CHAPTER 7
Being privy to Dr. Prentice’s project gave Jennifer a whole new interest in these working-class men and their sexual habits. Their patient files were filled with so many explicit details that when Jennifer read them, she found herself blushing at first, but later became aroused and eager to read more.
And knowing what she knew about these men, Jennifer couldn’t help but think about what she might do if left to her own devices with one of these rough dock workers or machinists.
So one afternoon, Jennifer let her thoughts drift to a new fantasy that she couldn’t get off her mind. She wanted to be a dominatrix.
Jennifer fantasized about Jake Andrews, one of Dr. Prentice’s patients, who would be perfect for a B&D session.
Looking in his file, Jennifer knew that Jake was only 20 years old and had started working as a warehouse employee at one of Ian Henshaw’s factories. Recently, he was promoted to delivery driver.
Jake was brooding and distant. It was clear to Jennifer that he had no interest in being at Dr. Prentice’s office. In the waiting room, he reminded her of a caged animal, restless and on edge. Jennifer often wondered what topics could fill the hour-long sessions between Jake and Dr. Prentice, since Jake seemed so uncommunicative and defiant.
Physically, Jake had a lean and muscular build. He was the quintessential teenage rebel: tattooed, disrespectful, and with a history of breaking the law.
But what stood out most to Jennifer were Jake’s eyes. They were the coldest, darkest eyes she had ever seen. The more she thought about it, the more perfect Jake would be for her dominatrix fantasy.
The one triggered by her deviant sexual behavior textbook.
Jennifer closed her eyes. And there was Jake, strapped to a black leather recliner, probably like the one he had at home.
She continued to think about Jake being bound to the recliner, his muscles straining against the straps to get free. With his hands tied to the chair arms, Jennifer was free to straddle his lap as she chose. With her legs wide apart and sitting directly on the bulge in his pants, she could feel his cock growing hard under the pressure of her pelvis.
He was lying there completely still, glowering at her. She savored the smell of cigarettes and motor oil on his hands.
He pulled at the restraints and tried to speak, but Jennifer had a ball gag in his mouth, and he was firmly bound to the recliner by his shoulder straps. His wrists and his legs were also impossibly bound to the black leather recliner.
The only movements he could make were to thrust his hips and clench his hands, which was fine with Jennifer.
And forget about his dirty jeans and tight t-shirt he wore to his appointments; in Jennifer’s fantasy, Jake was dressed from head to toe in shiny black, skin-tight PVC. He wore a PVC vest and pants, along with heavy motorcycle boots. Jennifer knew that in real life, he would use his boots to kick her beautiful ass, but in her fantasy, he would soon regret it if he tried anything like that.
As she sat on his growing erection, he tried to break free of his restraints, but they held him firm. He tried to spit on her, but couldn’t with the ball gag in his mouth. Unable to vent his rage and contempt towards his captor, he clenched his muscled jaw.
Jennifer smirked.
“What’s the matter, Jake honey? Don’t you like being tied up? I thought you sissy boys liked that.”
Jake growled from the bottom of his throat.
Jennifer tossed back her head and laughed.
She moved the recliner lever to tilt it all the way back to the sleeping position. Jake squirmed even more as his legs rose with the footrest.
“Are you a mama’s boy? Or are you a pussy boy? You can’t be a pussy because I have that right here.”
Jennifer imagined herself getting up off the recliner and standing over Jake with her full authority. Standing next to the recliner, she lifted her leg and ground the heel of her boot into Jake’s PVC-covered bulge.
Her own latex catsuit being crotchless, Jake was confronted with a head-on look at her sex as she opened her legs towards him.
Jake stopped squirming. His eyes grew wide, and his jaw dropped open far enough to release the gag a bit.
“Ever been this close to a real woman’s lady parts before? Or is this the first time, Jake honey? I ask because you seem at a loss for words.”
Jennifer tilted her head back and fingered herself to tease Jake. She took the riding crop and spanked it playfully across her sex a few times for effect.
“You see, Jake, I don’t need you to please me because I can do that for myself,” Jennifer said, teasing him even more.
“So what do I need you for?” she asked herself as she ground her heel harder into his full erection. Jake grimaced a bit, but started to come to grips with the fact that he was not in control of the situation.
“Jake, what I need you to see is that I am superior to you and you have to obey me.”
“Do you think you can do that, pussy boy?”
Jennifer ground her heel harder into Jake.
“Nod yes or no.”
Jake nodded a small yes while still gawking at Jennifer’s lower body.
“All right, then,” Jennifer said as she struck the riding crop against his right cheek. Jake flinched.
“Not so tough now, are you?”
