Does this mean you love me?
By B. Wats
A submissive man good in bed. A powerful insatiable woman. Where will it end?


Part 1

At my work there were a number of department managers and I knew all of them
casually. I had worked there at least a few years and I was generally trusted
to do my work and maintain friendly relations with everyone so I wasn't
surprised at all when my manager assigned me to work with another manager, Ms.
Berry, on a two day project that was taking place at our facility.

Ms. Berry is a tall, large black woman with a commanding presence and forceful
manner of speaking. When she swept into our office she ignored me, as was
usual, and made conversation with my manager and another big-mouth employee
while I went about my daily routine. Finally she sought me out and informed me
we were off to do shopping for her project.

"OK," I said resignedly. I mean I all ready had my own work to do.

We left our offices and climbed into her Hummer which I always thought was an
excessive vehicle. Soon the shopping was done -- I offered my advice on a few
items -- and after going through checkout the greeter thanked us for our
visit.

"She thought we were a couple. Wouldn't that be something," Ms. Berry said in
her husky, domineering voice as the greeter waved us through.

Being white, many inches shorter than her, many pounds lighter, and carrying
her bags, I thought so too. Then I said, and still I don't know why, "I was
thinking the same thing. What if we were a couple." I emphasized the words "we
were".

She looked closely at me and said, "Really?".

We climbed into her Hummer and her large frame found its match in the large
vehicle. On the other hand I felt smaller than ever. Did I say something wrong
and would it be reported back to HR?

"I'll tell you what, how about if we get together for dinner after work some
day and talk about this some more," she finally said.

My heart started beating fast and I could feel my dick growing. "Sure I'd like
that," was all I could say.

Noting the movement in my pants, she scribbled a cross street and date on her
scratch pad and handed it to me. It was a nice enough area. "Get there early,"
she said, petting my knee suggestively, and we pulled back up to our building
to unpack and continue with the project. I tried to calm myself down and get
back to work and not think about our date until later.

That night I imagined Ms. Berry naked, pounding me, and I couldn't contain
myself. My dick made a mess and I was sweating.

A few nights later, following work, I took the bus to the corner on her note
and waited, checking my watch and nervous. After a few minutes her Hummer
pulled to a sudden stop, the door popped open and she commanded me to get in.

"Where's my flowers," she asked. I gulped and stared at her in fear. "That's
all right, I was just kidding. I'm actually glad you came on time and I've
made a special meal waiting for us back at my place. I hope you don't mind
we're eating in." Her vehicle was racing through side streets and between
lesser cars and pedestrians as if they were peasants.

I was just glad I hadn't done anything wrong. Yet. "I don't mind. What are we
having?"

"You," she said laughing. "No, I've made a chicken dish I've been eager to try
it out on someone. Are you hungry?"

"Starving," I said as we pulled into her condo's garage and the door slid down
behind us. What had I got myself into, I wondered.

Half way through the meal, chatting about work and the weather, she stopped
suddenly and asked me, "What kind of sex do you like best?"

I couldn't believe she was asking me this but it was something of a relief to
be able to tell her, up front, that I preferred the woman be on top during
lovemaking. She gets all the angles and positions to get the best possible,
most sustained climax, I believed. With the woman in control of sex she's also
freer to experiment and play out her sexual fantasies.

"I'm so glad to hear you say that," Ms. Berry said, "because that's the
position I've always secretly wanted but none of my previous boyfriends ever
seemed interested." She reached across the table and squeezed my wrist like
she was squeezing my dick and I knew I was falling in love.

With dinner done she poured some beer and we sat in her living room and talked
some more, me even telling her I really liked her. Seated she still towered
over me although I thought perhaps that was my imagination or secret desire to
be overpowered. She was much heavier than me and her large breasts seemed to
always be in my face as we sat talking and laughing together. Then she leaned
over and down, took my chin gently, and kissed me. I was a little nervous and
she could probably tell. She kissed me again and I must have made a primal
noise and then she pulled me up to her and smothered me in her lips for an
eternity.

We made out on her couch like teens. I may have been uncomfortable, pulled up
against gravity to her larger frame and demanding lips, but I ignored my own
discomfort to please her more.

