Dominating Miss Davenshaw Ch. 04

Dear Miss Davenshaw,

Can we meet after work...please? I just need to talk to you in person. Something is wrong, I just know it.

The email from May struck a chord with Miss Davenshaw. Yes, something was wrong. She cast her mind back to yesterday. She remembered the start of the meeting but, apart from an impression that May hadn't got the result she wanted and that it was somehow her - Miss Davenshaw's - fault, it was just a series of vaguely recognisable sensations; sensations which nonetheless tugged at her subconscious but which she couldn't quite place. Deciding that that in itself was something wrong she agreed to May's request. She replied asking May to come to her Picadilly Circus flat at 8.

That was odd. She normally liked to meet in a bar near work and she couldn't quite work out why she had asked May to come to her home. But figuring that it didn't matter she didn't allow herself to think too much about it. What was important was that things were done right by May. She had a determination to 'do the right thing' even if she couldn't quite articulate why the situation had gone wrong.

May arrived just after 8. Seeing the worry in May's eyes, Miss Davenshaw gave her a hug partly in sympathy, partly in affection, and partly in concern. She'd opened a bottle of her favourite organic red and poured a bit out for them both. Self-consciously May took a sip;

"Yes, it will help me relax," she said slightly nervously.

Miss Davenshaw smiled reassuringly. Slightly more at ease May took another sip.

"In your own time, May;" Miss Davenshaw said supportively.

"Well, I just feel something's not quite...not quite right. Ash the meeting yesterday,"

May paused.

'Ash the meeting?' Was May slurring her speech? After just two sips?

"I...I'm sorry Miss Davenshaw". May put a hand to her forehead.

"Don't worry May. You've been through a lot. Just take your time ok?"

"Yes, Miss Davenshaw. Thank you."

May's eyes seemed to be losing their central focus. She began to look dizzy and her head rocked forwards.

"May, are you ok?"

"I...when...he said...yesterday,"

"Yes, May."

Miss Davenshaw leaned forward. She sensed that what May was about to say was important.

"When he...when Edmund said 'slaves...slaves to polishy"

Miss Davenshaw's concern for May wrestled with her need, her compulsion, to find out what her PA was so obviously struggling to say.

"You changed."

"I changed, May? What do you mean changed?"

"You, you..."

"Yes?"

May could keep up the struggle no longer. Her eyes fluttered and she slumped back onto the sofa.

"May! May? Are you ok?"

What was going on?

Edmund appeared in the room as if from nowhere.

"You. What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

She stood up in anger. She was sure he was behind this. Behind everything. Striding forward in her high heels she moved forward to confront him.

"Relax. You have done well, slave."

Miss Davenshaw felt as if her head had been plunged into water. His voice seemed to come to her from inside her own head. Suddenly her arms and legs felt incredibly heavy and she felt a vice like grip tighten around her jaw even though he was still a good 5 metres away from her. Her bottom lip dropped open and she froze. Immobile.

Smiling, he approached her. A feeling of helpless anger and powerlessness overtook her.

"As I said, you have done well."

He looked wolfishly at May as she stirred helplessly on the sofa.

'I...what?' It occurred to Miss Davenshaw that perhaps, somehow, she was responsible for this. She had let May down yesterday but this; this was much, much worse. She had betrayed her. But how?

As she looked across at Edmund, blue ice raging in her perceptive eyes, she realised that since he had the power to freeze her in place just by speaking he probably had the power to do a whole lot more besides. She watched helplessly as Edmund moved over to the sofa and heaved up his semi- conscious prey - prey which she had brought to him - and carried her off.

Looking into her eyes Edmund guessed what she was thinking.

"Don't worry. This will take about 15 minutes but it's not what you think. I'm just going to make sure that all three of us enjoy tonight."

Laughing, he left the room.

*****

Those 15 minutes seemed to be the longest in Miss Davenshaw's life. She was stuck there frozen,unable to do anything about either her own situation, or whatever was going on next door. The feeling of helpless fury got deeper and deeper. And as she got more and more angry thinking about Edmund and what he had done to her she, somehow, began to feel aroused. And that arousal, in turn, further fed her anger until she was trapped in a hopeless cycle; her mind, her feelings oscillating widely across emotional extremes. Her body was stuck rigid but her face felt flush, her breath caught, her nipples tingled and between her legs she stirred. Her knees wobbled but somehow held her up as if supported by an invisible force. Dew began to stick to her La Perla underwear. She dreaded his reappearance yet craved it at the same time.

After an age Edmund reappeared with an unrecognisable May. She had put on just a little too much Dior Show Mascara. The lipstick was clearly overapplied and she tottered in a pair of very high Louboutins. A whorish corset and a tight mini skirt completed the look. Looking into May's eyes Miss Davenshaw felt she saw a reflection of her own.

Meekly, as if in a trance, May followed Edmund like an obedient slave. Sitting on the sofa as if he owned it he turned to May.

