Mistress Fiona and Her bitch By Liverpool Kiss Part One Fiona straddled me, spurred on by her Jennifer and another women who had entered the office she managed to get on top of me, and in a flurry of flying skirts and stocking tops she pinned my shoulders and held me down, and despite my best efforts I couldn't throw her off. I bucked and writhed beneath her in a futile attempt to get back out from under, but she held me. I quickly tired, he was heavy and it took a lot of effort to throw her. She was also a lot stronger than I had expected and she seemed to hold me down with an ease that caused me some concern. I was far from beaten, but I was even further away from beating her. When she realised she had ridden out the worst of the storm she pulled both of my arms above my head and gripped both of my wrists in one hand and held me; which left her with one hand free to use as she pleased. * I had known Fiona for more years than I cared to think about. We were at school together although she was in the year below me. We had become good friends over the years, but we never dated, we went to the same concerts, watched the same films done a lot of the same things, but never together. I was never sure if I was unattracted to her or she was unattracted to me. But in those days we were just good friends. Then when we entered our twenties; and our friends were getting married, one by one they all got hooked. We attended all of the weddings; I was the best man at a couple of them and Fiona was a bridesmaid on several occasions. Then one day I found myself attending Fiona and Darren's wedding; she was one of the last of our group to marry, apart from me. I was still single, and looked like remaining so for a long time. I had a job that took me away from home for at weeks at a time and I had trouble holding a lasting relationship together. I travelled to work in the Far East and found comfort in the arms of Thai, Chinese and Phillipino women then one day I woke up and discovered I was thirty seven single and apart from a very healthy bank account I had little to show for my time on this mortal coil. My parents died within months of each other and while I was at home sorting through their estate I met up with Fiona again who I quickly learned had separated from her husband. We saw each other a couple of times and then I spent the night with her. She had a home on a couple of acres an hour or so north of London and I became a regular visitor. I lived south of the river in a flat in Docklands and my office was on the second floor of a small office block a short walk away in Rotherhithe. I didn't have or need a car, but on the weekend I would rent something flash and drive up to see Fiona. It was comfortable arrangement for both of us, but that was all about to change. Fiona is a big woman; six foot tall in her stocking feet, and weighed about two hundred pounds, she big breasted and had big hips but she wasn't fat. In fact she was quite fit and fast for her size. She surprised me one Sunday morning when we went for a jog around a neighbouring field and as we approached the gate at the top of a rise she said, "I'll race you to the top" and I sprinted off thinking I would beat her easily, but she stayed with me all the way and we reached the gate she accelerated and effortlessly left me in her wake, beating me to the gate by a couple of seconds. It was a small thing, but it irked me, and pleased Fiona more than I thought it would. She had a lot of friends. Our original group had long gone; every now and then a couple we knew would come home for the weekend and we would catch up, but it was obvious a lot of water had washed under the bridge and we only had the past in common. Fiona's friends were interesting most were a couple of years younger and the women in her groups of friends appeared to be a lot more energetic and lively than the men. It was like the women would be outside doing something while the men sat around in the house looking for something to occupy themselves with until the women came in. Once a month Fiona would go away for the weekend, I didn't mind it would allow me a chance to catch up with a couple of mates, go and watch a game of football, but as I got to know Fiona better and spent more time with her, I started to wonder what she got up to on these weekends. I phoned her one Saturday night and her phone was turned off, which was very rare. And I was becoming a little obsessed with what she was doing on these mystery weekends. When I went out with her for lunch the following Wednesday, I asked her point blank where she went. "Oh you don't want to concern yourself with that," she said in a very condescending manner. "But I'm interested." I persisted. She looked at me, and thought for a couple of seconds. "I'm not sure that you are ready, but then, maybe it is about