Somehow she got her way with me, during our session on her couch, and she
stripped off my clothes and then her kisses suddenly involved her strong hand
grasping and yanking my dick like she owned it. I just lay and melted like a
limp rag doll while she forced me this way and that, kissing and stroking,
shoving me about til she found just the position that suited her best. And so
she continued her foreplay for many, many minutes, occasionally instructing my
hand to stroke the crotch of her pants, or squeezing my nipples, or biting my
neck, or grinding my mouth into the point her bra made beneath her top. With
her fully clothed and myself completely naked it was as if she owned me and
could abuse me in any way she desired and after nearly a half hour of her
attacking me this way she began breathing deeper and pulling me up and down,
up and down against her crotch until suddenly she stood up, throwing me to the
floor, and she undressed and pointed me to her bedroom. Now naked, her long
straight hair tangled, almost panting, nipples erect, tall, large and dark,
she seemed menacing and I obeyed her instinctively.

I climbed into her tall bed and lay on my back to welcome her and she mounted
me in a haze, holding her pussy over my throbbing dick, touching and letting
go, touching and prodding, until it fit carefully into her while she
lubricated. She pulled back up, came back down, and let it rip, quickly
finding her rhythm, pounding me as she learned what my dick was like. Her
large frame felt immensely warm and reassuring. I begged her and then sucked
one huge tit and then the other when she at last teasingly offered them to me.
She fell down on me, I exhaled, and she continued her assault, back and forth
but now laying full upon me, and my arms quickly reaching up and over her
broad shoulders and I held her backside as best I could since she was so much
larger than me while she pushed and pulled and it went on and on and on.

A point came where she sensed her release arriving and she sat herself upright
again, but still pushing up and down like a piston, and with all her massive
frame centered on my midsection my hips became immobilized. Her pussy began
its final contracting and releasing and my dick responded with wave after wave
of cum which just drove her coming further. And yet otherwise I couldn't move
my midsection so all the motion associated with coming was bottled up into
just my dick, alone, pulsating in her pussy, and the sensation was heaven.

At long last she collapsed on me, spent, kissing me again. I promised to be
her slave forever and she seemed somehow to imagine the possibilities of an
endless sexual fantasia totally at her command. "I know," she said, lifting
slightly to swirl her sweaty pussy against my now limp dick.

Part 2

Now I thought about Ms. Berry and my love for her all the time but I didn't
hear any more from her and I began to worry what I had done wrong. At least
everything work-wise was normal so Ms. Berry probably hadn't reported me there
for sexual assault or anything.

Then early the next week she appeared in our office again discussing business
matters with my manager. My thoughts raced about our romance, was it all in my
mind, and I had to fight to focus on work.

After some time she appeared unexpectedly behind me, in my cubicle, and spoke
in her imperial way, "I want to thank you for your help last week again. I
couldn't have done it all without you." Her fingers, unseen by anyone else,
moved quickly up the back of my neck.

I was electrified. "Thank you Ms. Berry," I said but as I turned she was
already on her way out.

It tormented me for days after that as well. I couldn't piece it together and
I wished she would make up another project for us. Did she like me and she was
playing cool? Was she finished with me and her visit to my cube was her
version of a good bye kiss? I was afraid to call her office since our business
protocol didn't allow casual messages, calls or emails. I honestly didn't know
where her condo really was or her private cell number to contact her at home.
My mind raced in circles.

Soon after that all the employees were attending an after-work affair.
Miserably I went too and then I saw Ms. Berry across the crowded room talking
with a black dude I'd never seen before and I assumed he was her date and I
was crushed. I sat on my stool alone, drinking, wondering what I would do now
that Ms. Berry was gone.

Coming out of the men's room at some point in the evening a large hand grabbed
me and pulled me into a spare room. It was Ms. Berry, alone, and she was
mysteriously pulling a rubber glove onto one hand. She signalled me to hush,
undid my pants, reached a hand into the front of my trousers to grab my dick
and the other gloved hand reached behind me to finger my rectum. Her bigger,
taller frame enveloped me and I felt safe again, at least for the moment.
While she manipulated me she whispered, "He's a business contact, don't worry
about him. You and me are going to have a lot more sex together though. Just
be patient but never tell anyone, especially at work, about us."

