FFC-006 Coffee, champagne and weak knees

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Coffee, champagne and weak knees

It is a cold, rainy day in February, I am already late so I hurry towards the station. Just a quick stop at my favourite coffee place for a coffee and a croissant. In front of me in the queue is a woman who, at first glance, is dressed in a refined, classic style. Normally the type I would gladly feast my eyes on, but since I am in a hurry and can see the seconds ticking away, I mostly hope she finishes her order quickly. There is an important pitch on the agenda today with an external investor, so being late is not an option.

Earlier this week I took my best suit to the dry cleaner's, just to be safe, to leave nothing to chance. While I run through the pitch in my head yet again, the woman is still standing in front of me and the queue behind me only keeps growing. But I am unbearable without my favourite coffee in the morning, so walking away is not really an option.

Time is now really starting to press, so I decide to tap the woman in front of me on the shoulder to politely ask her to hurry up. The woman turns around and looks at me with an icy cold and above all penetrating gaze, a look that makes such an impression that I can barely get my words out.

Unintelligible sentence

Half stuttering, I produce a virtually unintelligible sentence and she gives me a contemptuous smile in return. Before I know it I feel her hand grab me firmly in the crotch and she whispers in my ear: "Listen, little one, the card machine is out of order, you can pay for my coffee." I actually have no idea whether this is a question or an order, but I decide, semi-spontaneously, to answer 'yes, of course'. Only then does she take her hand away and can I breathe calmly again. Still bewildered by what has just happened, she smiles once more, pinches my cheek and walks away.

I watch her go for a moment, with her wheeled suitcase, shiny high heels and a beautiful leather coat down to her knees. "That will be seven euros fifty," I hear a voice say in the distance. "Hello sir, that will be seven euros fifty," the voice sounds much louder now from behind the counter. I notice I have been lost in thought, but by the third time I am back in the moment and I pay for my own coffee and croissant too. I look at the clock and run to the train as fast as I can, I arrive on the platform just in time, step onto the train and see the doors close behind me.

A big impact on me

I let myself sink into one of the few empty seats in the carriage and try to catch my breath. Partly tired from running for the train, but above all what happened in the queue has had a big impact on me. Where I would normally play the pitch through in my head thirty times or so in preparation, my thoughts now wander off again and again. Who was that woman? Why did I let myself be overpowered so easily? And did I actually find it a pleasant experience, or should I have been more dominant myself?

So many questions, but the chance that I will ever find an answer to them is, rationally speaking, so small that I try, bit by bit, to focus on the day ahead. When I reach the station I get off the train and walk towards the office. A few minutes' walk, but just enough to clear my head and get back into the right focus. I greet the receptionist and take the lift to the boardroom on the 26th floor. I hang up my coat, make sure my laptop is connected to the screen and set up the presentation.

Ready for the reception

With my two direct colleagues I practise the pitch one last time, we are completely ready to make an unforgettable impression. It is a few minutes to ten, so I walk to the lift to collect our guests from the investment company downstairs in the lobby. The moment I step into the lift the natural tension builds up again, because there is a great deal at stake today. I watch the lights of the lift count down and when we reach the ground floor the doors open.

There I get a shock for the second time. Because I see a group of four people standing there, and one of them I recognise immediately: it is the woman from the queue this morning.

Hospitable impression

There is only one chance to make a good impression, so I try to pull myself together and come across as welcoming. "Good morning and welcome to our office, a day we have been looking forward to enormously," comes out of my mouth, somewhat nonchalantly. I introduce myself politely to the group and quite quickly realise that the woman in question is the most senior in rank in this team - of course she is!

She gives me a firm handshake and says: "Pleasure to meet you, little one, Chanel is the name." And once again I freeze for a fraction of a second, did she really just say little one...? Did everyone in this group hear that, or did I imagine it?

I try to collect myself and get through the round of introductions as best I can. But afterwards it still goes wrong. "Excuse you me, and follow me to the lift," I say, realising as I do that I am making a linguistic error. Once in the lift I feel Chanel standing very close to me, softly whispering in my ear: "That is a contamination, little one, one penalty point for you." I do not blush or turn pale, but of course all sorts of things are going through my head again. A penalty point, what would that mean, that I am behind 1-0 in winning the investment, or does she have something else in mind?

The lift, which normally goes almost at the speed of sound, feels like it is crawling up at a snail's pace today. At last the doors open, and I lead the group to today's holy domain: the boardroom.

Hired barista

Once the guests have been well looked after by the barista hired especially for today, the pitch can begin. We chose a pitch supported by classical music, to set the tone of voice well but also to connect with the product. I notice that my colleagues deliver a stunning story, so that fortunately I quickly get into the positive flow myself too.

Our guests are unanimously enthusiastic and there turns out to be even more in it than the initial investment we were looking for. The mutual trust is so great that the intention for a long-term partnership is expressed. Even though it is still early in the day, this is a good moment to bring out the champagne. Especially for this occasion not champagne in the Moët category, but a proper Dom Pérignon. We fill and raise our glasses and toast to a wonderful and successful partnership.

