The Bend-Over Boss

A Shameless FanFic

The periwinkle blue and gold quilted hat box sat on the coffee table next to Holli's purple bong. She had packed a bowl, propped up a greeting card against the glassware, which stated her intention that I relax after work and that she'd be bringing some Kung Pao Chicken and Pepper Crab home from The Congee Bowl no later than seven-thirty. After a deep sigh, I hit that bowl and held the smoke deep in my lungs. Neurons and synapses fired and that lovely feeling, reminiscent of a chocolate binge, tingled in my frontal cortex.

God bless Holli and her orange-flavored chronic.

Upon my exhale, I lifted the lid to the fancy box Neil's driver gave me as I exited the office, and saw a handwritten note and beneath it, a business card atop a credit card.

Sophie,

Tomorrow is your birthday, take it off from work.

Money is no object, but I don't think with our particular situation, tossing money at you in hopes of happiness would go over well. That said, my gift to you is one night of carte blanche switch. That is, you are the Dom and I play the sub. You confessed to me that you'd never play the sub with anyone but me. Again, I am deeply flattered at the trust you have in me. I can give you a lot of things, but things that matter like Trust, aren't paid for. You've trusted me. Now I'm trusting you.

Go to the address on the enclosed business card. It's a shop I like to frequent. Get whatever catches your fancy, whatever you want to use on me. Ask questions! The staff there are artists in their own right.

When you've finished shopping, enjoy some you time. Then head to The W. I'll be late, so get your rest. Dinner then playtime.

Neil

My heart beat fast at the thought of switching with Neil when it comes to naked fun time. He'd always been masterful, cautious, and delightful. Now he's trusting me in that role, even though he himself possesses nary a submissive bone in his body.

I reached into the hat box and lifted the credit card. Oh shit. Beneath it, the card key for Neil's suite at The W.

His gift is thoughtful. I never contemplated playing the Dom with him, how could I? Neil was gatekeeper to a wide world of ecstasy I was just beginning to explore. Let me take the lead and torment him, the object of my lust for six years?

Battle plan time.

Me as a Dominatrix. It's more than a look, so I'd worry about attire later. What I needed was a list of things that'll hurt Neil so good.

Nix that. I don't want to hurt Neil. I just want him to ache for me the way I do for him.

Time to consult my Sargent at Arms. Dug my cellphone out of purse purgatory and texted Holli.

I need some of your input when you get through your shoot and before you requisition Chinese, please.

Within two minutes I got Holli's reply.

Wish granted. Now spill your guts.

I laughed. Am I that obvious? He gave me tomorrow off and wants me to go shopping... Toy shopping.

I can picture Holli's sculpted eyebrows reaching for the stars when she reads my reply. She might even quirk one higher than the other. That is a solid possibility.

So, not Toys R Us?

Yeah, I don't think Neil's too keen on Geoffrey the Giraffe. I don't know, does Sex Toys R Us exist?

A minute passed in contemplation of whether I should hit that bong again before I received Holli's reply. If Bongs R Us exists, then yes, I'm sure Sex Toys isn't a far stretch of imagination. By the way, Bongasaurus wants you to suck on him. He's got some white stuff he wants to fill your mouth.

My hand held the neon pink Bic lighter as I texted back, Oh shit, you mean I should have waited? Oopsie.

Yay for Holli keeping things on track. So, are the toys for you or him?

For me. To use on him. Holli's reaction would be a Kodak moment, no doubt.

Shut the fuck up! He's switching on you! Next thing you know, buh-bye fuzzy handcuffs and welcome to Vanillaville.

Noo! I like the naughty, non-vanilla fun. What is your ETA?

Open the door. This shit is heavy.

Bolted from the couch to the door, and opened it in time to see Holli strutting down the corridor, brown corrugated box of steaming Chinese food clutched in her arms. One hand held her cellphone, and a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

"I didn't think you'd be here so soon."

"Why, is he hiding in your room?" Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. "Shoot got canceled, so I headed to the gym. I'm a starvin' Marvin. So, should we invite him out of your room to join us?"

"No, he's elsewhere. But you gotta see this. I need your perverted mind to pick."

Holli smiled, the effect being somewhat like the clouds parting before the blazing sun. "Pervert duty? I am so in like Flynt." She walked past me and into the apartment, setting the box of food on the coffee table, next to the bong and hatbox.

"Ooh, pretty. Part of your birthday gift from Mr. Boss Man?"

I shut the door and replied, "Yep. The insidious chaste exterior hiding the saucy, he-wants-me-to-be-creamy center."

