i have a Female graduate assistant working for me this year and have noted that She quite literally is able to work circles around me. She is indeed intelligent, sharp, fit, athletic, active, incredibly attractive and has the ability to do things with technology that increasingly leaves me befuddled, bewildered; much like the doddering, antique, academic, i seem to be becoming. most concerning and frustrating is that when She sees that Her detailed explanation has flown over my head, She finds it necessary, that in order to accomodate my lack of technical knowedge; She must water down and slowdown the flow of information to me at a literal snail's pace. She then patronizes the living shit out of me, until lately, i have felt like an old man, desperately stumbling and muddling; trying to keep up with Her high accelerated pace. to put it simply, first there's me; i'm encumbered with my drool bucket and walker; in contrast there is this super teen who easily jets on ahead; leaving me crumpled wadded up, cast aside in the dust ; trapped in the eddied wake of Her oh so tempting black hitop chucks.
lately, i've come to the realization that i'm not sure who is teaching or tutoring whom. today, when She saw that i didn't fully comprehend what She was explaining on Her lap-top, She executed what i considered an inexcusable, emasculating gesture; by patting me on the head, then bending down She cupped my cheek and said,
"Awwwwwe...,
that's ok, mr. pescado. the fact is, most guys i work with in school are just incapable and inadequate. mentally unfit and lost . my boyfriend can't even keep up and fails to follow the most mundane and simplest of directions i lay out for him." her green eyes opened wide and stared me down.
"I mean what is so hard about making the bed in the morning, washing the dirty dishes and cleaning the toilet? Huh?" Her look was now intensely focused on me, while Her eyes picked up flecks of light and flashed a piercing light green.
" I mean he does do a good job when he wants too, But most the time I have to give him some punitive motivation, if you know what i mean?"
then on cue, Her lips parted, while She
flashed a pixie smile and then winked down at me.
shocked, ... there it was. the inkling and subtle realization of Her embracing Female Domination. suddenly, i felt my stomach lurch into knots and i felt myself become extremely vulnerable and quite uncomfortable in this compromised position.
i mean, did She know? But, how! did She know how i ached to be controlled, dominated and taken apart piece by piece. did She hear the beating of my own heart; so unbelievably loud in my own ears that i thought all must be able to hear? did She see how my eyes glossed over in that characteristic submissive stare then, widen in panic, disbelief, gasping for the pathetic quick gulps of air, i was intaking. then there was the stupid gaping mouth expression i wore; like that of a targeted blow fish?
She got up narrowed Her beautiful green eyes at me then tucked a loose strand of hair behind Her right ear. seductively licking the ridges of Her front teeth; Her smile widened in disbelief as i struggled to stand up and regained my balance. then seemingly on cue, She stepped uncomfortably close to me and bore down with Her hands on my sunken in shoulders simultaneously pushing my head down to Her breast level.
"Ooooops, oh no, one of my buttons has come undone. do You see that, mr. pescado?" Her nimble sharp nail pointed at the space where the button had loosened, strained and then popped out of the button hole. the space between the seam of the fabric of Her white blouse and exposed skin seemed like a bottomless chasm of Femdom temptation.
i gulped again. it was innocent enough. Her suggestion. but certainly quick and sharp as a blade which cut to my very core. i shook my head dumbly up and down like the slow fool i had uncomfortably become in Her disdainful eyes.
"Good, I thought You had," She grinned, scolding me.
i shrank back and shriveled as She again rose above me and looked down, while i tried with male futility to cover a barely noticable pin prick of a tiny erected bulge, with some nearby papers which had formed in my khakis. She smirked, then giggled before turning quickly away from me.
"you know, mr. pescado ... you definitely do look good down there, next to my well worn, chucks. I suppose I'll See you tomorrow.."
She walked forward then spun on the heel of Her high top and stared non chalantely at me.
i knew from that point on, that nothing would be the same between U/us again. i sighed hard, knowing She was quite delighted with the results of Her domination.
yes, what could i say? She did intimidate the hell out of me. was She after my job? intent on pushing me towards an early retirement? or was all this just a romp and an exercise to control and manipulate another poor male simp?
was i truly that pathetic and below sub par in Her estimation? i struggled to regain my physical as well as scholarly balance and return things to some type of status quo, but, tripped, stumbled and kept toppling down into an emasculated heap of worn, dirty, old male laundry. after the sixth attempt, my superior teenage Female victrix cast me a fatale glance, then extended Her muscled leg and elevated one of Her black chuck hightops; locked firmly i could feel Her treads bearing down, embedded into my chest. She stared down at me with sardonic impish eyes, peering down at me, She surveyed my embarassed state and the humorous predicament i had gotten myself into. with amusement and bold delight She raked Her treads over my unprotected forehead pressing down ever so slightly to leave faint impressions of stars, curved lines and geometric shapes. after the third time, She proclaimed,
"there, that should show You are mine and belong to me. Now to prove it. i think, i 'm going to rock Your world."
"hold on!", She commanded. i sheepishly did as i was told, gripping and managing to hold on to Her shapely ankle i clutched precariously to Her dingy white toe cap and grabbed on to the pristine white laces of Her chucks. then as if on femdom cue, Her powerful quad jutting leg, lifted me up with little effort put forth or for that matter any apparent measure of Her perspiration . to make matters worse She lifted Her leg up unbelievably higher than required, forcing me to try to balance on my tip toes. then wide eyed with smirking delight, She did seven more consecutive dead leg lifts with me preciptiously hanging on, as Her 230 lbs of dead male weight.
it seemed She loved and fed on the fear She saw in my eyes.
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