time our relationship started to take the shape I want it to." "What d'you mean?" I asked, a little unsure of where she was going. "The reason Darren and I broke up is because he couldn't keep up with me. I demand a lot of my men, I expect to take the lead and I expect my boys to follow." She said this quite clearly and loud enough for the couple at the next table to look up from their meal and peer at the person who had said it; and I'm sure I shrank a couple of inches in their opinion of me. "I believe in Female Domination of the male." She stated quite clearly and I was quite sure that the couple at the next table heard what she said as clearly as I did. I was eating a steak and I stopped chewing as I absorbed what Fiona had told me. "I know a little about Female Domination," I said almost in a whisper, "and I'm not sure that it's for me." I said rather limply. "It's not about you. It's about me." Fiona briefly explained. "But if our relationship is going to grow and you want to continue to be a part of my life you will embrace Female Domination and everything that it stands for." She told me very clearly. She picked up her wine goblet and looked at me over the rim of the glass. And for the first time I felt intimidated by her as I struggled to hold her gaze. She was an attractive woman, but not in the classic sense. She wasn't pretty; hansom was a closer adjective to describe her. She had grey eyes a large face with a strong chin, high cheek bones. She had shoulder length chestnuts hair that was frequently pulled back into a practical pony tail. She had always had long hair, she was very feminine, but she spent little time in front of a mirror, she was far too pragmatic to be vain. Fiona worked as an editor in the publishing industry and was a sought after, she ran her own department and was used to getting what she wanted and I got the distinct impression that she wanted me. When we left the restaurant on that Wednesday afternoon it was pretty obvious that what had been said during the meal needed an explanation. I had a rare afternoon off and as we walked towards Fiona's office held on to my arm. "Fiona," I started but she interrupted me. "I'd like you to come up to my office and meet some of my staff," she said as we approached her building. "I don't know Fiona, I .."I attempted to make a weak excuse. "It's not a request. It's an order." She said almost pulling me up the steps to the revolving front door. "OK." I conceded, "but only for a few minutes." "You'll stay until I tell you, you can go." Fiona told me, without the slightest trace of humour. She stared at me, her steel grey eyes bored into mine and I felt myself shrinking before her. As we waited for the lift to descend she put her hand into the pocket of my trousers. "Your first job as my boyfriend will be to cut a hole in the pockets of your trousers and jeans. I like to be able to get a grip of things," she said with a cold laugh. The lift ascended rapidly to the upper levels of a tower block that commanded an excellent view of the city. The River Thames snaked through the buildings below us and disappeared under Tower Bridge in the distance; that was my part of London. I was well and truly in Fiona's manor. Her staff, without exception was all female, Oxbridge educated young and attractive I felt that Fiona had done well; she had received the same basic education that I had received, but she appeared to have done a lot more with it. Over the next hour or so I saw how Fiona ran her department, she was totally in control of her staff, and they appeared to enjoy working for her, and there was a genuine respect for her. One by one Fiona's staff came into her office to discuss something or other and I sat there feeling like a bit of an oddity. I was never introduced and almost ignored and I wondered why Fiona had been brought along. When one of her juniors came into the office, and was about to bring up another obscure subject I thought it was time I was on my way. "Fiona, I really have to be getting along." I said before the young woman had a chance to talk to Fiona. "No you don't, you told me you had the afternoon off and it's not even three o'clock, so you will wait until I tell you to go." Fiona told me in no uncertain terms.. The junior heard the exchange and looked at me to see how I would react to being spoken to in such a way. I was confused, very confused. The relationship that Fiona and I were in was rapidly taking on a massive change, it was happening right before my eyes and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. She had stirred something inside me that had been dormant for a long time, but this attitude from her was too much, too soon. There were a couple of things I could do: I could simply walk out and that is what I was about to do. The other thing I could do was take