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Subject: {ASSM} Octavia - Story Office FemDom F/M
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Moe liked Octivia's style.

Her female co-workers felt she dressed like a tramp and dished her
behind her back.

Moe thought of her as a free spirit. He liked her low cut tops, tight
mini-skirts, black stockings and platform heels. She looked like an
aging porn star, but she was damn sexy nonetheless.

It gave him a boost of energy just to look at her. He liked it. He
liked her. And he defended her to the others.

"Why don't you just jump her bones if you think she's so hot?" They
taunted.

"Can't a woman look nice without getting JUMPED, as you say?" Moe said.
"Besides Octavia's married."

"As if that matters to her -- the slut." They all sneered.


One day Moe had business in Octavia's office. She smiled like she
always smiled but different. It was the way she smiled. Just watching
him silently, smiling.

"You okay?" Moe asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She replied as she relaxed in her chair. "I heard
what you said about me. That was nice. It's nice to be understood by
someone. I appreciate that. You're a nice boy."

Moe came over and leaned against her desk standing next to where she
sat.

"It's nothing. I like the way you do your own thing and don't get
caught up in what everybody else thinks. That's cool. I wish I could be
like that."

"Oh, is that it?" Octavia turned her head and gave Moe a withering
look, warming his insides. "I know you want me. It's nice to see you're
finally coming out of your shell. It took balls for you to tell them
off. I mean I've known you wanted me for a long time now, but they told
me you said you want to jump my bones -- right in front of everybody--
telling them you want to fuck my brains out. If you were someone else
it might've made me horny. Still it was nice. Yelling at them to get
off my back and quit being jealous of me.

"You almost slapped that one bitch, didn't you? I heard about it.
Telling them they are the real sluts... the real whores. That took
balls, Moe. Especially for a squeamish little twerp like you. You're a
real mouse. The way you usually let these women walk all over you I'd
almost think you're a fairy--- except for the way you look at me. I
turn you on, don't I? You must really have the hots for me to tell them
to fuck off and leave me alone. You want me to be the only one to walk
all over you, right? Is that it, Moe?"


"No." Said Moe, standing up quickly, eyes wide with shock. "No. I just
- I -uh---"

"Whoa, Big Fella." Octavia said as she stood up next to Moe and placed
her arms around him, rubbing his back. "I'm having some fun. I'm just
being dramatic. You don't think I dress like this without having some
dramatic flair do you?"

"I guess not."

Octavia lit a cigarette and sat down again. She stared at Moe without
expression.

"I better leave." Moe said.

"Sit."

Moe sat in a chair.

"No, like you were before...against my desk."

Moe walked over and sat on her desk facing Octavia. Octavia placed a
foot on either side of Moe so that he was sitting in the 'V' of her
legs as she sat in her chair.

Octavia took a drag and blew it out at Moe while locking her gaze on
him, "Rub my legs."

Moe put his hands on her as though they were hand rails.

"No, dear, run your hands along them and underneath. Feel them, FEEL my
calves, how smooth they are. I don't need a massage for crissakes just
feel how warm they are and shape of me. Hmm?" She took another drag and
arched her eyebrows. She blew a billow of smoke into the air and asked.
"Feels good doesn't it?"

Moe was unable to speak.

Octavia laughed and placed her feet on the floor.

"Lighten up." She said. "You act as though I'm about to devour you or
something. Relax. I did it for your benefit. I'm just flirting. I
wanted to give you a little thrill for being so nice to me. Now you
practically insult me by acting like I'm hard-up for action. Honey, I
get all the action I want any day of the week."

She smoked in silence still staring at Moe. Trying to remember what it
felt like to be so innocent.

"I'm sorry." Moe told her. "I guess I had the wrong idea. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You're just immature and inexperienced. You don't see
that very much these days in grown men. What are you... thirty? That
makes it even more sweet that you stuck up for me. I KNOW you didn't
scream and yell or slap anyone but still it was nice of you to take my
side." She patted his thigh.

"But really you didn't need to. I get a kick out of those chicks being
so catty about me. I don't mind. I have them at a disadvantage you
might say."

"How's that?"

"You see," she said, putting her cigarette out and leaning up to Moe.
"My husband and I have our own website." She put her arms along the
outer part of Moe's legs in gesture more friendly than it was intimate.
Moe felt comfortable now. "We post pictures of me dressed up in heels
and stockings. In provocative poses. Sensual stuff. I get all kinds of
feedback - all positive - people, both men and women love me. They PAY
to see me dressed like this. I don't care what these common housewives
think. People love my pictures. Nothing nude, mind you, not much
different then what I wear here actually. But the camera is a voyeur,
you see. Like you are. You get a free peep everyday don't you?"

