The New Dog by Orlando, Femdom
So what if this young man can't do the job he was hired to do. Perhaps there will be another role for him in Kathy's life.

Copyright (c) 2008 by Orlando, all rights reserved, Not For Sale

       “Miss Rice, Brian Johnson is here to see you.”

       “Thank you, Mary.  Please show him in and close the door.  We are not to be disturbed.”

       “Yes, Miss Rice,” Mary said, holding the door for Brian and then shutting it behind her.

       Kathy Rice was a business owner who ran her company with an iron hand.  Thirty years old and wildly successful she could be ruthless at getting what she wanted and she was fairly certain she wanted Brian.  She watched him enter the room and stop.

       “You wanted to see me, Miss Rice,” Brian said hesitantly.

       “Yes, Brian I did.  Come over here and stand in front of my desk.”

       Moving like a lamb to the slaughter Brian walked to her desk and waited for her to speak.

       “We have a problem, Brian,” she said.  “You are not working out and I am going to have to let you go.”

       As Brian’s worst fears were realized his mind spun off into a haze of self pity and despair.   He tried to talk but could only choke out a few agonizing sputters.

       “Oh god nooo…please…please, Miss Rice…”

       “I don’t have anything for you here, Brian.  I need you to clear out your desk and leave,” she said sternly while watching his reaction for the signs she was hoping for.

       “No, Miss, please don’t let me go.  I’ll do anything.  I won’t be able to get another job and I’ll lose my apartment and…oh god, please,” he said with tears running down his cheeks.

       It seemed that her feelings about his malleability might be correct.  It was time to test the waters.  Moving around her desk to stand in front of him she looked him right in the eyes with a cruel stare and asked, “Anything?”

       “Yes, Miss Rice,” he whispered, “anything.”

       “Get down on your knees and kiss my shoes,” she said matter-of-factly.

       “Whaaat?”

       “You heard me, Brian, do it now or get out.”

       Brian slowly sank to his knees, bent his head and reluctantly kissed her shoes.  A flash of pleasure hit her groin as she recognized that her assessment of Brian was right on the money.  Now to lead him down the path.

       “Good start, Brian,” she laughed, “maybe I do have something for you after all.”

       Brian felt a glimmer of hope and continued to kiss her feet ever more lovingly.  She let him continue for a few moments and then walked back and sat at her desk.

       “Crawl under my desk, Brian,” she said forcefully.

       His head came up and he started to question her but the look on her face stopped him.  He crawled around the desk and wedged himself under it.  From his new vantage point he could see right up her dress.

       “Oh my god,” he thought, “she isn’t wearing any panties.”

       His dick sprang to attention and all of the lustful thoughts he harbored for her came rushing back.  She was a very sexy woman and many times he had dreamed of being in this position.  Well, not exactly this position but at least between her legs.

       “Lick me, Brian,” she ordered.

       He moved to the heaven that opened before him and was lost.  In some recess of his brain he heard the office door open but he was on a mission now and didn’t waver.

       “Mary, I…I… told you I wasn’t to be disturbed,” Kathy Rice said crossly while trying to maintain her composure.  Brian’s tongue was like magic.

       “I’m sorry, Miss Rice, but they need your signature on this contract right now,” Mary said contritely.

       “Oh…um…ok, but…oh…uh, give to me,” she stammered.

       “Is something wrong, Ma’am?” Mary asked with concern.

       She was so worked up from Brian’s tongue she couldn’t think straight.  She slashed her signature on the document, handed it back to Mary and said, “No…I’m…uh, fine.  Leave and I mean it this time.  Do not come in here again.”

       “Where did Mr. Johnson go?” Mary asked on her way out of the door.

       “Shit…damit, Mary, I…I fired him and he left by... my…oh…private entrance.  Now, please, just fucking leave!”

       Kathy’s orgasm hit as the door slammed.  The danger of almost getting caught had added to the thrill and the peaks were massive.  When sanity returned she gazed down fondly on what she was sure was going to work out just as she planned.

       “Come out, Brian, but stay on your knees,” she said.  “I have an offer for you.”

       Brian looked up at the powerful woman towering above him with trepidation.  After all he had just heard her tell her secretary that he was fired. 

       “What kind of an offer?” he wondered.

       “Brian, I just sold my old dog and I need a new one,” Kathy said sweetly.

       “Um, I don’t understand, Miss Rice.  Do you want me to buy you a dog?”

       “No, Brian, I mean I have a position for a dog.”

       “A position?”

       “Yes, Brian,” she said, “I want to offer you a position as my new dog.”

       “Position…dog…” Brian stammered.

       “Yes, Brian, I want you to be my dog.  You would live with me.  No more worries about rent.  The position doesn’t pay anything but you would have uh…fringe benefits like what you just did.”

       Brian’s thoughts were whirling around like they were in a clothes dryer.  “Live with her as her dog?  Fringe benefits?  No more rent?  Fringe benefits?  Live with her? Dog?  Fringe benefits?”

       The mantra hammered at his head but the one message he kept coming back to was that he would have access to that delectable pussy that he had just pleasured.  The dog part sounded kind of strange but pussy won.

       “Um…I guess so, Miss Rice,” he said haltingly.

       She moved to where he could look up her skirt to that triangle of pleasure that was driving his thinking and said, “No guessing, Brian, it’s either yes or leave now.”

       “Yes, Miss Rice, I want to…um…be your…uh…dog.”

       “Splendid,” she gushed, “take off your clothes.”

       “What?”

       “Your clothes, Brian, dogs don’t wear clothes.”

       “But…”

       “But nothing,” she barked, “take off your clothes now!”

       Brian removed his clothing and knelt in front of her waiting for her next move.  His dick was painfully erect and begging for relief.  He watched amazed, as she took a thick collar out of her drawer and buckled it around his neck.

       “You are my dog now, Brian, and from now on you will answer to ‘Scamper’, do you understand?”

       “Y…”  Brian’s world dissolved as a fierce band of pain wrapped itself around his neck, leaving him writhing on the floor.

       “Dogs don’t talk, Scamper,” she cautioned.  “In fact, my dogs don’t even bark.  That is an obedience collar on your neck.  It not only will shock you if you try to make a sound but I can also use this remote if you don’t obey.  Nod your head if you understand.”

       Brian nodded his head but he didn’t really understand.  He had thought that he would be living with her as a pretend dog.  That collar had hurt and there was nothing pretend about it.

       “Good.  Now get up on the table so I can finish outfitting you,” she said.

       Brian climbed on the table wondering what else she had in mind.  She got another item from the drawer and walked behind him and started forcing something over his penis.

       “I know that new little dogs like you think it’s okay to play with their doggie dicks,” she chuckled, “but real dogs don’t masturbate so I’m putting this cage over your thingy so you can’t touch it.  If you’re a good doggie perhaps someday I’ll breed you.  Won’t that be a special treat?”

       Brian’s mind shifted ahead in time to picture how his new life was going to be.  He was going to be living with this beautiful, desirable, attractive, stunning woman with access to her charms, at least with his tongue, and not be able to pleasure himself.  The hell of that opened before him like the mouth of a sperm whale preparing to swallow him whole.

       “All set, Scamper,” she chuckled, “now get back under my desk.  You have a lot of work to do to keep me relaxed while I finish up here.  Then I’ll take you to your new kennel.  Oooh, I’m going to love having a new dog!”