it, accept it and that wasn't going to happen. Or was it? "I'm sorry Fiona, but I really do have to go," and I stood up. "SIT DOWN!" Fiona barked, and I automatically obeyed. "Jennifer, please take a seat and let me show you how to handle a disobedient boyfriend. Fiona got up from her desk and pushed her chair back. In her heel's Fiona stood an imposing 6'3", an inch or so taller than me, and she approached me her heels clicking noisily on the hard wood floors. She stood in front of me and not for the first time I felt intimidated by her. "If our relationship is going to grow you are going to have to make a few sacrifices. You are going to have to concede that I will lead our relationship I will take it in the direction I wish to go and you will follow me. Do you understand me?" She asked calmly and clearly. I nodded. "I can't hear you." "Y-yes." I stammered "If you want this relationship to work I can't allow it to meander aimlessly and indefinitely I believe it's too important for that. Don't you?" She asked. She stared at me and I couldn't hold her stare, and she smiled coldly as I slowly collapsed before her. "N-no ... Y-yes I agree Fiona ... " "Call me Mistress Fiona." "Pardon?" "I said call me Mistress Fiona." She repeated. Jennifer, the young office junior was enjoying the spectacle she was getting a kick watching her boss bring this man into line. "If you want to go back to your Thai bar girls don't let me stop you, but we both know you are better than that. I can make you into something special. I can and will turn you into a person you will not recognise, someone I will be truly proud of. Is that what you want? Do you want me to be proud of you? "Yes Mistress Fiona," I correctly replied. "Then it starts, here, its starts now and there is no turning back. Agreed? I nodded my head in agreement, "yes Mistress Fiona." "Good, now get down on your knees and kiss my feet." Fiona demanded. "Jennifer, do you have your phone handy?" Fiona stood before me legs wide apart with her hands on her hips. She wore dark grey business suit, the skirt was hemmed about an inch above her knee. She wore a pink blouse under the grey jacket that was unbuttoned to allow a bit of cleavage and a glimpse of her white lace bra. I slowly fell to my knees and bowed before her And Jennifer took the first photo of my collapse. I bent forward and planted my lips on her black leather high heels and Jennifer took the picture. "What do you think Jen? Is he a bit over dressed for this type of work?" Fiona asked the young woman; Jennifer looked down at me and nodded her head "Yes far too overdressed." She agreed with a smirk. "Get undressed." Fiona instructed. "Oh please Fiona, not here n ... ." She slapped me hard across the face. "Yes, here and now." Fiona's office had a large window that looked out over the outer office and the sound of Fiona's voice penetrated the outer office; the women out there were aware of what was happening, they had heard and seen it all before. Fiona attacked me I struggled to stay on my feet but a swift kick to the groin brought me crashing to my knees. Fiona straddled me, spurred on by her Jennifer and another women who had entered the office she managed to get on top of me, and in a flurry of flying skirts and stocking tops she pinned my shoulders and held me down, and despite my best efforts I couldn't throw her off. I bucked and writhed beneath her in a futile attempt to get out from under, but she held me. I quickly tired, he was heavy and it took a lot of effort to throw her she was also a lot stronger than I had expected. She seemed to hold me down with an ease that caused me some concern. I was far from beaten, but I was even further away from beating her. When she realised she had ridden out the worst of the storm she pulled both of my arms above my head and gripped both of my wrists in one hand and held me; which left her with one hand free to use as she pleased. "You will obey me, you will become my bitch." Fiona told me as I struggled beneath her. "You will be mine and all I want in a man." She slapped me hard across the face again, and in another flurry of swirling skirts she quickly spun on my chest and sat down hard on my face facing my feet. And she stripped me. She ripped open my shirt, the buttons spat across the wood floor and sounded like shrapnel landing. She went down to my belt and she fumbled with the buckle. I struggled to stop her, but Fiona enjoyed the challenge as she undone my belt and unclipped the top of my trousers, she quickly pulled down the zipper and her hand snaked inside my underpants and Fiona grabbed a handful of my balls and she squeezed! All resistance ceased as she ground my balls together, I cried in agony as she mercilessly ground my balls in her hands and in less than a minute I cowered naked at her feet. Fiona stood over