Date: Wed, 5 May 2010 23:26:35 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: PC Support

PC Support F/F Bnd by Laura Lynn Davis
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After I graduated from college I went to work in the PC  Support area of a
large financial services company. I was twenty-two years old  and one of a
half-dozen women working in the unit which had a total of fifteen  employees.
I was the youngest and I'm not bragging when I say I was clearly the  best
looking woman in the group. It's not that I'm extraordinarily pretty; there
 just wasn't that much competition.
I was also the only Asian in the group, male or female.  My name is Grace
Wu and I was born in Vietnam but raised in California.  My parents were one
of the many Chinese  families to leave Vietnam in the late 1970s. I was born
in February 1978 and my parents left Vietnam in August. We lived in
California for ten years before moving east to  be closer to my father's
brother who was living in Boston at the  time.
My parents effectively disowned me when I was a senior in  college. My
father announced that he'd found a husband for me and was stunned  when I
informed him that I wouldn't go thought with the marriage. Nice Chinese
girls don't defy their fathers that way. He was even more stunned when I
told  him I wouldn't marry any man he found. "However, if you find me a
nice Chinese girl..."
Needless to say, my father didn't see the humor in it and  I was packed off
back to school the next morning. Actually, I had no interest in  finding a
nice Chinese girl. My tastes ran to Caucasian girls, tall taut-bodied
blondes with long sleek legs, to be more specific. I stood 5' 5" barefoot and
weighed 116 pounds. I was a slender tomboy with short black hair, big brown
eyes, and a smooth amber complexion, but I was a pretty tomboy with nice
slim  legs and a tight little butt that looked good in tight  pants.
Anyway, after college I found the job I mentioned before  and settled down
in a nice little apartment just a few miles from the office. I  liked the
work, liked the people, and, except for a terrible social scene, liked  the
area. Openly gay bars were few, those that catered to lesbians fewer still.
By fall I was still living a mostly celibate existence and I was getting
cranky.  Mr. Happy wasn't doing it for me emotionally and the cost of batteries
was  astronomical!
Then, in late September, I was crawling around under a  desk on Friday
afternoon, checking the wiring, when I heard a female voice say,  "If you're
going to get down on the floor like that you might want to wear pants  or
jeans."
I backed out from under the desk and looked around. A  blonde woman in her
mid-twenties was sitting on a chair in the next  cubicle.  She was wearing a
very  short skirt that showed a lot of thigh, a lot of very nice thigh. She
smiled and  said, "Hi, I'm Stacy Hill. That's my desk you're  under."
"Oh, hi. Grace Wu. The help desk sent me to check your  connectivity." I
shook Stacy's hand and then I went back under her desk to  replace her
network cable. I was very conscious of the fact that she was sitting  there
watching. When I finished replacing the cable she was able to connect to  the
network and log in. Problem solved.
Stacy gave me a dazzling smile. "Thanks! I haven't been  able to get a
thing done this morning."
I was about to make a move when I noticed the wedding  band on her left
hand. I mumbled something appropriate and turned to go.  "Wait." I stopped and
turned toward her.  "Can I buy you a drink after work? To thank you."
I glanced pointedly at her left hand and said, "Thanks,  but there's no
need. I'm sure your husband will be expecting you at  home."
She grinned. "I'm not married. I just wear this for  protection from the
wolves."
"In that case, I'd love to have a drink." We discussed  where and when for
a couple of moments and finally agreed to meet at a sports  bar not far
from the office. "See you at 5:30." I turned and left, practically  skipping
down the aisle.
The day passed quickly and at exactly 5:30 I walked in  the bar and found
Stacy sitting at both in the back. A couple of guys were  hitting on her but
as I approached they glanced at me, shook their heads, and  walked away.
Stacy got up and intercepted me before I reached the booth. "Let's  go, I
think I just wore out our welcome." She grabbed my arm and hurried me back
toward the door.
When we were outside I asked her what she'd said to them.  She shrugged. "
I just told them that I didn't think you'd like me dating men."  We
laughed. "Follow me, I know another bar that's not too far.  I'm driving that blue
Accord."
So I followed her to another bar called Raven's. It was a  quiet little
place, not a gay bar, but Stacy told me that a lot of women, gay  and straight,
preferred it because the owner enforced a strict code of  tolerance.
Anybody violating it was banned for  life.
I glanced at her as we walked to the door. "Which group  do you fit into?
Gay or straight?"
She shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe you'll help me find  out."
