Women Rule
By Liverpool Kiss



Tracey came to our place about a year ago, I remember the first time I saw
her, she wasn't a classic beauty, but I found her attractive, long jet black
hair that fell to her shoulders and dark Mediterranean features, swarthy
complexion and fierce dark eyes, she wasn't overly tall perhaps five eight; in
heels she would have been just under six feet although it would be a few weeks
before I saw her in heels, she was weight in proportion to her height, and all
in all a very tidy package, but her best and most obvious feature was her
breasts, They looked for phenomenal, I don't know what she measured but I
would soon find out.

She was introduced to our table by one of our managers.

"Gentlemen this is Tracey Florentino, Tracey is with us to introduce a few new
HR systems," was how she was introduced. She joined us and we enjoyed an
interesting evening. I work in the mining industry a very male dominated
environment, but it has to be said that Women are joining its ranks and making
inroads, a few are in senior positions these days, and another woman like
Tracey is always welcome although HR is not seen by many of us as a real job.

It was an amusing evening; there are too few women to enjoy a drink with, I
think we scare most of them of with our ribald sexist humour, so Tracey was
welcome to the jibes and innuendo that ricocheted around the table, I thought
we were over the top with some of our comments, but Tracey stood there with
the boys and gave as good as she got, and took some of these less than amusing
comments in her stride, what choice did she have? She laughed with us, and
even bought a round which endeared her to us even more. I was the mouth piece,
I was the comedian, I have worked at the mine for six years and somehow found
my way to become the Maintenance Superintendent, but I was one of the boys and
enjoyed a drink after work and it was a rare evening that I wasn't found at my
table. The evening concluded and we went our separate ways after dinner.

I never saw her the next evening, which is hardly surprising, we had been rude
to her, but this is the mining industry, where men are men and women are
intimidated. A few women came into the bar for a couple of drinks but they
rarely stayed and never came to our table, they knew what was on the agenda if
they did. Most of the women were in admin or Environment or some other non
productive role it was the industries way of saying, 'sure we employ women'
with a snigger,

Saturday night was barbecue night and it meant a change in surroundings we all
went out to the barbecue area and found a table and I usually tried to find
some different company for a change, break the monotony I found Tracey sitting
with Bernadette, our Environment Manager and a Geraldine one of her
consultants, I was in deep water here all three of these women had at least
one degree, I was told Geraldine had two a we were also joined by another
couple of degrees in the shape of our finance manager and one of her
accountants and I found myself on the end of a very sexist conversation, a bit
of my own medicine but I took it all in good humour; if you give it you have
to learn to take it. I left their company, before I lost my temper.

On Sunday we try and get away early, knock off at about three if you can and
at about two thirty my phone rang.

"Bill? Hi it's Tracey, Tracey Florentino."

"Hi what can I do for you?" I asked

"Are you knocking off early today?" She asked.

"I can do, I have nothing that's too important it can't wait until tomorrow.
Why what do you have in mind?"

"I need a car and a hand with something."

"Where are you now?" I asked.

"I'm in Bernie's office there's a fridge here, that I can have, but I need a
hand to move it."

"Not a problem, I'll be there in a few minutes," and true to my word I was
there to pick up the fridge. I brought a long a trolley so the whole move took
just a few minutes Tracey jumped in the truck with me and I delivered it to
her room and I even plugged it in.

"There you go." I said.

She offered me a beer, "its not ice cold but cold enough to drink." She said
and closed the door and I sat at a table in what was designed to be a
kitchenette.

She sat on the other side of the table and raised her bottle.

"Cheers."

"Cheers." I replied.

"I like submissive men," she said looking at me over her bottle as she took a
swig from it.

"I'm not submissive." I lied.

"Oh yes you are. I bet you're getting a hard on at the thought of submitting
to me," She said smiling at my discomfort.

I was completely confused, my worlds were colliding.

"I'll tell you what. You can finish your beer and you can go. If you stay you
know what to expect." There was a lengthy silence as I considered the
propositions.

I looked at her; I was melting by the second.

"How can you tell?" I finally conceded.

She took another long swig from her bottle and looked me deep in the eye until
I couldn't hold her stare and diverted my eyes, she knew she had me. She stood
up and walked to the door and locked it.

"Get undressed." She ordered. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt, she took it
from me and placed it in a plastic bag I took off my boots and pulled off my
socks I put them in the bag that she held I then pulled my T-Shirt over my
head and put it in the bag. I unfastened my belt and undone the top of my
jeans and unzipped my fly, and pulled my jeans down, she removed my keys and
wallet from the pockets and placed the them in a drawer, I then pulled my
underpants over my hips and I stood naked in front of her .My cock was semi
erect she looked at it and then me.

She smiled. "Get down on your knees." Tracey ordered and I knelt before her,
"now crawl into the shower and shave those pubes and chest hair. The next time
I see you I want to see completely shaved. Do you understand me?" She asked

"Yes Mistress Tracey." I replied and crawled into the shower.

