Market Penetration Pt1: Femdom Fiction

Photo from: Slave Reckoning ~ featuring Mistress Sidonia

Market Penetration Pt1 – Femdom Fiction

I
I shifted in my seat, adjusting my jacket in the process. The attention to the jacket was only a ruse, which I did almost reflexively. It offset, as it were, my complete concentration on the leopard print panties I was wearing, which now moved most perceptibly around my balls. Was it some vestige of guilt, I wondered briefly. If so, it added to the pleasure – the forbidden and furtive nature of it adding greatly to the excitement.

I was acutely conscious of the panties, and the formal setting in which I found myself exacerbated the feeling. I could feel the tug of them on my balls and against my cock, which had now stiffened again with the frisson of the move.

At the front of the conference room the speaker continued to drone on, hugging the podium, referring periodically to a power point screen. Everyone else sat around me in their suits, stupefied it seemed to me by a presentation which had now gone on for almost half an hour. Thank fuck, I had been ordered to wear these panties I thought. At least the kinkiness of it provided a welcome release from this tedium.

It also differentiated me from the people around me. To all intents and purposes I looked the same as them, but I wasn’t. My perverse peccadilloes set me apart and had now placed me in the most exclusive of clubs – serving a Mistress whose charisma and power were without equal. I was the luckiest person in the room, and I knew it.

The feel of the panties around my balls, cock and arse cheeks as I stood and sat during the course of the morning, was enlivening to say the very least. The covert nature of it greatly added to the experience, and the more formal and proper the occasion, the more exciting the whole endeavour was. The reality of my formal ”respectable” outward appearance, predicated really on just the tug of a button and the pull down of a zip to reveal something altogether more palatable – a slut slave whore willing to pervert himself at his Mistress Sidonia’s calling.

I recalled when I was a young man I used to get into the car on my own, standing on the driver seat and poising my arse in front of the rear view mirror. I used to slowly pull down my pants exposing initially the slit and then the whole crack of my arse.  I loved the reveal, my arse slowly being laid bare, and then the full moon as it were. I used to do it from different angles, getting a thrill I wasn’t able to comprehend at that stage but which clearly signposted my inherent and later inclinations. My tongue flicked involuntarily to my lips at the thought of it, a tic that always accompanied my wandering mind and what ‘normal’ ‘right thinking’ people would consider my unwholesome thoughts. 

Today, I was physically attending a presentation as part of work during which the topic of market penetration had come up. As I sat and ‘listened’ I thought of the potential market Mistress might flaunt and pimp me in, and the penetrative acts or otherwise that might ensue. My message inbox buzzed on my phone. I reached into my inside pocket, removed it and glanced down. The message was clear and precise, “Come to the Mansion chambers, NOW!” it instructed. It was signed MSVB.

II
I turned in through the gates, my head racing. I had suddenly felt ‘unwell’ at the conference, had made my apologies and promptly left. As I got out of the car Mistress Sidonia appeared. Once again I found myself awestruck by her appearance and her attire for the day. She noted my suited appearance which she seemed to like. Immediately she came over and slapped me across the face.

“Really Penny, could you not have come quicker,” she exclaimed.
I apologised.
“Oh shut up.”

I now noticed the collar and leash she held in her other hand, which she now proceeded to attach around my neck. She pulled me behind her to the chamber. Inside she told me to stand still.

“I have a little surprise for you,” she said. “Dominic, come here.”

A guy entered dressed as a waiter. The front of his apron was black and white, there was nothing at the back and his buttocks shone under the light.

“Dominic is my manservant for the day. He has a number of varied tasks to perform Penny, and this one is to strip you.” I inhaled sharply, not expecting this.

“How humiliating for you Penny to feel a guy’s hands all over you body,” she giggled. “Get to it, Dominic.”

He started to undress me. I flinched at his touch. He took my tie, looking into my eyes as he slowly undid it. Then he opened the top button of my shirt, working his way down the others. He opened the shirt, placed both hands inside and caressed my shoulders and chest with his hands. I stood still, barely breathing it seemed.

I stepped out of my shoes at Mistress’ command and then I felt him cupping and caressing my crotch, before he got down on his knees and slowly found the buttons of my pants and opened them. Then he unzipped my fly. He tugged my pants down. He exhaled sharply when he saw the panties and Mistress almost squealed with delight.

I was all too aware of the bulge which now defined them. He pulled my pants down and then slid his hands up my legs to my panties which he slowly removed. My cock sprang free, all too eager for release. He stayed on his knees, motionless before my erect cock.

”Hmmm,” mused Mistress.

“Not yet Dominic. You will be meeting Penny again don’t worry and then you will get to play more. But for the moment I think it best you get back to your chores. This was just an introduction to each other, but you most certainly shall be meeting again later.”

“Penny is mine today, and first I need to let off a little steam.”

To be continued, in Pt2
by slut penny