We went inside and sat down at the bar. After we ordered  we chatted about
work while waiting for our drinks. After they came our  discussion became
more personal. I told Stacy a little about my family and  myself. And she told
me about leaving her bridegroom at the altar because she  wasn't certain of
her own sexuality. She had just turned twenty-five and had  been at the
company for just a year.  At one point, I put my hand on her knee and made a
face.  "What?"
I smiled. "I just hate the feel of nylon. I much prefer  smooth bare skin."

She glanced down at her lap. "Would you like me to take  my pantyhose off?"

I nodded. "Oh, yes. I'd like that a lot." As she slid off  her stool I
leaned close and whispered, "Your panties,  too."
She glanced at me and blushed. She walked away without a  word and was gone
for almost five minutes. When she got back she slid onto her  stool and her
skirt rode high on her sleek, bare thighs. I put my hand on her  knee and
squeezed gently. "Very nice! What took you so  long?"
She blushed again. "I had to think about what you  asked."
"And?"
She took a sip of her drink. "I took them  off."
I was elated! She was submissive. "Good. Give them  to me."
She glanced around. "Here?  Now?"
I nodded. "Here. Now. Give them to  me."
She opened her purse and took her panties out, balling  them up in her
hand. She passed them over and I held them in my hand for a  moment. They were
damp and I knew she'd been aroused before she took them off. I  handed them
back. "Go back and stuff them up inside  yourself."
She stared at me wide-eyed for a moment. Then she slid  off her stool and
disappeared. When she returned she glanced at me and blushed  furiously. "I'
ve never done anything like this!" Her voice was low, barely  audible above
the music.
I stroked her smooth thigh, enjoying the soft warm feel  of her skin under
my palm. "When they're good and wet I'm going to take them out  and put
them in your mouth."
She shook her head and whispered, "No." But her voice  lacked conviction
and I knew she wouldn't resist. Not too much, anyway. We  continued to talk,
exchanging personal information  mostly.
After another drink I glanced at her. "Are they good and  wet?"
She hesitated, and then nodded. "Yes. They're soaked. I  can feel it."
I stood up and threw some money on the bar. "Let's go  then."
She followed me outside and we walked over to her car.  She stood there,
facing the car, her hands resting on the fender, while I lifted  her skirt
from behind and eased my forefinger into her pussy.  I pulled her panties out
and they were  soaked with pussy juice. She refused to open her mouth until I
told her I'd  spank her right there in the parking lot. When she opened up
I pushed the  panties into her mouth and watched her eyes widen in surprise
as she tasted  herself for the first time. She clamped her mouth shut and
nodded when I asked,  "Taste good?"
I had her follow me to my apartment. I told her she could  take the panties
out of her mouth as soon as we were on the road. At my place, I  parked in
my space and walked over to the visitor's parking area. It was just  getting
dark. Stacy rolled her window down as I approached. "I'm not sure I want
to do this."
I leaned against the car and glanced down at her. She  tugged her skirt
down as much as she could. "Don't want to do what? Be  submissive or be with a
woman?" Her black thong panties were lying on the  passenger seat.
"Either. Both. I'm just not sure." She glanced up at me  with a pleading
look. "Do you understand?"
"Sure, I understand. Go home, little girl." I turned and  walked away
without looking back.
"Wait, please!"
I ignored her and continued walking, but I was smiling. I  heard her car
door open and close and then the sound of rapid footsteps. I wiped  the smile
off my face just before she grabbed my arm. "Wait. Give me another  chance.
Please."
I glanced down at her hand and she released me and took a  step back. "
Another chance for what?"
She dropped her eyes. "Another chance to be ... your ....  uh .... your
friend."
I shook my head. "I don't want a friend. I want a  submissive girlfriend.
A totally submissive slut."
She stepped back as if I'd slapped her.  "Noooo."
I shrugged. "Then go home and be  safe."
I started to turn away but stopped when she said,  "Wait.
Please." I turned back. "What do you want me to  do?"
I grinned. "Beg."
Her eyes widened and she began to shake her head. But she  didn't say
anything.
"On your knees." I paused for a second.  "Naked."
She glanced around. We were about ten feet from the back  door of my
building. Most tenants didn't use it because it was too far from the  elevator. I
used it because running up the back stairs to the fourth floor was  good
exercise. It was fairly well lit but there wasn't anybody around.  "Here?"
I nodded. "Here. You have ten  seconds."
She stared at me for a moment and then she kicked off her  shoes and began
to unbutton her blouse. It took longer than ten seconds for her  to be on
her knees, naked, begging me to give her a chance. I walked up to her  and
stroked her hair. "Good girl. Get up and put your skirt and blouse  on."
