremy's and reaching for Ane's hand.



The three of them slipped back into the noise and warmth of the party and Ane found a table for them in one of the quieter corners of the room. Scarlette embraced Ane and pointed her in Iain's direction.



"I know you are eager to get away from us." she said with a wink. "You go on back to Iain and Jeremy and I will get to know each other a little better."



Jeremy blushed and held out a chair for Scarlette. "Ccan I get you something to drink, Ma'am?" he stuttered. "The eggnog isn't bad, or um, maybe some white wine?"



Scarlette smiled, enjoying the color in his cheeks. "No, just a cup of coffee with cream, no sugar. Coffee for you as well, I want you clear headed."



Jeremy's blush deepened as he hurried away to find the coffee. His mind was racing, just minutes ago he'd been miserable and bored, now his heart raced and his knees felt a little weak. Misstress Scarlette seemed to have stepped directly from one of his fantasies. If only she would want him, hope and fear seemed to boil in his stomach. He could still feel the touch of her fingers on his skin.



Back at the table Jeremy set a cup of coffee in front of Scarlette and slid into a chair accross from her with his own cup. Scarlette lifted the cup and took a sip before she spoke.



"Thank you Jeremy, but in future I expect you to offer the cup and wait for me to accept it. Also, you will wait until I invite you to sit."



Jeremy blushed crimson. "I I'm sorry Ma'am, I didn't mean..."



Scarlette raised her hand to silence him. "There is no need to go on, or to worry about it further, a simple yes Ma'am and remembering next time are all I'm looking for"

/>Jeremy stared down at his cup. "Yes, Ma'am" he said.



Scarlette reached across the table, raised his chin with her finger tips and smiled at him. "Very good, now drink your coffee and tell me about yourself."



Jeremy felt himself relaxing again in the warmth of that smile. "Yes Ma'am. What would you like to know."



"Why don't you start at the beginning." She answered.



Jeremy found himself spending the next several hours telling Scarlette all about himself, from his childhood to his hopes and dreams for the future. She listened intently, asking a questions here and there, and occasionally telling him a little about herself. When Scarlette mentioned that it was getting late he was shocked to look at his watch and find that is was one in the morning.



Jeremy felt suddenly deppressed at the thought of leaving Scarlette's presence. Scarlette seemed to read his thoughts.



"How about we go back to my place and continue getting to know each other."



Jeremy brightened instantly. "Yes, Ma'am. I would love to." he said. then dropped his eyes, afraid he seemed to eager.



Scarlette stood and ruffled his hair. "Come on then, lets go tell Ane we are leaving. I am her guest after all and you don't need to be going off with a stranger without letting a friend know."



Jeremy stood and follwed Scarlette across the room where Ane and Iain stood talking with a small group of people. The two of them moved away as Jeremy and Scarlette approached. Scarlette hugged both Iain and Ane, thanking them for inviting her and telling them goodnight.



"Jeremy and I are going to head back to my place." she said.



Ane smiled and gave Jeremy a hug. "Did I do good?" she whispered in his ear. Jeremy blushed and nodded, glancing to where Scarlette was laughing with Iain.



Ane smiled, noticing his look. "You have a good time, and call me when you get home, ok?"



"Ok" Jeremy answered blushing again.



"Coming, Jeremy?" Scarlette called over her shoulder, already heading across the room. "Lets get our coats. I'm supposed to have a taxi waiting and I don't want to be stranded here."



Jeremy gave Ane a quick kiss on the cheek and shook Iain's hand, then hurried after her.



At the cloak room Jeremy helped Scarlette on with her long leather coat, then shrugged into his own jacket and followed her out into the dark and snow. The taxi was just pulling up to the curb as they left the building and Jeremy held the door for Scarlette, then slipped in after her. As they pulled away he noticed the christmas lights that had looked cheesy to him when he had arrived that evening looked almost magical now. He gave himself a mental shake for such a silly thought and peeked over at the woman beside him.



Scarlette smiled back at him reaching to trace his cheek with the tip of one finger, then tip his chin back up as he ducked his head. Jeremy shivered slightly as she looked into his eyes, craving more of her touch. She seemed to sense his vulnerability, slipping an arm around his shoulders as she murmered in his ear, "you can always go back you know."



Jeremy's eyes opened wide. "No... please.." he stammered



His heart sank. Had he done something wrong, was she going to send him away? But she only smiled and shushed him, brushing his hair back from his forhead.



to be continued...

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