Well done, little one

Chanel walks over to me and says: "Very well done, little one, you deserve something better than a simple Dom Pérignon." I see her walk towards the toilets with the glass and casually pour the rather expensive champagne into a planter. A few minutes later she comes out of the toilet, the champagne glass in her hand, but now filled almost to the brim again. She walks up to me, presses the glass firmly into my hand, picks up her own glass and says: "Cheers, little one, to a successful partnership."

Full of amazement I look at the glass, it feels warm, I think to myself, surely it can't be that... But before I can finish the thought she says: "Well, what are you waiting for, little one, this divine champagne is the best you will taste in your whole life. So take a sip and don't disappoint me, swallow it properly and enjoy it, or at least pretend to, all eyes are on you now." I carefully take a sip, feel the warm golden liquid in my mouth and try to swallow it calmly.

Because of all the adrenaline going through my body at this moment, I enjoy it more than I ever thought I would. Chanel looks at me contentedly, but says nothing. She tucks a note into my hand, turns around, walks over to my other colleagues and carries on the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Bitter and salty

I try to drink the glass empty a little faster after all, to prevent anyone from noticing. The taste is bitter and salty, but somewhere it sends a thrill from the crown of my head to my toes. To be safe I take a mint afterwards to eliminate any smell of her divine champagne from the rest of the group. I decide to put the note in my pocket before reading it, to stay professional, although I can feel it burning in my pocket the whole time.

There is still plenty of talk about all the plans and the good cooperation, so that time flies by. The snacks and drinks follow one another at a rapid pace and the atmosphere becomes more and more relaxed. It is already towards the end of the afternoon when our guests start to make a move to leave.

Outstanding penalty point

Chanel comes over to me with her colleagues and says with a wink: "Excuse you me, little one, it is time for us to go. But it will not be a farewell, but a see you soon, with this successful partnership. We will see you again soon to talk about developing the plans further. And some of you I will undoubtedly see again very shortly." Those last words immediately start churning in my head, the next meeting had been scheduled earlier in the day for about six weeks from now, which is hardly what you would call very shortly.

Meanwhile I walk with them to the lift and accompany the guests down to the lobby. As soon as they walk outside I take the note out of my trouser pocket and it says, short and to the point: 'Little one, there is still a penalty point outstanding. Make sure you are at the Krasnapolsky at 20:00 sharp tonight, room 231.' And again a moment when I feel my heart pounding in my throat. So many questions rise up in me, but this time above all the tension in my body, which is so curious about what is to come.

Fortunately well dressed

I quickly go back to my colleagues to say goodbye and to grab something to eat somewhere. Time ticks away slowly and with all the tension I am not very hungry either. When it is 19:30 I decide to pay and walk to the hotel, which is a few minutes' walk away. The last thing I want is to be late, so I step into the hotel at 19:45. Fortunately I am well dressed, so I can move through the lobby fairly inconspicuously.

I walk to the lift and get out on the second floor and soon I am at room 231. But when I look at my watch I see that it is 19:55, I take out the note again and it really did say 20:00 sharp. So whether it is a mind fuck or not, I decide to wait outside until it is 20:00. Just as I am about to knock I see that the door is already ajar, so I slowly sneak into the room.

Chanel's suitcase

In the enormous room I see only Chanel's wheeled suitcase, which I clearly recognise from this morning at the station. There is also a beautiful classic wooden bed, I am no expert, but it is clearly not made of poplar wood. I walk towards the bed and see another letter lying on the bedside table, I unfold it and read it carefully: "Very good, little one, that you have taken this step. I am still enjoying a delicious meal, but that gives you all the time and space to get yourself ready for the collection of the penalty point.

Go to the bathroom, take a thorough shower, shave and make sure you are completely cleaned out. Put on the thong lying in the bathroom and put on the mask. I will be back at 21:00, so make sure that between 20:55 and 21:00 you have uncorked and poured the champagne. Then wait by the door, kneeling with your head down, until I am inside. What happens after that is a question for you, but for me it is a certainty... "

Completely cleaned out

I break out in a sweat all over, I read it carefully once more to be sure I have understood everything properly. That is not easy with the tension going through my body at this moment. Especially the part 'completely cleaned out', what could that mean? I decide to consult Google and soon I end up on a kinky website about anal sex and douching the rectum. Something that is normally so far removed from me, but I have come this far, I want to overcome this step too.

I read various tips about douching, but of course I do not have the necessary equipment with me. When I walk into the bathroom I see, fortunately, that everything has been thought of and there is a razor and an anal douche ready with detailed instructions on how to use it. I decide to shower and shave myself first to relax a bit after this exhausting and emotional day.

Anal douche

After I have done that thoroughly I pick up the anal douche and fill it with lukewarm water. I insert it and slowly squeeze the water out and feel it flow into my body. It feels strange, but not much else happens yet. With the next wave I feel my body fill further until the strange moment when I can no longer hold it in and it flushes out again in a big rush. It feels strange, humiliating, but also a kind of pride and victory. I repeat this a few more times and then dry myself off.