She obeyed and didn't hesitate when I told her to leave  her blouse
unbuttoned. She picked up her shoes and bra and carried them in one  hand as she
followed me inside and up the stairs to the fourth floor. She was  puffing
slightly when she reached the landing on the fourth floor so I knew I'd  have
to get her working out to get her into shape. I waited for her and when she
stepped onto the landing I deliberately pushed her blouse aside and fondled
her  firm, bare tits.  She was a good 34c  and her pink, perfect nipples
were very sensitive.  She closed her eyes and moaned as they  hardened against
the palms of my hands. She blushed as I handled her and  whispered, "What if
someone comes?"
I smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. "It's not  your concern. You'
re mine now. I'm responsible for your behavior, not  you."
She blushed as I lifted her tits, squeezing gently, to  test their weight
and firmness. "I feel like such a  slut!"
"You are a slut. My slut." I turned and opened the fire  door, holding it
for her. She walked past me, her bare tits bouncing nicely with  each step.
We walked down the hall to my apartment and I made her strip  completely
again before I let her inside. I know she expected me to rape her the  moment
the door was closed and locked so I confused her by treating her like any
other guest. I showed her around and offered her a drink. She accepted a cup
of  tea, with milk and sugar. I made two cups and we settled down on the
sofa. It  was a very normal scene if you discounted the fact that she was  nude.
Her body was excellent. She was carrying about ten extra  pounds but I knew
I could work that off of her in short order. She was on the  borderline
between very pretty and beautiful. The only think that held her back  was her
slightly too-wide mouth and her slightly crooked nose. But I thought  these
gave her face character and made her more attractive than if she'd been
perfect. She told me her nose had been broken in college, during a basketball
game.
As our discussion continued she seemed to relax. She sat  back on the sofa
and began talking about how much she disliked her supervisor. I  noticed
that she was careful to keep her knees together, something else I was
determined to change. Then she called her supervision a fucking bitch and I saw  an
opportunity to test my control. I stood up and said, "I don't like hearing
that language.  Come with  me."
She put her cup down and stood up. "Why? Where are we  going?"
I slapped her, a light slap but one that stunned her. She  held her hand to
her face as she followed me across the room. "We're going to  the bathroom
where I'm going to wash your mouth out with  soap."
"You've got to be kidding!"
I turned and slapped her again. "Be quiet. You've got a  lot to learn."
That was the moment where she could have rebelled and decided she  wasn't
going to obey. But when I turned and continued on to the bathroom s  followed,
docile and silent. I knew then that I had won. I had her sit on the  toilet,
straddling it, facing the wall, gripping the edge of the seat with her
strong thighs. "Clasp your hands behind your back and don't let go or I'll
punish you severely."
She obeyed and sat there staring at the wall in silence  while I ran warm
water over a bar of Ivory soap. When it was good and wet I  grabbed her
ponytail with one hand and pulled her head back until she was  staring straight
up at the ceiling. I could see tears welling up in her eyes.  "Open your
mouth." She hesitated and I hissed, "Open it or I'll pinch your nose  and force
you." She blinked a couple of times and then her mouth opened, slowly,
reluctantly, but it opened. I pushed the bar of soap into her mouth and moved
it  around, rubbing it against her teeth and tongue while she gagged and
spluttered.  Finally, I made her  bite off a little corner and chew it. She
obeyed and sat there with tears of  humiliation streaming down her cheeks.  Her
hands were still tightly clasped behind her back. She was mine to  command,
to use, to abuse, as I saw fit.
I made her wait five minutes before I gave her permission  to rinse her
mouth. I sat on the edge of the tub and watched her closely for the  entire
time. She sat quietly, staring at the wall and I saw from her expression  that
she was totally cowed, all signs of rebellion gone. To make sure, after she
rinsed her mouth, I said, "We might as well clean the other end out too.
Get  down on your knees while I fill the enema bag."
I left her there on her knees while I went to the kitchen  to fill the
enema bag. I filled it with two quarts of warm water after putting  in a
teaspoon of liquid hand soap. When I returned I hung the bag from the  shower rod
and rolled up the bath mat in case of an accident. I had her  stretched out
on her belly, feet toward the tub, and then draw her knees up  under her
belly until her butt was raised at a convenient angle. I admired her  firm,
round buttocks for a long moment before I crouched and spread them with  one
hand. I heard her moan as I gazed at her tightly puckered little anus. It  was
a beige rosette, perfectly round and lovely to look  at.
I dipped my finger in an open jar of petroleum jelly and  spread some over
her anus. She moaned and whispered, "God! This is so  embarrassing." I
ignored her. I didn't have to lubricate her anus. I could have  just dipped the
nozzle in the petroleum jelly but this was more interesting,  more
humiliating. She whimpered as I pushed my finger into her rectum and spread  the
petroleum jelly around the inside rim of her  anus.