Jake stared, his eyes still riveted to the spot between Jennifer’s thighs.
Jennifer took her leg off Jake and bent over to loosen the gag on his mouth. Jake tried to bite her.
Jennifer hit him lightly with the riding crop against his face. He let out a yelp. When he looked away, Jennifer took his chin in her hand and pulled it back. She could see there was fear in his eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Jennifer wanted to dominate Jake. She didn’t want to harm him physically. She went about it another way.
“I want you to please me,” she said curtly.
She struck the riding crop on the floor as she walked around the recliner.
“Can you do that?” she whispered, looking him in the eye.
A feeble nod indicated that he could.
Jennifer unzipped Jake’s pants and pulled his fly down to expose his retracting penis.
“Is that it?” she asked.
Jake lurched in anger again, and Jennifer hit the riding crop against his bare arm. He recoiled as much as he could.
“I know that you’re not used to a woman being in charge,” she continued, “but get used to it, because that is what’s happening here today.”
“I was going to let you have a taste of these,” she said, unzipping her catsuit and thrusting her breasts out into the open, “but I am afraid you wouldn’t be nice to them, so I won’t.”
Jake looked at her strangely.
“However,” Jennifer continued, “I will let you touch me if you want to. Ever touch a girl before?”
Jake nodded yes.
“And you’ll be good?”
Jake nodded yes again.
“All right, then. I will let you touch me.”
Jennifer straddled one arm of the recliner, her pussy hovering above Jake’s fingers. He wiggled them and managed to gingerly touch Jennifer’s clit.
An electric charge went through Jennifer’s body. She turned Jake’s hand so that his palm was facing upward and slid two of his fingers into her wetness.
She moved them in and out and then around her clit. Jake just stared while she used his fingers to pleasure herself, and he started to get hard again. Jennifer noticed his erection and acknowledged it.
“You’re a big boy. So you do have what it takes to please a woman. Do you want to please me?”
Jake nodded yes.
Jennifer slid Jake’s fingers back into her slit and enjoyed herself while Jake submissively watched her. He was fully erect now; that was a desirable state for Jennifer, because she needed more than just a few fingers to satisfy her wants and desires. She got off the arm of the chair and straddled her legs over Jake’s pelvis.
With her knees firmly planted on either side of his hips, hovering above his erect member, Jake made a move to thrust his hips upwards.
Jennifer blocked him.
“I am going to let you inside of me,” whispered Jennifer, “but only as my sex toy. That’s because that is all you really are, just one big dildo. That’s all you are to me, anyway.”
Jennifer grasped Jake’s rock-hard erection in one hand and, steadying herself with the other, teased it around the opening of her slit.
Jake felt her wetness on the head of his erection. He let out a little gasp, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.
“So, you are more than just an animal?”
Jake opened his eyes and nodded yes.
Jennifer eased the head of Jake’s cock into her slightly and used it to pleasure herself further. This was her fantasy, and she enjoyed the foreplay.
Jennifer started getting off with Jake’s rock-hard erection, stimulating herself where she wanted to, and as soon as she got close to feeling more than aroused, she wasted no time in taking Jake fully inside of her.
He let out a moan, while Jennifer sighed with happiness. He filled her up entirely; the feeling of putting him inside of her, rather than the other way around, made her thighs quiver a little bit.
She leaned forward and looked Jake in the eye. She thrust her hips slightly, and he winced with pleasure. It was powerful to have a man like Jake totally at her mercy for pleasure, and Jennifer reveled in it. She pushed down on him as far as she could go, and then she rode him.
She felt the sensations between her thighs that signaled she would come soon, so she pushed down on Jake harder.
As she drew near to her orgasm, Jennifer’s breath grew quicker.
Jake was biting his lower lip.
Her orgasm started small, but soon she was coming hard, and the shuddering of her orgasm completely took over.
She had forgotten about Jake, who was tensing up and shooting his load inside her.
Jennifer had also forgotten about everything else going on around her until she heard the door to Dr. Prentice’s office open. Dr. Prentice was walking toward the reception area with Jake, the patient she had been fantasizing about.
Flustered, Jennifer opened a drawer and pretended to look for something.
Dr. Prentice looked at Jennifer curiously.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Jennifer, “I was upset because I thought I had lost a file, but here it is.”
“Well, would you schedule Jake for an appointment in two weeks?”
“Of course,” replied Jennifer, “my pleasure.”
When Jake left the office, Jennifer cooled down and thought about her fantasy. She had never been so explicit in her fantasies before, and certainly nothing with costumes. But there it was, and she enjoyed it. Was she thinking like that because of this new environment in the office? Or had she been like that all along?