"Undress her...slowly. Sexily."

"Yes, sir," May responded from deep within her trance.

Miss Davenshaw gasped in fear and anger as her hypnotized PA approached her.

"Don't resist slave," Edmund's voice pulsed slowly through her skull. "You will enjoy this because you will find it feels good. You will enjoy it even more because you know it pleases me."

"Yes, Master." Miss Davenshaw gasped.

Slowly, gently, caressingly, May brushed her face. Miss Davenshaw shuddered in arousal. She'd never been into girls much though she'd done a little 'experimenting' at university. This, however, was no comparison. As May undid her jacket her tongue teased Miss Davenshaw's lips, probing for a way past her defences. May moved her hands up and inside her blouse causing waves of half welcome pleasure to pulse through her body.

Actually, May was more than welcome. It was the fact that he was there like some perverted voyeur watching what should be an intimate moment between two women that prevented the flames of anger from being wholly subsumed by this new fire of desire. Although as she watched him, she couldn't help feeling that, no...no...yes, he was arousing her too. Hating herself for it she admitted deep inside that somehow he was turning her on. The growing smile on his lips pleased her despite herself. Was she pleased now that she was pleasing him? Please,no.

As these thoughts occupied her increasingly subdued mind, May's kisses finally found a breach in her defences. She found herself kissing back passionately. That was apparently one part of her body that with the right stimulation could break the spell she was under. May undid the strap on her bra and began teasing her nipples as Miss Davenshaw moaned in pleasure. She began giving herself more and more to this pleasure; forgetting even who was watching. She began to forget even her anger at this male intrusion into their intimacy.

"On your knees May," Edmund commanded.

"Yes, sir." May gasped.

Miss Davenshaw was irritated by this outside interruption and gazed at him. Who was he to say what should happen when? He is only watching after all. He stared back at her as if to say this is for my pleasure first, yours second, if I remember you at all. As his eyes gripped hers she couldn't help feeling her arousal go even deeper as this entranced slave girl knelt in front of her. She didn't even think about how the focus of her anger had changed from indignation about the fact that this was happening at all, to merely mild annoyance as to how this was going. Sensing this, Edmund smiled at the knowledge that he had succeeded in shaping the landscape which her keen mind could range over. He was well and truly on the way to defining the terms on which the struggle for Miss Davenshaw's mind and soul would play out. Soon now, she would be his completely. Her mind would be totally enslaved.

May's hands caressed Miss Davenshaw's fine legs in their sleek hosiery. Undoing her skirt she sensed the heat radiating through her boss' damp underwear.

"Go on May." Edmund encouraged.

"Oh, Yes, sir,"

May inhaled deeply as her lips and tongue began worshipping this Goddess between her legs. Miss Davenshaw's legs began to writhe helplessly, involuntarily, as waves of pleasure pulsated out through her helpless body. Not caring anymore she gripped May's shoulders, her nails digging crescents into them. She moaned louder and louder as her juices began to flow.

Edmund commanded May to stop. Miss Davenshaw wriggled, tottering helplessly in her high heels.

"You may kneel, slave," said the voice in her head.

"Yes, thank you Master," Miss Davenshaw dropped to her knees in heat.

"Now, slave, you will return the favour to May."

May writhed in pleasure as Miss Davenshaw's tongue searched out all the spaces, exploring all the dimensions between her legs. Miss Davenshaw was on her knees, pleasing her Master. That was all she needed right now. Both women were now so wet, dripping, their orgasms ready to come forth. He commanded them both to beg for it, and then, on their knees the two women panted as their director paused their performance. Edmund approached them, his excitement visible at the front of his trousers.

At his command and, eagerly now, Miss Davenshaw unzipped him. His cock throbbed in front of them like a phallic shaped star holding two planets captive in its orbit. May had long since surrendered to sexual arousal and Miss Davenshaw too now fell so deep. Like hungry animals at a zoo and powerless to do anything about their humiliation, they jostled for a taste of his cock, for the right to kiss it, to suck it, to deep throat it, to worship it. Struggling to control his own arousal Edmund tormented first one then the other by withdrawing from the one and then giving to the other hungry mouth.

Impossible to decide between the two he commanded them both to orgasm the moment he supernovaed over both their faces. As two intelligent women he knew that under the right hypnotic conditions their minds were just as potent sexual organs as those between their legs. Gripping their hair he told them they'd done well, that they'd pleased him and that after they'd sucked and licked him clean they could spend the night together. He also told them to enjoy the memory as when they woke up in the morning it would be gone.

*****

Feeling totally drained both figuratively and physically, Edmund saw them asleep together on the sofa as he left. Seeing Miss Davenshaw asleep he could hardly believe it was her. This superwoman, this bitch that had bossed him around all these months looked so vulnerable, so beautifully human. He took a duvet from the bedroom, flung it over them, turned and left.