Finally, I slipped the nozzle into her ass and released  the clamps. She
whimpered as the warm, soapy water flooded her rectum.  The bag was barely
half-empty when she  whispered, "Please, stop it. I can't take anymore." I
ignored her and the water  continued to flow.  I reached under  and rubbed her
swelling abdomen. She groaned and whimpered until the bag was  empty.
I slipped the nozzle out of her ass after warning her to  clench and hold.
She groaned but she obeyed. I made her kneel up straight and  hold for five
minutes while I fondled her big, firm tits and stroked her thighs.  I licked
and sucked her nipples, purposely arousing her to distract her from her
discomfort. When the full five minutes had passed I said, "Go and sit on the
toilet." She got up and hurried the four steps to the toilet, hunched over,
groaning. She saw that I wasn't going to leave and she began to cry. She
voided  her bowels in an explosive rush, sobbing in total humiliation. I left
her then  and let her clean herself in private.
I went into my bedroom and slipped my clothes off. When  she came out of
the bathroom she found me on the sofa, watching CNN, wearing a  short silk
robe. She walked into the living room with a hesitant look on her  face. I
patted the sofa cushion and she came and sat down next to me, curling  her legs
up under her and letting her head rest on my shoulder. "Are you  okay?"
She nodded and whispered, "Yes, thank  you."
"Tell me your reaction to what's happened  tonight."
I heard her sigh gently and she didn't answer right away.  I didn't push
it. She slipped her hand inside my robe and let it rest on my  belly. "While
things were happening I felt awful. I was embarrassed and totally
humiliated. I hated what you were doing while you were doing it." She paused and
took a deep breath. "But now, looking back, thinking about it, arouses me. What
 arouses me even more is the thought of you doing it again. And I get
aroused by  what you might do - spank me, fuck me..." She paused and glanced at
me with a  frightened look. "Sorry! I forgot I'm not supposed to use
four-letter  words."
I turned my head and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll  let it go this
time, slut."
She shivered. "Thank you. I've never been with a woman  but the idea of
having sex with you, being forced to have sex with you, excites  me."
I chuckled. "Are you wet?"
She nodded, "Yes, very wet."
"Show me."
She hesitated for a moment and then dipped her left hand  between her legs.
When she withdrew it her middle finger glistened with cunt  juice. I
nodded. "Clean it with your tongue."
She lapped her cunt juice off her finger, clearly  enjoying the act and the
taste. When she was done her head returned to my  shoulder and her left
hand found my belly again. "I like it when you call me  slut. And other names."

I grinned. "What names?"
"Slave. Whore. Cunt. Bitch. Cocksucker." She giggled. "I  suppose those
days are over."
I nodded. "Yes, your cocksucking days are over. You're a  licker now."
She began to rub my belly and I sighed with pleasure.  Then I sat up and
pushed her hand away before I lost control of the situation. I  made her get
down on her belly and lick my feet to demonstrate her complete  submission.
She clearly wanted to refuse but didn't dare to do so. I wished she  had
because I dearly wanted to spank her. I wanted to make her cry. I wanted to
hear her beg for mercy.
It suddenly hit me. I didn't need an excuse. I grabbed  her ponytail and
pulled her up and over my lap. I spanked her until she was  sobbing and
pleading for mercy. The only reason I stopped was because my hand  was hurting.
Her ass was red and the tears were streaming down her face when I  sent her to
kneel in the corner while she regained her  composure.
She stayed on her knees for almost ten minutes before she  stopped crying
and rubbing her butt. I made her come back on her belly,  crawling, and she
had carpet burns on her knees afterward. She licked my feet  and asked what
she'd done wrong. "Please, tell me.  I'll be a good girl but I need to know
what I did wrong."
I nudged her with my foot. "Get up her and stretch out on  the sofa." I
positioned her on her belly with her head resting in my lap and I  rubbed her
back gently while I explained that she hadn't done anything wrong. "I  just
wanted to hear you cry and beg for mercy."
She lifted her head and stared at me in silence for a  moment.
Then she put her head down and lay there while I  continued to rub her
back. Her skin was soft and silky and I enjoyed touching  her. After a while she
fell asleep and I watched the news while continuing to  rub her back and
buttocks. She slept for an hour and when she woke up she looked  up and me and
whispered, "Please, I want sex."
