The Book Shop Dominatrix Anne
by Deborah Jennings
The year was 2024, it was a boiling hot June Sunday morning and ruling the country were the newly elected government of the Female Supremacist Party (F.S.P). To some their election was a devastating shock, to others it was the result of years of secretive planning and covert feminine manipulations at almost every level, and it materialized into the induced reality of women actually and scientifically being proven to be intellectually and sexually superior to the male of the species.
So now it was women who would run things, it was their time, now men would do as they were told, and the underlying plan of a ‘feminization programme’ ( their major goal) could now commence. This programme though would be hidden amongst a mass of daily activities and practices and backed by government bills that when passed would unwittingly aid the ‘programme’. Together these actions would be like the slow clenching or tightening of a fist about a victim’s throat, and the F.S.P. throat in this instance would be that of the sexually active male population.
With legs spread as wide apart and as far back as possible and thighs parallel to the floor and in self applied restraint, plus feet laced into tight eight inch heeled black patent ballet boots Dominatrix Anne grunted as she sweated and thrust her covered and tightly cupped lycra sex repeatedly down and forward and as she watched a bound naked male being tortured to climax on her huge plasma screen. The miniscule g-stringed, black stretch lycra leotard that she wore just about covering her superb 36dd breasts, her hard erect nipples, prominent and jutting, again she thrust down and forward with her hips, grunting sexually as she did so.
Suddenly a female voice called out her name.
“Dam, I forgot. Hi yea, I’ll be right with you. Make your self at home in the living room, I’ll be right out”.
As quickly as she could Domintrix Anne got out of her restraints, removed her ballet boots, turned off the television and grabbed the only towel available, a small white hand towel. She started to wipe the sweat from herself as she went along to and into her living room remembering as she did that she had told her guest just to come up to the shops flat, no need to knock, just come and find me, she had stupidly said. But she was still dressed in the minuscule leotard, and that very tight small leotard left nothing if anything to anybody’s imagination.
But now with complete composure she addressed her guest.
“I must apologise for my garb” standing legs spread “but I just lost track of time whilst working out. I’m Anne, pleased to meet you and dare I say…..again, cause we have met before haven’t we, but in very different circumstances….I think”.
The female before her stood up as Anne entered the room and a look of mixed shock and embarrassment now spread across her face as she realised to whom she was now talking.
“I am terribly sorry about this, but if you want to leave it, I’ll obviously understand” added Anne.
“No, no, that’s fine” sheepishly replied the guest “I’m looking for a weekend job, I believe its a Sunday you need someone for isn’t it ?”
“Well, yes but its only putting books back in their right places, via category and alphabetical order and may be posting stuff off and putting things out. It would be for however long it takes, but eight hours at max, it all depends on the amount of customers I have on a Saturday, that’s my busiest day and what sort of mess the shelves are left in, most of them just put the books back in anywhere, so books all over the place.”
“Well…, I would…still be interested, it’s a matter of needs must at the moment”.
The light summer dress Anne’s applicant had on didn’t hide a pair of slightly proud nipples that were getting ever noticeably prouder.
“Well o.k why not its not as if we don’t know each other. I’ll see you at ten next Sunday then, o.k” said Anne as they eventually concluded and finalised their talk and just before showing her new employee out.
As soon as she was alone Dominatrix Anne’s thoughts were, ‘the slut, but thinking about it, everything me and the party have decided to happen to her has brought her to this. We got her sacked, and only allowed her to be employed in menial jobs, that hardly pay the sluts bills and denied her any male friends, again due to the party, so she has no chance. So now she’ll suffer at my hands and she’ll become a lesbo slave to the party and me. She’ll also learn to keep that big mouth of hers shut and not to verbally or publicly criticise the party as she does, the self righteous bitch.’
“Well I can’t wait now till next Sunday, cause she’s going to start to wonder why on earth she was born”.
Then Dominatrix Anne locked and bolted the shop door, her nipples now harder than ever in eager anticipation.
That night Dominatrix Anne informed her male slave that he had an appointment at the local G.P surgery where he would go for his immunization jab and receive it from the new head doctor, Dr. Sarah Brown. Then after he was to return to the bookshop and to Dominatrix Anne, whose property he was.
The jab he was to be injected with was to counter a new virulent virus that was receiving huge coverage in the national media and on t.v. It being a virus that was seriously affecting the health of young and middle aged males. The health implications of catching this virus were pretty dire and the N.H.S wouldn’t be able to cope, so the F.S.P. government decided that a mass inoculation was the best course of action.
The only thing was this virus was non existent it had been created only for one purpose, to get males mass injected with a brain and body altering serum, a feminization serum. Slowly the effects of this serum would not only alter male thought patterns but also their physical appearance as well, testicles would shrink, breasts would slowly grow, body hair would cease, body mass reduce, muscles diminish. These changes would eventually be acknowledged as unforseen and unfortunate, but they were permanent. Again it was known that this would occur, but the F.S.P. just didn’t disclose it. The prescribed remedy was to be in the form of a simple daily oral pill which didn’t in fact in anyway correct or counteract any side effects, it just further enhanced them, but by then this mass male feminization programme would be complete and irreversible.
The following Sunday was yet another scorching hot day. At ten o’clock as arranged Jane entered the bookshop and sought out her new employee eventually she found her. Jane now standing atop of the flats fire escape stairs, looked down into the small sun trapped, secluded and private patio area at the rear of the shop.
Below her she took in a glistening sun tanned, topless, oiled, sprawling female form, lying on her back on a towel covered sun bed. Legs open draping, a tiny fold of loose towel covering the trimmed sex, black mirror glasses reflecting the sun. Anne was thus naked and glistening, Jane was stunned and silent.
Pretending not to notice Jane looking on her Anne just lay there thinking to herself ‘worship me you bitch, I’m fucking seducing you. I’ll have you applying my oil soon, your be my enslaved slut. I’ll have you collared and at my feet helpless.
Jane coughed lightly to announce herself, Anne just glanced at her and informed her to start sorting the books on the shops ground floor first. She said this with a certain emphasis that conveyed ‘you’ll do as I say’. Jane hesitated at first but then turned around and went and started her work. Already her submissive side was waking. After a while Anne came down into the shop and with legs split wide she squatted down, she was still oiled and glistening and had on now a black latex look mini kini and six inch black patent stilettos. Jane took in the body that had almost seduced her when her marriage broke up. Because it was this Anne, who was there for her, whom she confided in, and with whom she almost had her first woman on woman sexual relationship. It was this Anne that she found herself fantasizing more and more about and would of submitted to and was beginning to feel like it again.
As Jane continued to sort the books on the lower shelves Anne was almost standing over her.
Then the shops door opened and looking around Jane’s face registered utter disbelief as a male entered the shop and ascended the shops stairs to the above flat. Anne just looked down at her smiling her hands on hips. Because the male that had just gone up the stairs was Jane’s ex husband. When Jane finished that day she didn’t catch sight of her former husband prior leaving but trying not to appear completely shocked she did one more job Anne had her do and that was to put a Female Supremacist Party member and supporter sticker in the shops front door window.
Then during the whole of the next week she wondered what she should do, she did need the money, bills needed paying…..was he her slave, was he already hers, and Anne to what extent was her involvement in the areas Female Supremacist Party.