Judge Mental: Week 2
By ZTV25 ZTVfemdomtales@gmail.com
Judge Guerra shows her little clerk who’s boss.


Brett sighed as he stood outside the door to Judge Guerra's chambers. Was this
clerkship really worth it he asked himself for the hundredth time. Was it
really worth being manhandled by this woman five days a week? It had to be,
otherwise why was he doing it? Steeling himself he pressed open the door and
entered.

"There's my sexy little man," the Judge said as she saw him enter.

Smiling like a cat eyeing a canary she grabbed him and pulled him tight for a
close hug. With the differences in their heights she ended up pressing him
face first into her breasts.

"God it feels like I'm nursing a baby," she teased, "maybe we should role play
that later."

She held him there for much longer than was necessary before taking his hand
and leading him to her desk. She sat down in her chair and pulled him into her
lap. Before he could respond she scooted up closer to the desk effectively
trapping him there.

"You know I can set up a little workstation in the corner," he told her.

"Why would I ever let you up from here?" she asked, "I like the way you feel
pressed up against my body like this."

He just moaned.

"What till I get you in bed, then you'll hear moaning."

They spent the rest of the morning like that. They worked away while she
hummed happily to herself. Occasionally she would rub his head affectionately
or paw at his crotch. Much to her amusement (and his shame) the attention she
gave him left him with a near constant boner. Finally lunch time came.

"I'll go get us something to eat," he offered.

"No, no, I'll do it. I just need to find somewhere to put you first."

"Put me? What do you mean put me?"

"Ah, perfect."

She grabbed her gym bag.

"What are you doing?"

Unzipping it she suddenly shoved him inside burying him in her smelly workout
clothes. Then she quickly zipped it back up. Before he could respond he felt
the bag being lifted up and dropped back down. Then it slid backwards quickly
and smoothly. She had put it in her desk drawer! Then he heard a click and a
key turn. That crazy bitch had locked him in her drawer!

"Be back soon, Babe."

What felt like a life time later he felt the bag move. Soon he was out eyes
blinking to readjust to the light.

"Ready to eat?" she asked holding up a box of Chinese takeout.

"I guess so."

"Good."

She sat him on her lap, facing her this time, and scooted in pinning him
against the deck again. She pulled out a pair of chopsticks and collected a
little food.

"Open up."

"I can feed myself," he said reaching for the utensils.

"No, you won't," she said sternly.

She grabbed his hands and forced them into her top pinning them under her
heavy breasts.

"Hey ... "

As he tried to protest she shoved the food into his mouth.

"Eat up, Cutie, you're gonna need your strength later."

Face burning in embarrassment, he ate quietly. At least he was getting to feel
up her big firm tits. When she was done she just sat there smiling at him.

"Can you pull my arms out now?"

"I will before my next hearing starts."

"That's three hours from now!"

"Then I guess you'd better get comfy then."

She then proceeded to do paperwork for the next half hour while Brett just sat
there. When she was done she turned her attention back to him. She began
roughly fondling his manhood through his pants.

"Stop that."

"You want this."

"No I don't!"

"Your penis says otherwise."

"Well he lies."

"No that would be your brain. That's why we don't listen to him anymore."

"Please stop."

"Why?" she asked kissing him playfully on the mouth.

"I'm going to cum."

"Good," she said with another, longer, kiss.

Finally he couldn't hold off anymore and came right there in his pants.

"Wonderful," he quipped, "now I have to go home and change."

"No you don't."

"Look at me, I've got a big stain on the front of my pants. I can't let people
see me like this."

"Well that's easy enough to fix."

She pulled out his hands and pulled off her shirt.

"What are you doing?"

She grabbed him and pulled him closer. Spinning him around she pressed his
back against her chest. Before he could say or do anything she adjusted her
breasts sitting one on either shoulder with their powerful flesh covering up
most of his head. She lowered her shirt hiding him away as she scooted closer
to the desk pinning him in place yet again.

Grunting and squirming as much as he could he tried to break free. It did him
no good. All he managed to do was get himself hot & sweaty and her notably hot
& bothered. Sensing she was close to climaxing himself he stopped and let her
keep him there. Eventually he heard the lawyers enter. For the next half hour
or so he sat perfectly still hoping beyond hope no one noticed him. Finally
they were gone and the day was done. She pulled up her shirt and pried him
loose. He sat there on her lap, soaked in sweat, gasping for breath.

"Wait till we have sex, then you'll see how I really take my men's breath
away."

"Do you ever stop?"

"Not till I get what I want."

"What if I can't give you want you want? I'm not going to start my legal
career with the idea that I slept my way into my clerkship. That's not fair to
either of us."

"Are you turning me down?"

"For both our sakes, yes."

Suddenly he found himself on the floor with her standing over him.

"Big mistake."

"Judge Guerra, listen ... "

"I was going to be fair and give you a choice in this."

"Please, listen ... "

"But if I have to take you by force I will."

"No, no, don't ... "

"I've been telling you for two weeks now this little body of yours belongs to
me. Now I'm going to take it."

He started crab walking away. It was far too late however. Judge Guerra
pounced.

To be continued ...