I took her to bed and made love to her with my fingers  and tongue. She
arched her back and screamed wordlessly as she came. Her body  was marvelously
responsive. Just the touch of my tongue on the soft skin high on  the inside
of her thigh made her whimper with pleasure. I teased her to the edge  of
orgasm several times, backing off each time until she was sobbing in
frustration, running her hands through my hair, frantically begging me to let  her
come. When I nipped her clit gently her body trembled in a spasm of pure
pleasure as an intense orgasm rocked her. Later, I tried something I'd heard
but  never believed. Someone had told me that a woman could reach orgasm by
just  having her tits fondled. I never did but Stacy did.  It took a while,
about twenty minutes,  but she finally came just from having her tits fondled
and her nipples licked  and sucked. She told me it wasn't as intense as a
vaginal orgasm but it was  still pleasurable.
At one a.m. I patted her butt and suggested she go home.  She shook her
head sleepily. "Don't want to go home!" She burrowed under the  covers and I
let her be. After all, neither of us had to get up and go to work  in the
morning. I hadn't been sleeping too well since moving into the apartment  but
with Stacy there I slept like a baby. I woke up once during the night. Stacy
was curled up next to me, her head on my pillow, her breath warm on my
neck, her  left hand cupping my vulva. Her middle finger was inside me. I
wiggled against  her hand and then fell back to sleep.
In the morning I woke to the smell of freshly brewed  coffee.
I slipped my robe on and stumbled into the kitchen. Stacy  was sitting at
the kitchen table reading the paper. She was wearing the blouse  she'd worn
to work the previous day. She looked up and smiled. "Can I get you a  cup of
coffee?"
I sat down and groaned when I saw that it was only  7:30.
"Yes, please. Why in God's name are you up this early?"  Then an awful
suspicion bloomed in my mind. "You're a morning  person!"
She grinned as she place a full cup down in front of  me.
"Guilty as charged. You make it sound like it's on a par  with being an
axe murderer!"
I shook my head. "No, it's much worse! At least axe  murders are human.
That hasn't been proved about morning people." She giggled  and I shook my
head. "Remind me to beat you later." I sipped the coffee and  found that it
was excellent. I sighed with pleasure and set the cup down  carefully.
She was standing nearby. I smiled up at her and said,  "Coffee's
excellent! All your sins are forgiven. Come here." She came and leaned  against my
chair, her hip bumping my arm. I slipped my hand under her shirt and  caressed
her bare buttocks. I took another sip of coffee while I fondled her.  Then
I glanced up and said, "I want you naked unless I tell you to put something
on." She nodded and immediately removed her shirt, tossing it onto the
counter  behind her.
I patted her bottom and said, "Go. Sit. Enjoy your coffee  while it's hot."
 She went and sat and sipped her coffee while we chatted. Except  for her
being naked we could have been any two roommates chatting over  coffee.
At one point I smiled at her over my cup and she said,  "What?
Why are you smiling at me like  that?"
I grinned. "I was just smiling because you have such  beautiful big tits."
She blushed. "Do you really think they're  beautiful?"
I nodded. "Them and you."
She blushed. "May I ask you a question?" I nodded and  sipped my coffee. "
What happened to your pubic hair? You're too smooth there to  have shaved or
had it waxed."
"Laser treatment. It's expensive and painful but once  you're done you're
done. Forever." I let her think about it for a moment.  "I'd want to have
you done if you decide  to accept me as your master."
She frowned. "I thought I did that last  night?"
I nodded. "You did but I want to be fair and give you a  chance to
reconsider in the cold light of day."
She sipped her coffee and her eyes wandered around the  room.
"That's very fair of you." She put her cup down and  slipped off her
chair. She came to me on her belly and licked my feet. After a  moment she
paused. "Is this answer enough?"
I leaned forward and ruffled her hair, "Yes, it is. Now  go back and finish
your coffee. It might be your last opportunity to sit on  chair and drink
out of a cup." She scurried back to her chair and sat down. We  sat and drank
our coffee in silence for a few minutes; each of us content with  the way
things had turned out.
After we finished I took her back to bed and fucked her  with a strap-on,
doggy-style, while she lay on her belly with her hands laced  behind her
neck. It was a very submissive position and she seemed to enjoy it.  She
obediently cleaned the dildo with her mouth afterward.  Then I stretched out on the
bed, keeping  her on her belly in the same position. "What do you want out
of this  relationship, Stacy?"
She didn't answer right away and I ran my finger down her  spine and down
the crease between her buttocks. She shivered. "Ummm, that feels  so good!
What I want is to be protected, taken care of, told what to do and when  to do
it. I want mind-boggling sex. I want pain and humiliation. I want to be
owned and used." She paused and I saw tears in her eyes. "I want someone to
care about me." Her voice was barely audible. "I want someone to love  me."
I smiled. I think I can handle all of that.
The End