Still I whimpered between spasms, "Ms. Berry ... please ... fuck ... me ...
again." The gloved finger probing my rectum and her vise-like up and down
grasp on my dick quickly had the desired effect with cum everywhere and me
convulsing in her arms. She kissed my forehead and then exited the room before
I could say anything. After I stopped shaking I cleaned myself a little with a
towel I found, buckled myself up but worried about a stain on my trousers, and
snuck out of the building to catch a bus home.

I guess she loves me after all.

Part 3

Ms. Berry left me a note, with an address this time, inviting me back to her
condo on a Friday evening and I assumed it was a date. When I arrived however,
she instructed me to strip naked and then announced her Tall Executive Womens'
club was meeting at her place later and I would be serving catered snacks and
appetizers. My excitement turned to puzzlement.

She explained I must be naked so she could easily watch over me as I would
certainly get an erection if I started flirting with another woman and my
erections may only occur with her approval. I got the idea that Ms. Berry was
protective of me which made me feel loved and so I agreed. Otherwise I thought
I hid my disappointment that there would be no date with just the two of us
well. I needed desparately to make our relation work and I knew I was going to
submit to her will many more times in the future.

Among the tall women executives I was short, naked and vulnerable. Still I
tried to perform my duties, taking my tray from group to group, and mostly it
seemed easy for them to ignore me.

The party was well underway when one tall, leggy beauty, taking a treat from
my tray, exclaimed, "Well what have we here," and cupped my ass cheeks,
stingingly, with one giant hand. My erection was immediate like a crane
reaching up to the sky and Ms. Berry, across the room, frowned and broke off
her discussion to scold me.

"I told you no erections until I approve, didn't you understand me," she said
in front of her amused guests. I flushed with embarassment, the erection
dropping as quick as it came, and said I was sorry.

"Sorry is not enough. Come with me." I followed her into a guest bedroom again
to the amusement of her club and she ordered me onto the bed. "On your back."
She quickly pulled some belts and ropes from a closet, tied me to the bed, and
said, "Let this be a lesson. I mean what I say. The woman you flirted with is
a powerful executive with the city and I can't allow you or anyone to get in
the way of our good relationship. Therefore, as punishment, I'll invite her in
here to have her way with you. Do you understand?"

I was starting to cry and I whimpered, "Yes ma'am" and then began bawling and
said, "But I don't want to cheat on you."

"You're being silly. It's not cheating if I'm punishing you," she said. I
tried to understand what she meant when she left the room, a few muffled words
were exchanged, and the tall city executive entered, smirking.

"Looks like I'm it," she said. I couldn't speak through my tears but she
seemed not to notice, or perhaps she accepted tears as the price of
punishment, I don't know. She stroked my dick for a few minutes to see what I
had (I always get it up which is part of the problem) and then she lifted her
dress, pulled off her panties, and crawled on top of me. She slapped me a few
times and I stopped crying. Then she spit on my cock.

"I think I have your attention now," she murmured. Lifting herself into her
preferred position, she hovered her pussy over my dick and crowed, "Now it's
my turn." Coming down and up on my cock for many, many minutes I thought how
different, how methodical and mechanical, this was compared to my love, Ms.
Berry. Ten minutes of pumping my cock and she suddenly slowed, trembled,
oohed, and greedily pulled herself up and out of my still quivering member.
She didn't care, she got hers. She dressed and didn't even turn to hear me
plead to finish it.

Then Ms. Berry came through the still open door and saw my plight. She
unhooked the straps binding me and ordered me to wank myself off. Tearfully I
grasped my cock while pleading with her to do me again but she simply took my
hand and forced me to jerk myself off, and when I shook and spurted she simply
instructed me to return to my serving duties, and left the room too. The door
remained open the whole time.

There was much giggling and pointing among the tall women executives when I
resumed serving. There were strings of my own cum spattered around my
privates. I didn't say anything but anyone could see the red flush spread
across my chest, neck and face. I'd never felt so disgraced and debauched in
my life as the very tall women reached down, one by one, to pick a snack or,
occasionally, pinch me, laughing to each other. My cock remained shrivelled
and sunken late into that night.

