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Title: Tigers and Bears, Oh My!
Author: Euryleia Rider
Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com
Codes: F/f, D/s, job, humiliation, reluctant
Copyright 2008
The next few weeks just flew by. Sue was hard pressed not to gloat whenever her team won but she was glad she had refrained when her team had two consecutive Fourth Quarter losses.
She was a little worried by the fact that Gwen’s team continued to find success on the gridiron. Cal was steamrolling the opposition and posting great numbers on the board. They were a shoo-in for a good bowl game and their BCS ranking just kept getting closer to LSU’s.
Football aside, the proprietary air that Gwen had assumed was making her very nervous. Take that morning for instance. Sue had gotten her hair styled after work the day before. When she came into work, Gwen stopped by her office.
“Nice cut.”
“Thank you.” Sue tossed her short cap of dark curls. “I glad you like it.”
“You know, soon you’ll need to be asking my permission first.”
Snapping her head up, Sue blurted, “Excuse me?”
“When you’re my slave, you won’t be making any more decisions. I’ll be the one telling you when and how you cut your hair.”
Sue stared at Gwen with her mouth open. “What? You…. uh…I,” she sputtered. Gathering her wits together, she said, “You’re pretty confident for someone whose team is doing the same as mine.”
“Sure, they’re currently very close on win-loss record. But you forget those 42-3 and 27-7 games that Berkeley had in the first weeks and the great games they’ve played lately. Do the math, babe.” Gwen winked at her and walked away.
Sitting at her desk, Sue’s mind whirled. Going online, she feverishly compared the records of both teams. Appalled by her findings, she leaned back in her chair, her mind spinning.
It was all there in black and white. LSU was just barely ahead on wins but, because of all the games that had been decided in the last minutes, the goal differential was very much in Berkeley’s favor. There were only two weeks left and Sue desperately needed wins or high scoring games if she had any hope of winning the wager.
“Give me growls, Mike,” she muttered, thinking about how tradition says that LSU will score a touchdown for every roar of the mascot before the game.
It was hard to concentrate with the specter of her loss hanging over her head but she knew that end of the year was fast approaching. She not only had several employee evaluations to complete but a great deal of document review.
As she worked on the paperwork, she noticed a trend. Since the day that she and Gwen had made the wager, her team’s rating had slipped. She had been distracted and not given her staff the usual amount of attention. They responded to the lessoning of her vigilance by slacking off, not realizing that, by easing up on their efforts, it was bound to affect their end of the year bonuses.
Sue could have kicked herself for being too wrapped up in the dangerous game with Gwen to realize what was happening and it was almost too late to fix it. She knew that some hands on management was required.
Anxiously, Sue went from cubicle to cubicle to personally speak with each of her staff. Instead of being her usual self and barking orders, she found herself close to begging them to straighten up and work harder.
Sue was very stressed by the time she left work. She was not used to feeling like she was at such a disadvantage in her interactions with subordinates. As she drove home, she pressed her thighs together and could feel the dampness of her panties.
Soon after reaching the sanctuary of her home, she called her sub over. Ever since the bet had been made, she had been almost desperate for release by evening. Several times, she had actually considered taking care of her needs while at work.
The worse thing was that the number of orgasms did not seem to lesson her need. No matter how many times she came, Sue had dark urges for something more.
Tricia let herself into the house and quickly disrobed in the foyer. She was barely naked before Sue came stalking down the hallway and pushed her to her knees.
“Lick me,” Sue ordered. She had taken off her pants when she had gotten home and had tried to bring herself off while she waited impatiently for Tricia to arrive. However, her orgasm had been elusive, hovering just out of reach.
She moaned as her sub’s talented tongue went to work. In just a few moments, Sue was close to coming. Her head fell forward and, from the corner of her eye, she spied a bag on the floor.
It was a distinctive bag from the nearby Italian restaurant. Normally, Sue would have been touched by the caring, thoughtfulness of her sub. Instead, she was filled with rage.
Stepping away from the kneeling woman, Sue asked, “What is that?”
“I stopped and picked up dinner.”
“What part of get over here now, includes a side trip to the store?”
Her fury quickly mounted and Sue grabbed a hold of Tricia’s hair. She dragged her into the living room and over to a specially built coffee table.
A gift from one of her first submissives, the low table had seen a lot of action. The sturdy table was designed take the weight of two people and stand up to a vigorous workout.
“Mistress, I’m sorry.” Tricia was scared. She had never seen her Domme so out of control.
Without a word, Sue pushed Tricia down onto the table on her stomach. Kneeling by the table, she strapped Tricia’s thighs to one set of legs and her outstretched arms to the other side. Crawling around the table, she repeated her actions.
Standing up, Sue stared down at the outstretched form. She liked Tricia’s pale skin for the way it colored so nicely and she intended to see all sorts of different shades tonight.
She strode into her bedroom and looked around for something to use. Sue thought about paying a visit to the Good Vibrations store or going down to Mr. S. Leather to buy something to use on Gwen. Running her finger over her belts, she grabbed a soft one and went back into the living room.
Tricia was pulling at the bonds that held her to the table. “Mistress, please. You’re scaring me.”
Sneering to herself at Tricia’s whining, Sue folded the belt in half. Not speaking a word of warning, she drew back her arm and began to land blow after blow on her sub’s ass.
At first, Tricia had tried to count and thank her Mistress for the punishment but she was soon reduced to tears and cries of pain. There was no let up in pace and power and Tricia was out of subspace and into pain when she finally cried out, “Yellow.”
Sue stopped and stood there panting. “What’s wrong?” she was able to ask once she had caught her breath.
“I don’t want bruises.”
“I do.” Sue grabbed a hold of Tricia’s hair and pulled her head up. She put her face right up to Tricia’s. “I like knowing that you’re wearing my mark.”
“Please, I have to work tomorrow.”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t want this.”
“But I do.” Sue picked up a gag and proceeded to spank her some more. Feeling particularly vindictive, she even spanked Tricia’s lower on her thighs where Sue knew that the short skirts Tricia wore as a waitress would reveal them.
Ignoring the pleas for mercy, Sue spanked her until her arm was sore. She finally released Tricia. Sue pushed her off the table and sat down on its surface.
It was warm from Tricia’s body and wet from her sweat. Sue was sweating herself from her exertion and she nudged the crying woman with her foot. At first, Tricia only huddled more tightly but then she looked up with tears glistening on her cheeks.
Opening her legs, Sue pointed between them. “Stop crying and get over here. I want your tongue,” she ordered.
Wincing, Tricia got up on her knees and tentatively stuck out her tongue. She was amazed that Sue was not very damp. Normally, Sue would be very wet from spanking her. Shrugging to herself, she applied herself to her task. To avoid another beating, she would soon have Sue crying in ecstasy.
Sue leaned back and her hands touched the cuffs. Taking hold of them, she allowed her mind to drift. Pulling on them, she thought about Gwen’s threat to top her and she had an almost immediate orgasm.
Her eyes opened wide in shock at her body’s response to the image of being a slave to her rival. Embarrassed by her hair trigger, she stood up and pulled on her pants. When she turned around, she saw Tricia staring at her.
“Go,” she commanded.
Tricia was in tears as she walked out. She knew that Sue had always been a mercurial Top but in the past several weeks she had become distant and cold. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been allowed an orgasm.
She flinched as she sat down in her car seat. Tricia was very upset that Sue had ignored her and instead had put even more bruises on her posterior. Taking a final glance at the house, she decided that she wouldn’t be available the next time Sue called.
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