Holli sat down and started pulling white take out boxes from the mother ship of Chinese food. "I demand details. Gratuitous and explicit details." From the bottom of the brown box, she whipped out chopsticks and handed me a pair. "Seriously, why are you quiet? I want to know all about the very rich kink guru and nefarious plans for playtime. Talk!"

"I want to taunt him. Drive him nuts. Prob is, he didn't enjoy his time as a sub. I don't want to freak him out." That pretty much sums it up.

"Really? No torture or cock chastity belts, or nut-stretchers, or these things that look kinda like a silver pencil. They jamb it in their urethra to stre-"

"No! Eww. I don't think I could do that to him. I won't do anything to him that he wouldn't do to me."

"What then? Tie him up? Paddle him? Can there at least be a spreader bar involved?" Holli dove into her box of Chinese, while mine remained closed for the time being.

"You have given some thought to this, haven't you?"

"Pleading the fifth and hitting the bowl, thank you."

I dug into my Kung Pao, savoring the toasted cashews and tiny, blistering-hot peppers. "There's just so much territory his gift presents as territory to be explored."

"Pick a path, Sophie. The fate of your birthday nookie lies with you."

After swallowing my bite of spicy goodness, I spoke. "So, um, ideas?"

"What part of his body do you find admirable?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, fucking seriously! Here, hit this bowl while my pervert catalog goes through an inventory. Wait, I'm going to need my laptop."

With dusk hitting the city, my overnight bag clutched in one hand and my purse in the other, I strode forth into The W's lobby and made my way to the elevator. If I look like I've got something to do rather than appearing as though I'm looking forward to playing with a bunch of sex toys with scare potential tonight, everything will be cool. That's the mission for being in public.

Away I went. The entire time I stood anxious, pondering if my choices would be appreciated by someone who has delved into this world of sensuality long before I even knew what it was. Deep breath, Sophie. He's taught you a lot about different paths to passion. He trusts you.

I let myself into his suite and made my way to the shower. Lathered up and rinsed off. Got dried and wore a short silk robe while putting on make up. Deep red lipstick, black liquid liner, and smokey eye shadow. Didn't need much in the blush department since my excitement level rivaled that of Marsha Brady meeting Davy Jones. Powdered everything down to keep it in place.

My overnight bag gaped open and I reached in to pull out what I considered my most decadent purchase this morning. I always wanted a corset. This one had a sweetheart neckline which highlighted my breasts into mounds of glorious titty, emphasize my waist and show off my ass. Crafted with quality in mind, the corset had two layers, with the outer being a lovely black silk background with purple, gold, and red phoenixes pattered about in embroidery. The sales associate that guided Holli and I around the store, said that the boning was sprung steel, thus superior to anything one could purchase from a mass retailer.

I lay the corset on the bed, and dug out my thigh-high stockings, skirted thong, and heels. Those were put on first before I wrapped the corset around me and buttoned up the busk. Made my way to the full length mirror and adjusted my underpinnings, before pulling on the laces and enveloping myself in a fabric hug.

Finally, I let down my hair, happy with the tousled waves flowing over my shoulders. Good God, I'm fucking hot tonight. I put my black silk robe back on for the time being.

With a slow breath on my lips, I pulled out the shopping bag with held my toys. With Holli's gleeful help, I made a battle plan last night. When we went shopping this morning, she tried prying details from me. When that didn't work, she began playing Personal Shopper, asking me what I thought of this, ooh, and what about that? The wall of lube took up easily a half-hour of her time as she sampled lubricants between thumb and forefinger, rating the slickness of each one. Holli in a sex shop is way too much fun to watch.

I started wandering down stairs, only to pause at the sound of Neil's voice directing someone, presumably room service. He did say dinner then playtime... As soon as I heard the door shut, I sauntered downstairs, untying my robe so it fell open and showed off my attire.

Neil turned at the sound of my footfalls, and when he got an eyefull of me, his smile broadened.

"You look lovely, Sophie. I didn't realize you enjoyed corsets." The tone of his voice caressed me in a way a physical touch couldn't match.

"Actually, this is the first time for me. Always eyehumped them, though."

He walked over to the linen covered table, and gestured to a chair. "Please, have a seat." I catwalked over to the table and sat down. Neil poured red wine into the glasses awaiting on the table, then placed a plate at both settings.

"What's for dinner, Chef?"

"Beer-braised pheasant with grilled asparagus and chayote, on a bed of Israeli couscous."

"Sounds decadent."

"It's nothing compared to dessert." Oh, he has no idea.

My eyebrows lifted. "Dessert? Inquiring minds want to know what sort of delights you have planned, before I'm the boss."

...TO BE CONTINUED...