The leather thong that has been laid out matches Chanel's outfit today perfectly, it is classic, stylish, but with a slightly kinky edge. I put on the thong and feel the tension go through my body once again. Putting on the mask is a bit harder, it is also made of leather, but it is so tight that it takes me a few minutes to get it on properly. And then it sits wonderfully and the smell of the leather completes the experience. I walk back to the room and see that it is almost 20:55.

No time to lose, I think, so I quickly go to the fridge to take out the bottle of champagne. When I pick up the bottle I see that it is "coincidentally" a Dom Pérignon... I uncork the bottle and fill the two glasses standing on the cabinet. Then I walk to the door, get down on my knees and bow my head to the floor, waiting for what is to come.

Tapping of heels

A few minutes later I hear footsteps in the corridor, or rather the tapping of heels. The sound comes closer and the door is then softly opened. I feel incredibly vulnerable as I hear the footsteps, commanding yet elegant, approaching me. I cannot see her, but I feel in every part of me that I am being watched. Then a few more steps, then silence again and presumably the gaze. This spectacle goes on for minutes. Until the moment the boot is placed right next to my hand. “Well, what are you waiting for, little one, show some respect and kiss these beautiful boots.”

Before I move my mouth towards it, half a “yes, Chanel” slips out, followed by a firm smack on my buttocks. "From now on it is Mistress Chanel to you, little one," she adds venomously. Those words sink in, they make me feel even more humble than I already was. I therefore kiss her boot with complete devotion and, strangely enough, I also feel completely at ease and in my place.

Heel on my neck

The moment I threaten to move my mouth upwards I immediately feel the point of her other heel on my neck, pushing me down. "Stay low, little one, you have to earn the crumbs first," I am told at once. After I have licked both boots completely clean as well as I could, Mistress Chanel seems to think it is enough. She presses my head to the floor again and orders me to stay like that. I hear her heels tap across the room towards the other side of the room where the suitcase stood. The zip opens and I hear all sorts of things being taken out of the case.

Then the tapping through the room again: tick tack, tick tack, a wonderful sound that is music to my ears. Because I cannot see anything the sound comes in extra strongly, a caress for all my senses. I hear the boots and clothing coming off, and a specific creaking sound of clothing seems to take their place. It takes quite a while, so the anticipation keeps building more and more. Then I hear a tapping sound approaching me again, clearly different heels, a sharper sound.

Smooth glove

The sound approaches to within a few centimetres of my body. I feel a smooth glove around my neck, just under my mask. A cold chain takes its place and with a click I feel the collar close. With a firm yank I am pulled up by the collar and I look straight into the eyes of Mistress Chanel. She grants me a moment to take in her magnificent outfit, it is completely black and shiny and turns out to be entirely latex, from her gloves to her high boots, from her skirt to her top.

Dazzling has taken on a new meaning today, what a magnificent Mistress towers above me. She gives me a condescending little smile, one I recognise from earlier in the day. "Follow," she says, and she gently pulls me along behind her by the collar. On hands and knees I crawl after her with the most beautiful view I could ever have dreamed of. After a few laps around the room we stop at the bed. There is another item lying on it which she describes as a big surprise. "Close your eyes," she whispers in my ear, "and open your mouth as wide as you can."

Rubber object

I do not hesitate for a second, close my eyes and open my mouth. I hear a strap being fastened and have a feeling of what is to come. A few seconds later I feel a rubber object disappear into my mouth, moved slowly back and forth. It is not deep, but it is also a feeling I do not know, so after a few movements a gag reflex rises. She pulls it out of my mouth and starts laughing out loud, however much I wanted to perform, this feels like a humiliation.

I soon get a second chance and try to move to her rhythm, fortunately I pick it up quickly and can enjoy it too. After a few minutes the movements stop and I am allowed to open my eyes. A fairly large black strap-on is fastened around her body, wet with the drool from my mouth and throat. Mistress Chanel says with a satisfied look: "So, little one, it seems you do not have much experience yet, but there seems to be potential. Of course this is only the beginning, to work off your penalty point a bit more is needed, naturally."

Open your mouth!

She walks to the two glasses of champagne, I have become thirsty by now so I long for a sip. She walks back to me with the glasses and takes an approving sip and then says "open your mouth, quickly." But at the moment I expect a sip of champagne she spits into my mouth and then closes my lips. I swallow the liquid and realise that once again I have been wrong-footed. She pulls me up by the collar and steers me back towards the door. I have to hold my hands out in front of me and the two glasses of champagne are pressed into them.

My eyes are covered and I hear heels in the corridor again, approaching the door. There is a knock on the door, after which Mistress Chanel whispers in my ear: "So, little one, now you may really show us what you are worth..."

Specifications: Femdom fantasy contest 2025

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3,568

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Train – strap-on – classical music – poplar wood – contamination

Entry number

FFC-006

Received on

27 February 2025

Submitted by

slave o

Source

Text: slave o
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