Part 4

My manager called me into his office to tell me I'd been transferred. I was
moving to Ms. Berry's division immediately. He surmised she's on her way up
and she's assembling her dream team.

"Good luck over there," he said, "you'll need it. I hear she can be brutal."

I thanked him and expressed my appreciation for all his help. But my cock
flinched at his final words.

Arriving at my new office Ms. Berry welcomed me and introduced me to her staff
as a knowledgable hard worker and then, privately, she ordered me back to her
condo later that evening, after her workout at the gym, for my "reward".

Upon arriving, and after stripping naked for her, I was disappointed to learn
she had brought more work home with her. We ate delivery so I guess it wasn't
a very special evening after all.

She went back to work, reading reports and making notes, and I sat, naked,
nestled next to her. She absently stroked my cock while reading. After
finishing several reports she said, in her commanding manner, "Beg me. Beg me
for sex."

I knew already what to ask for, what I hardly ever got, what I craved. "Ms.
Berry please let me suck your beautiful breasts, please. You know I do
anything for you and this is all I ask. I'm begging you, I need to suck your
breasts so much. Please allow me the privilege of sucking your tits," I said
earnestly.

She nodded her approval and instructed me to get several pillows and blankets,
beer for both of us, and an adult diaper she had been keeping for me.
Meanwhile she went back to work on her reports.

She wanted the blankets and pillows laid beside her on the couch so I would be
at the level of her lap. I slid into the adult diaper while she removed her
top and bra and took her seat. Then I lay across the couch, atop the blankets,
head in her lap, with my face poised beneath her gigantic breasts. She took a
sip of beer and held her next report up to read and then said, "You may now
suck my tits but remember this is a gift to you so don't expect it again
anytime soon." I blessed her and thanked her and gingerly applied my lips to
the nearest tit and when she didn't slap me I continued to softly suck and
lick. Occasionally she reached a hand into my diaper to stroke me but mostly
she continued reading and drinking beer. Once I saw my opportunity though I
lost myself in her breasts, sucking endlessly only to stop to switch back to
the other giant breast. Her royal blackness shined. The badges around each
nipple were enormous. I told her how much this meant to me and that I would
treasure this evening for the rest of my life. I loved to suck her tits so
much although I knew it couldn't last which made it all the more exciting. My
hands holding them, my face buried in her valley, my lips embracing them,
sucking, pulling, tweaking, on and on. Later, as if by surprise, she dropped
her report, moaning, smashing my face into her large firm breast, and tearing
away the flimsy diaper to ravage my cock. At some point she made a decision.

Ms. Berry got up causing me to fall and she took me by my ear, almost
crawling, to the guest room where she strapped my ankles and wrists to the
bed. My dick was at its thickest and pointed straight up. She rose over me
like a mini-giantess, squatted, and lowered her pussy onto my cock. Her giant
frame came up and down on me like a pile driver. Forever it seemed she
continued, up and down, and then she changed positions, this time with her
legs extended back, flat upon me, she drilled me back and forth, on and on. At
times her eyes glazed and I told her I was her sex slave to fuck me wherever
we go. From underneath my arms reached up to embrace her. She shook often but
kept pushing til she extracted every shred of a climax she could from me. I
cried repeatedly to please fuck me harder but my own ejaculation seemed almost
an afterthought to her as she settled in to collect each final climax, there
were many. When it was over she seemed proud of her conquest and satisfied and
I told her how much I loved her and wished she would always fuck me like this.

Then she ordered me to make a bath for us in her oversized bathtub. Soon I set
about washing her from head to foot, taking special care to hand scrub her
glorious pussy. Twice. She didn't seem to mind.

Finally we went to bed, her bedroom, and I felt cozy warm falling asleep next
to her, my African queen. An arm reached over me and her hand cupped my cock
and balls and we both fell asleep.

Part 5

Another party had been scheduled, this one for the company, my coworkers, to
be held at Ms. Berry's condo. "You'll have to tell everyone you've gone
nudist," Ms. Berry said.

"Huh?" I replied.

"In my house remember you must always be naked. Therefore you'll start telling
all your coworkers and juniors and the other managers that you're a nudist at
home and you'll be naked at my party." Ms. Berry spoke with authority and her
voice always carried the tone of finality to it.