I'm not a particularly hairy man and the razor did swift work and in less than
ten minutes I was hairless nothing on my chest, stomach or pubic region. I
dried myself off and crawled back into the font room where Tracey was waiting
for me she looked magnificent dressed in just her underwear a black bra and
matching black lace panties.

She handed me a small pair of white nylon panties.

"Put these on." She told me. I did as I was told and quickly pulled the
panties on that covered very little, and I felt foolish but I was now sliding
under her control.

"Put your hand behind your back," she ordered. This was my last chance, if I
obeyed this order there was no way out, no turning back. I could have jumped
up and said, that was close and quickly dressed and run away from there as
fast as possible; but I didn't I slowly put my hands behind my back and Tracey
as if anticipating a retreat closed the door by quickly snapping the handcuffs
around my wrists.

"Stand up." I did as I was told and she led me through to her bedroom and
pushed me on the bed.

She opened her closet and pulled open a drawer and pulled out a strap-on
dildo.

'I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight." She told me as she pulled the
thing on and adjusted the arrangement. "The handcuffs are a temporary thing; I
just want to make sure that you don't run away, before I screw you" She
grabbed me and pulled me onto my back, she pulled my legs up and over her
shoulders, she pushed away the gusset of the panties and with a little lube
she pushed a finger up my ass,

"mmm nice and tight am I the first? " She asked

"Yes Mistress." I honestly admitted.

"She smiled "I'll be gentle with you." She mocked and forced a second finger
into me opening me up. "Oh yes, you are news at this, but you'll get used to
it." She said, her face just inches from mine. She then placed the head of her
dildo against my ass hole and pushed the head against my yielding sphincter
muscle, slowly she slid into me.

"Ooooooow." I moaned as she forced her cock into me, I gushed out some air as
she pushed her cock into me further "Oooowww" I squirmed under her as she
forced the thing deep into me. 'OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW" I complained as Tracey
pushed the thing all the way home, she then started to withdraw and then she
kissed me, she covered my mouth with hers and forced her tongue into my mouth
and down my throat as she started to fuck me., She held me and started to fuck
me quite hard she dug her nails into my shoulders and pulled me down to meet
her thrusts. Bang, bang, bang it was her tongue swept around my mouth as she
fucked me harder and harder, she was on top of me and I was incapable of
stopping her each thrust driving me deeper into submission. She fucked me hard
and fast for a couple of minutes, longer and harder than I have ever
managed,she then whipped out her cock turned me over and took me from behind
doggie fashions, the poodle over the bulldog, she pushed me into position and
forced the cock back into my ass, she grabbed me by the hair and yanked my
head back.

"Look at yourself in the mirror while I fuck you." She ordered and I watched
as Tracey drove me into complete submission. BANG, BANG, BANG, she punched her
cock into me, she let go of me hair and dug her nails deep into my fleshy
buttocks for extra purchase and drove my head into the pillow and against the
wall. BANG, BANG, BANG, she continued I was fucked; quite literally I was just
a fucking toy for her. She turned on the vibrator it sent an unusual sensation
through me that wasn't altogether unpleasant, And slowly she started to orgasm
and Christ I felt I was in the middle of Cyclone Tracey, she hammered me
mercilessly driving me up against the wall, she was oblivious to my presence,
as she finally came, a massive orgasm capable of destroying a house, she was
destroying me, She crouched over me her cock deep inside me I couldn't see
her, she had my knees in my face she was still obviously still enjoying
something deep inside her that I would never understand, I had made it
possible, but had I really? She ground out and other orgasm and then slowly
retired and got off of me. She sat on the side of the bed while I timidly
tried to unfold myself. There was silence for about a minute then she stood up
and pulled the dildo harness off and pulled down her panties She lay on the
bed and grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head down to her cunt.

"Get down there and get me interested in fucking you again." She demanded,

I crawled between her legs and spread her lips with my tongue my hands were
still cuffed behind me and looked for her clitoris I found it and started
lapping.

'Good boy." She purred as I tried to please her. "Run your tongue from my clit
all the round to my ass hole, that's it ... oh yes that's perfect ... .push
your tongue up my ass I want to feel you,,,,,that's it ... mmmm..mmm yes now
back to my clit ... mmmmm ... " I slowly lapped back and forth as instructed
and became absorbed in my work.

"She opened her bedside drawer and pulled out another dildo "Use this and I
opened her lips and pushed the dildo into her vagina she turned it on.

"I didn't tell you to stop, get busy on my clit." She ordered and I buried my
head into her pubic forest; she locked her legs around my neck holding me
firmly in place and ground out another shattering orgasm that I was vaguely
involved in. She nearly broke my fucking neck and she rode the wild orgasmic
wave. It lasted more than a few minutes and culminated with her crushing my
face into her cunt, my mouth accommodating the blunt end of the ten inch
dildo, again she seemed totally unaware of me being there as she rode out a
final climax, She came down from her monumental high and collapsed in peace
beside, me she pushed me away, aware for the first time in the last ten
minutes that I was even in her room, let alone sharing her bed.