me and half a dozen women had entered the office, their phones in their hands and the image of me cowering before Fiona was captured forever. "Get your cock hard; show me what I can look forward to." Fiona yelled at me above the excited chatter of her co-workers. I grasped my cock and began to masturbate, but it was futile. I wasn't sexually aroused at all. The women watched patiently as I tried to rub some life into my flaccid penis. "I'm going to give you another minute," Fiona told me. "Failure by you to produce a useful erection will give me no alternative than to lock the thing away." Fiona produced a CB3000 from her bag. "And I will have no alternative than to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere and I will also use a dildo ... ... .on you, my boy!" The women in her office cheered. I cowered before the group pulling on my limp organ which seemed to be shrinking by the second. My wallet, keys and change were taken from the pockets of my trousers, the other pockets were searched before my clothes were thrown out of the window! What had caused this? We had met for a quiet lunch; there had been no indication prior to the main course that an hour later I was sitting naked on the floor in Fiona's office pulling on my cock before a gang of baying women. The day was rapidly turning to shit and it didn't look like it was going to get any better. My minute was up. Fiona started to take the chastity device apart; it came in four or five pieces. The dismantled restraint was put on Fiona's desk. "Lay on your back." Fiona ordered, I passively obeyed, not to would be futile. Fiona took two clear plastic rings and she snapped them shut around the base of my cock and balls. The interlocking parts pinched my pubic hair and skin and Fiona tore the pubic hair out by the roots as she lined up the holes in the rings with two plastic pegs. I quietly winced but managed to hold back the tears. Silence had descended on the room as the women watched Fiona fit me with my chastity device. She spat into the clear plastic shroud that she then slipped over my flaccid cock then slid the thing down until she connected it with the rings. "It's almost too big. I should have bought the small size." Fiona said in disgust. She pushed the locking pin through, it was made from hardened stainless steel and was as hard as the padlock that Fiona produced and snapped shut, locking my limp cock away. I looked down at the hideous device. "Get used to it." Fiona said. "You are going to be wearing it for a very long time." She waved the key in front of me, "I have the keys, and only if you are a very, very good boy will I ever allow you the dubious pleasure of playing with it again." The women cheered. "I own your cock and balls, they, like the rest of you are now owned by me." She looked down at me. "Who owns your cock and balls?" Fiona demanded to know. "You do Mistress Fiona." I meekly replied. "What do I own?" She asked. "My cock and balls." I mumbled. "Louder. I want everyone in this office to understand. What do I own?" "You own my cock and balls Mistress Fiona." I replied in a clear voice. "Louder. Let there be no mistake, tell us all again. Who owns your cock and balls? "You do Mistress Fiona." Mistress Fiona laughed. "You will sign a contract and I will brand you with my mark so that you never forget. It is going to be a long and painful road of transition for you from where you are this afternoon to where I am going to take you, but eventually, when I am finished with you, you will be proud of what I am going to mould you into. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress Fiona." "Good, now bend over the desk. I'm now going to take your arse." Mistress Fiona pulled down the zip on the hip of her skirt and it fell in a heap around her feet, she stepped out of the ring of fabric and walked to her bag that was behind her desk. She wore black stockings and a very feminine pink lace suspender belt and white lace bikini panties. I was slow to follow Mistress Fiona's instructions, but three or four of her staff hauled me over her desk, a woman I had briefly met named Eve held one arm and young Jennifer, the office junior had no trouble holding my other arm. Mistress Fiona pulled on her dildo harness adjusted the straps and pulled a couple of cocks from her bag and selected a large, gnarled, black dildo and fixed it to the harness. Every woman in the room had a phone or camera in her hand; they were recording everything. When Mistress Fiona was ready she positioned herself behind me, she lubed up her cock and then ran her oiled fingers between the cheeks of my arse and then she pushed a finger up my arse. "Ohh, he is tight. Is this your first time Jim? Am I going to take your cherry?"" Mistress Fiona asked. "Yes Mistress Fiona." I replied close to tears. I felt the head of the