"I guess, if you say so," I said, but I had some misgivings. I'd secretly
hoped she'd want us to get married someday but every week it seemed I had to
work harder and harder to show her how much I loved her.

The staff party in Ms. Berry's condo arrived sooner than I wanted. People
seemed to accept that I was a nudist, amazingly. At least no one objected to
my face. Still it was embarassing since I worked with these people every day.
People talked and I thought I was having a good time, considering I was naked.

Ms. Berry spent her time mingling with the executives but nearly halfway
through the evening she happened upon me and said, loudly, for everyone in the
room to hear, "And what have you been up to recently?" When Ms. Berry spoke
people tended to turn. But hidden from their view she "accidentally" bumped me
and her hand quickly and fiercely squeezed, for a second, my ass cheek.

My erection was immediate, waving, pointing to the ceiling.

Now that everyone was looking to see what I had to say they gasped as my dick
waved about. Laughter started to fill the room and I still hadn't said
anything, nor could I say anything. I looked at her pleadingly but she feigned
innocence and finally she broke the silence by saying, "Are you trying to tell
me something?"

More laughter.

The party couldn't end soon enough for me.

Part 6

The Human Resources director had bad news for me. She had received several
complaints about my behavior at a staff party where I appeared naked and
waving my stiff penis at Ms. Berry. My protests seemed vague and useless and I
thought perhaps Ms. Berry could help explain the misunderstanding.

"Yes," Ms. Berry sighed, "it's all true. However he's still a valuable and
loyal employee, despite his strange ideas about sex, and I'd rather see him
rehabilitated than file a formal sex harassment complaint. This is what we'll
do: He's working under me now, just outside my office, so I'm watching him
work and preventing any of this obscene behavior here in the workplace. I will
further volunteer my services to supervise his behavior outside the workplace
by having him live in my spare room and thus we can end this offensive
behavior forever. It will take several years or more but I'm willing to
sacrifice my time in the effort to rehabilitate this poor lost employee, all
for the good of the company."

I was stunned. Thanking Ms. Berry for her dedication, the HR director said she
agreed and I was to receive sex therapy under Ms. Berry's supervision. What
was happening to me?

Back in her own office, Ms. Berry first locked the door and then instructed me
to terminate my apartment lease and keep just my toiletries and a suitcase of
work clothes, otherwise I was to dump everything because, she said, we had to
start fresh. I was to move to her place immediately so I could begin therapy.

Everything happened so fast that I hardly knew what to do but I had to
protest. She put a finger to my mouth to hush me and then grabbed the crotch
of my pants searching and quickly finding my twitching cock. "Listen to me. I
don't have time for your nonsense. My career comes first and if you want to
get on board with this you'd better learn to worship my pussy fast and leave
the decision making to me. Got it?" With that she crushed my cock in her
strong hand and fluid squirted out. I consented. She left me with instructions
and an aching cock.

That night I arrived at her door following her directions. "Ma'am do you have
a room for rent?" I said, reading from her note. Ms. Berry replied yes she had
one therapy room available if I was willing to submit to her completely. "Yes
I will do everything you ask."

"Good," she said. "Take off your clothes. From now on you're forbidden to get
an erection without my approval. Your room is to the right where you'll find
several therapy outfits you can wear when I send you on errands in the
neighborhood. They're designed to keep you from flirting with women when I'm
not there to watch you. At home you'll be naked so I can see the slightest
movement in your cock when I have guests over. Finally, at work, you'll wear
the work clothes you brought but twice a day you'll display your cock to me,
privately of course, to prove your erection is my personal property. You'll
sign your paycheck over to me every payday and I'll give you an allowance if
you're good. Tonight you're to make me dinner and then clean the bathroom. Any
questions?"

"No Ms. Berry," I said, undressing.

The next night she told me to put on a therapy outfit from my closet since we
were going out to dinner. There were several variations but they all came down
to these selections: Gay chaps, with vest, the kind that leave your ass
exposed; gay shorts, pretty much spandex swim trunks, plus a floozy gay tank
top; a cheap puffy pink dress plus a cheap wig sprinked in fluorescent paint
spray; and finally a box of adult diapers. Tired of losing arguments to her,
and the pain that follows, I simply wore the gay shorts with tank top. Ms.
Berry nodded.