"Get on your knees and crawl around to this side of the bed," she ordered. I
obeyed and crawled to the side of the bed. She lay on her back, naked and
looked beautiful her mane of black curls all over the pillow and she lay there
for a few seconds absorbing the orgasm that she had obviously so thoroughly
enjoyed.

"OK, this is what is going to happen. After work every day you will report
here to my room unless I tell you to do otherwise. Understand?' She asked.

I nodded, not really sure that I did.

"The answer is 'Yes Mistress Tracey.'"

"Yes Mistress Tracey," I meekly replied.

"There are three or four Dominant Women working here that I have met already,
but I'm sure there are more of us, and you will soon start to meet them too; I
believe there are a few more sub males as well so you won't feel so alone, so
in the next few weeks your life is going to change dramatically, as you start
to meet all of us, and our demands." She sat up on the bed as if getting
interested in the subject again. "You will report here every evening strip and
shower and put on your uniform which is those panties and a collar that you
will need to source before you come here again .Which will be when?" She
asked.

"Tomorrow Mistress Tracey."

"You will serve us all.. No more nights at the bar Bill, those days are over.
Do I make myself perfectly clear?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress Tracey."

"You will come here clean, my room, do my laundry, my ironing and wait for my
return. I might go to the bar, I'll go to the mess, and I will bring your
dinner here You will wait until I return; I might want a massage, a bath, you
will pamper me, but then again I might not want to use you at all and I might
offer you to one of the other Sisters, I promise you that you won't be bored.

She was about to continue out lining my schedule when there was a knock at the
door.

"Crawl to the door and answer it." She demanded as she swung out of bed and
put on a long black silk kimono. I automatically responded to the order, my
trip from Superintendent to slave was now complete.

Bernadette our Environment Manager stood there and took a few seconds to
understand the image before her. She smiled and brushed past me.

"It didn't take you long." Bernadette commented.

"Ice before a flame," Tracey replied.

The two women looked down at me kneeling before them.

"Bernadette this is my bytch. Bytch this is Mistress Bernadette." Tracey said
by way of an introduction.

"Who are you?" Bernadette asked.

"I am Mistress Tracey's bytch, Mistress Bernadette."

"I think I need a photo of this." Bernadette announced.

"Oh no," I blurted out, in protest. Tracey hit me with a stinging right hand
slap that rattled my teeth and silenced me as Bernadette pulled the camera
from her pocket; as an environmentalist she always had a camera close by to
instantly record any beach or accident.

Tracey stood over me, her first lesson in Female Domination discipline
dispatched and looking for any act of defiance from me to up the intensity.

"You will obey without question. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?' She demanded to know.

"Yes Mistress Tracey." I timidly replied.

"Hang on." Tracey requested of Bernadette as she quickly pulled on her
underwear, she pulled a collar from the drawer and fastened it around my neck;
she brushed her hair and fastened a leash to the collar. When she was ready
Bernadette held up the camera.

"Smile for the camera, Bernadette instructed and the first of many pictures
were taken.

"What do you say?" Tracey asked.

"Thank you, Mistress Bernadette.

"Oh that's good I'll send it to you; you can use it as your screen saver.
Bernadette told me.

"You are a submissive male?" Bernadette asked.

"Yes Mistress Bernadette," I replied.

"And you believe that Women are superior to men?" Bernadette continued.

"Yes Mistress Bernadette." I honestly replied.

"And you will do anything, absolutely anything that we tell you to do."
Bernadette asked, she sat down on the end of the bed, she was an attractive
woman in her late thirties, she had a long mousey mane tied back in a rope
that fell down her back, she was dressed in a blue denim shirt and jeans and
was in her stocking feet her painted toe nails could be seen through the dark
stockings.

"Kiss my foot." She demanded and I immediately obeyed.

"Maintenance Superintendent kissing the feet of an environmentalist, what ever
can we expect next?" Bernadette laughed.

"Total obedience is what we expect, anything less will be severely dealt with.
Am I making myself understood?"

I lifted my head from my task and relied. "I will obey you my Queen I
promise."

"Can I fuck him?" Bernadette asked Tracey.

"Of course you can." Bernadette stood up and unbuttoned her shirt, she wore a
white bra; she pulled her jeans over her hips and removed her panty hose and
stood there in her bra and her navy blue satin panties; she pulled on the
strap-on harness and adjusted it in much the same way Tracey had. She
exchanged the smaller dildo that Tracey had used on me and attached the ten
inch monster.

"Oh God this is going to hurt." I said to myself.

And as if reading my mind Bernadette looked at me. "You'd better suck on this
long and hard and lube it up really well." Bernadette said wanking her cock
before my eyes.

"I'll get the camera." Tracey said with a smile; and the two women fucked me.

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