dildo against the sphincter muscle. "Relax, and let me in Jim, don't resist, I'm going to fuck you any way, so you might as well get used to it. You are never going to be able to satisfy me with that little thing that you have so you are going to have to accept that this is how we are going to fuck." She slowly forced the head of the thing into me. Oh God I had no idea how big the dildo was. It looked big, but it felt enormous. "AAGHHH," I cried out as Mistress Fiona pushed the dildo into me "AAGGGGOD,OH GOD." She pushed harder and the thing opened me up.."AAAAGGGHH ... ... .PLEASSSEEAGGGG" The women were silent at first but started to enjoy the spectacle. The deeper the dildo went into me, the deeper into submission I descended. Mistress Fiona pushed the enormous dildo into me inch by inch, her finger were digging deep into the tender flesh on my hips, gripping for extra purchase; she pulled me onto Her cock and forcing the huge cock all the way into me.. "AGGGGGHHHHH" I squealed. "Scream you bitch. Scream!" Mistress Fiona shouted above my cries and the excited chatter of her staff who were capturing every second on their phones and cameras. Deeper and deeper Mistress Fiona forced it into me. I could feel it probing it's was deep inside me. "OHPLEAAAEEEGH!" I thought she was going to split me in half. Finally I felt the harness touch my arse cheeks. She was all the way home. Tears were now running down my cheeks; tears of pain, but mainly tears of humiliation. I could never undo this. "Ahh he's crying," mocked Eve. And the women came around the front to catch my tears. "He'll be weeping by the time I have finished with him," Mistress Fiona claimed and as if to endorse the statement she started to fuck me hard and fast. "AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.!" I screamed loud and long as Mistress Fiona hammered the ten inch dido into me. She slowly withdrew until the head nearly appeared and then she drove the thing all the way back into me, slowly gathering steam like an express locomotive. Harder and faster she went, the harness slapped against my arse every couple of seconds, her nails were so deep into my hips she drew blood. Every minute she fucked me the less I felt like a man, she was emasculating me destroying my manhood. Bang-bang-bang, Mistress Fiona drilled me, bang-bang-bang, Mistress Fiona nailed me, band-bang-bang, Mistress Fiona screwed me. Mistress Fiona had the stamina of marathon runner, and she was a long way from the finishing line. She fucked me long and hard from behind and after what seemed like an eternity she quickly changed position. Mistress Fiona pushed me on to my back, pulled my legs over her shoulders, she looked down at me, and continued to fuck me. "I wanna see your face when I fuck you. I want you to know who I am, make sure you understand I am your owner and you are my bitch." "WHO ARE YOU?" Mistress Fiona demanded to know. "I am your bitch, Mistress Fiona." "WHAT ARE YOU?" "I am Mistress Fiona's bitch." "AND WHAT AM I?" "You are my owner Mistress Fiona." "AND WHAT DO I OWN?" "You own my cock and balls, Mistress Fiona." And all the time Mistress Fiona drove the dildo deeper and deeper into me, destroying me and the man I used to be. "LOOK AT ME." Mistress Fiona demanded. I looked up at her through my tears. I was sobbing, crying uncontrollably. "YOU ARE MY BITCH. YOU ARE MINE TO DO WITH AS I PLEASE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU CUNT?" "Yes Mistress Fiona." I sobbed. "TELL ME WHO YOU ARE AGAIN?" "I am your bitch Mistress Fiona ... ." Before she could taunt me anymore she started to orgasm. Mistress Fiona shuddered and omitted a grunt and a loud moan; she stopped fucking me as an invisible wave crashed over her. She shuddered again and again, it was almost a convulsion. It was certainly the most dramatic orgasm I had ever witnessed, and rather strangely I felt I was in some way responsible. The orgasm lasted for at least a couple of minutes, as she went through some personal internal turmoil, something that I would never experience or understand. Slowly the orgasm waned and Mistress Fiona pulled the dildo out of me with a very audible slurp and on unsteady legs she managed ambled around to the other side of the desk and she slumped into her chair. I crumpled onto the floor and lay beside the desk in the prenatal position and sobbed like a baby, discarded like an old used toy. After a couple of minutes Mistress Fiona stood up and loosened the harness straps she pulled off the harness and her white lace panties. "BITCH!" Mistress Fiona shouted. "Yes Mistress Fiona," I meekly replied. "Get under the table and eat me to another orgasm." I crawled under the desk and negotiated my way to her clitoris as the women in the office slowly filed out to allow their editor to enjoy another orgasm in peace.