Walking to the restaurant I got a few looks.

The hostess, a pretty young thing with enormous boobs, assumed I was gay, I
suppose, and somehow that meant she was at liberty to flash her chest at me
when she seated us in a corner booth. My cock moved but in its tight confines
it had nowhere to go but out and soon its head peeped out from the top of my
short shorts. Ms. Berry, watching my cock expand, exploded, hissing, "This is
the last straw. I'm going to teach you and your cock a lesson the two of you
will never forget." Under the table she grabbed it, squeezing to make tears
form in my eyes, pumping furiously til it exploded and I cried out, gasping.
People looked our way as I panted and Ms. Berry took to reading the menu as if
nothing had happened. "Now thank me," she said without looking up.

"Thank you Ms. Berry," I said between gasps.

"Good," she continued. "My report to HR on your progress this week will show
you had a relapse but you saw the error of your ways and are progressing
nicely in therapy. Now pick something healthy."

"Thank you Ms. Berry," I repeated.

"Remember one word from me and you're fired. We've tried everything but you
were unresponsive. This goes the same for your servicing me in my office: If
we're caught together you're taking the fall. I write it in my progress report
that you exposed yourself again and it's just getting harder and harder to
help you recover. Got it?"

I understood. She owned my cock and my career.

Later when the opportunity presented itself I whispered to her, "Make me do
something dirty for you."

Part 7

Ms. Berry received her big promotion and fat raise along with a move downtown
to headquarters. I went along of course with a new duty added, Personal
Assistant to Ms. Berry. After one particularly long hard day she called me
into her office and asked me to check under her new, custom built, super-sized
desk. I crawled into the legroom area and told her everything looked fine to
me. She said to turn around and that's when her extra long skirt swept over me
like a tent, her chair moved into the legroom area, and I realized under her
dress she was bare, she had removed her panties.

"Eat me," she commanded and spread her legs. I went right to work feeling my
way around her glorious pussy but she was tense, very tense. It had been a
rough day on her. I massaged and kept pushing my mouth further and further in,
opening flaps as they relaxed, licking, prodding. Then she started to unwind
and I really began licking and slurping with a passion. This continued for who
knows how long, me under her desk, under skirt, eating her out, but by the
sounds I heard she was still working, maybe checking email, clicking her
keyboard. I kept at her nonetheless.

Suddenly music started. I jumped at first but kept licking and chewing,
licking some more, swirling my mouth about her opening.

Were there more sounds above, it was hard to tell. It sounded like several
people had entered the room and Ms. Berry was conducting a meeting. Was that
possible? A hand reached down to my head and pressed my face deeper into her
and I went with that regardless of the distractions. Later she shook but it
sounded like she was keeping her voice steady. Would the staff attending her
meeting report me? Did they even know I was under the desk servicing Ms. Berry
while they argued over their projects. It sent shivers through me to think
about hearing from HR on my sex problem again.

She shook again. Her hand kept my face in deep in her pussy for several
minutes while my mouth kissed her sweetness. I stayed at it. I worshipped Ms.
Berry's pussy.

Then I heard chairs shuffling and people leaving and her door locking via her
remote. She released me from her pussy and pulled back. I crawled out from
under her desk as best I could. Ms. Berry was laughing at me.

"Go wash up," she ordered and I found her private washroom and seeing myself
in the mirror I realized I had her juices spread in a circle around my face.

Returning from the washroom I pleaded with her to help avoid another HR sex
complaint against me and then I whined how much I craved her fucking me and my
never-ending love for her. She unbuckled me and peered down my pants at my
expanding cock. Smiling, she patted my crotch and told me it would be soon
darling, and in her progress report to HR for my sex therapy she would note my
emphatic desire to submit to recovery and the gains we've made recently, and
then she sent me home with a list of chores and a warning to wear my sex
therapy outfit when going out for household errands.

"Thank you Ms. Berry," I swooned, grateful, my voice choking. "Thank you.
Thank you so much. You're so good to me. Thank you."