Moe got flustered. Octavia sat back and laughed.

"No need to blush. I wasn't trying to embarrass you. But don't sit
there and act like you don't watch me. I know you do. Please. My gosh.
I mean, I'm not laughing AT you I just find it hard to believe you're
embarrassed by the fact that I know you look." She smiled and stifled
another laugh. "My husband does too."

"Why wouldn't he look at you?"

Octavia laughed some more.

"That's not what I meant. I meant my husband knows about you looking at
me too. He calls you my 'Office Bitch'."

Moe was shocked.

"I told him you weren't like that, you're just shy. But now I think
he's right. He called it. He had you pegged for a real pussy. He said
one of these days you'd snap at the gossips and defend my honor but be
too chicken to do anything with me. That's the hallmark of a potential
submissive. In other words - a slave bitch."

Moe didn't know what to say.

"You'd like it, I know. You know you would too. You'd get to be near me
and do all the things you are too scared to do. I'd let you eat me.
You'd like THAT wouldn't you? You wouldn't need to be anxious. I'd tell
you exactly how I wanted it done and you'd do it. I'd be in control.
You'd like to eat me, right? Just say so. I won't hurt you."

Moe closed his eyes. He thought he was dreaming. He stood in the middle
of the room.

Octavia walked up behind him and whispered in his ear, "Bitch, you want
to eat me. BAD. You know you do. You sissy. You NEED to be dominated.
You're too scared to make a move on your own. You're too scared to do
anything on your own, you little sissybitch. You wish you had the guts
to do all the things I am going to MAKE you do. That's right, I decided
just now to make you my bitch. My husband doesn't care. He wants me to
dominate your ass. He wants me to make you my bitch. He'll get to
request his favorite submissive fantasies and you'll do it, bitch.
You'll lick my toes and kiss my ass and get your sissy ass whipped by
me while he takes pictures of it all. If someone Emails a request - no
matter how disgusting - you'll do it. You'll be our whore. We'll be
making money off your bitch ass posting pictures of you on our website.
You'll be our Slave."

She kissed Moe's cheek and grabbed his balls from behind, "You're mine,
bitch."

She walked back behind her desk and sat down.

"I thought you were a sweet kid. A shy kid. But now I see you've got
serious defects. In your own way you think you're hot shit, don't you?
You disgust me. The sight of you sickens me. I'm going to enjoy
breaking you down you worthless whimpering coward. You undress me with
your eyes everyday. You dream of me constantly and yet you deny wanting
me. What a two-faced whore! The fact that you stuck up for me is an
insult. I don't need some limp-dick pansie like you looking out for me.
I'll make you pay you sniveling little wimp! Get the fuck out of my
sight! You lily-liver priss! Get out! Get out there and tell them all
how you are now officially my slave bitch. DO IT! If I find out there
is anyone that you haven't bragged to - that you haven't gone up to and
told about the joys of being my new bitch - then I'll beat your ass
right out on the floor. Right in front of everybody. Understand, bitch?
Do you hear me, SLAVE?"

Moe stood frozen. Scared shitless.

She got up again and went over and bitch-slapped his ass. She wailed on
his ass the way Gabby Reece smacks the white off a volleyball.

"Don't -" Sla-APP! "- you" SmaacKK! "EVER!" SMAA-ACKK! "Disobey me
again." Slap-SlaP-SaMACK!!

"There. That'll be the ice-breaker. They'll ask about the red welts on
your face and you'll tell them, 'I got bitch-slapped by Octavia.
Octavia bitch-slapped the hell outta me cause I deserved it. I'm
Octavia's bitch. I'm her bitch and I needed discipline. My Lady
disciplined me. Octavia slapped some sense into me. It's so good being
her bitch - her slave. I love being owned by her. From now on call me
Octavia's Bitch'"

Moe collapsed.

Octavia revived him and said, "Oh, for gosh sakes, I'm just having some
fun. You ARE a sissybitch, AREN't you? You'll get used to the routine.
You don't have to go out there and tell them you're my bitch. I'll do
that. I'll tell them how I own your ass. I'll let them know you're my
bitch, don't fret. See how I take care of you? You'll like being my
slave, you'll see. Why don't you just come over here and lick me for a
while. You'll feel better. Alright, Crybaby? Would you like that,
Sissybitch? Doesn't that thrill you, you cowering muff-punk? Get your
feeble ass over here and eat me... SLAVE."

"Yes, Maam."  


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