The Awakening of Helen

The Awakening of Helen

© 2015 Sal De Klerk, Helen46, Dakotacpl All Rights Reserved

Edited by ElmerStudd

Authors Note:

This started as a Roleplay between the author who wrote the Donna, Helen46 who wrote Ellen and come up with the title and Dakotacpl who wrote Mike. I hope you enjoy.

Warning:

This story contains adult content including Dom/sub, Femdom, DP, and Older/younger. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.

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I leaned back in the comfortable leather-upholstered chair and looked out through the open door at my staff in the open-plan office. There was a certain satisfaction in my expression that afternoon. It had taken me more than twenty years, but I had finally been promoted to CEO of the insurance company I’ve worked for most of my adult life. The hard work and perseverance had finally paid off. Many of my male colleagues were sexist and had tried to sabotage me on my way up the corporate ladd, but I had triumphed over them all.

My rise to power had come at a cost. Sadly, my marriage had ended in dividend five years ago. Here I was in my mid-forties, at the pinnacle of my career and I had no one to share my success with. My two grown kids were about to go start their own lives, leaving me alone.

Every evening when I returned to my luxurious suburban home, I suffered a pang of loneliness and boredom. My ex-husband had claimed that I was cold and frigid, true to all the cliches when he’d abandoned me for his 20-year old secretary.

In a way, he was right; our sex life had been dormant long before the final break up. And yes I was almost entirely to blow. I had devoted myself to work, any sort of body pleasure took second place. Most people saw me as buttoned up and conservative, and they would have been right. I had been raised in the strict Anglican tradition and my ex had been my first and only lover. Underneath I was a raging kauldron of desire, butI had somehow always managed to keep my salacious desires in check and resisted all temptations.

Now, I was beginning to realize that this attitude had been wrong, that I had not been true to my real self. Lately, I had also been experiencing incredible sexual fans and urges as I allowed my imagination to roam. Partly it had been triggered by the sounds of my 20-year old daughter “entertaining” her older, black boyfriend in her bedroom at least three nights per week when he stayed over.

For the first time in decades, I found myself masturbating as I listened to this energetic black buck loudly serving Sandra. The other unusual thing is that I had been having impure thoughts about some of my colleagues at work. It had not just been men, but also bizarrely some of the women that I worked with. For some strange reason, I found myself drawn particularly to young women in their twentyties, especially confident, assertive, women who know exactly what they wanted and how to get it. They had all the self-assurance and certainly that I lacked when I was their age.

Despite our dress code at work, the college-age girls seemed to dress with an obvious sensitivity, in a way that accentuated their tight, taut, bodies. I’d often fantasize about one of them seducing me, telling me what to do. I never expected one of them to find me the least bit attractive and I’d never conceded control to someone else, or would I? Surprisingly I found the idea of ​​letting someone else dominate me strangely relieving and erotic.

I’ve tried to keep myself in shape through regular gym visits, it tends to be a losing battle at my age. My large breasts have started to sag, my belly is nowhere near as flat as it used to be and the less said about my rapidly expanding ass the better.

I knew that women hit their sexual prime in their forties, but this was just crazy, I felt like a teenage boy with how often I had sex on my mind. It was a daily struggle to restrain myself, as I looked longingly at my young attractive secretary, sitting at her desk just outside my door. I couldn’t help but daydream about having her head between my thighs.

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Donna was happy she finally had a female boss. She was tired of old, fat, married, men chasing her around their desks. Donna was happily married to a man who understand her need to be with a woman and while he was not a true submissive, he allowed her to dominate him sometimes. She had only been married for two years and loved her husband very much. She was often hit on by guys and she’d always decided their advances. Sometimes she would encounter one who was a bit cockier and wouldn’t take no for an answer. In those cases, she would loudly say, “Sorry dude, but I’m married and there’s only room for one dick in my life.” That usually got them to back off.

The first time she’d met her boss, she got a familiar tingle between her legs. She knew immediately that she wanted to seduce her, to control her, but she had to go slow if she wanted to make this powerful and successful MILF her plaything. Donna carefully selected the outfits she wore to work, making sure not to violent the dress code, but walking on the edge. She watched for Helen’s reactions to her outfits and carefully tuned them based on what caught Helen’s attention.

Donna was riding her husband’s cock on a Thursday night and was telling him how she had accidentally ripped her skirt at work, letting Helen see that she was not wearing panties. Mike groaned at the thought of his wife expertly teasing her sexy older boss as she had done to him many times before.

“I think it’s time we have her over for dinner,” Donna said as she slide up and down his hard shake.

“Have her over or have her for dinner?” Mike asked as she met her thrusts with his own.

“Well dinner first then desert, lover,” Donna said as they laughed. Now fuck my cunt and fill me with your baby battery.

“Your wish is mycommand milady,” Mike said as he began to fuck his bride in earnest.

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The next morning Donna selected the most delectable outfit she could wear to work. A semi-transparent white blouse and a black lacy bra that let you just about see her nipples, if you looked hard enough. She also wore thigh-high stockings that barely made it under her skirt. No panties and black open toe 4″ heels. She applied her makeup expertly and went to work. She arrived a little early and organized the schedule for the day. When Helen arrived, Donna stood up and followed her into the office.

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I sucked in my breath as I noticed what Donna was wearing. Christ! Her white bloom was made from the most translucent of materials and her black lace bra was visible. It too was diaphanous and I marveled at the sight of her pert breasts, prominent nipples, and wide brownish areola. I feel a warm sensing in my groin and for a few moments, I lost all concentration.I flashed back to last week when Donna had ripped her skirt. She had asked me to tell her how bad the damage was, as soon as I’d seen her pale flesh, I blushed terribly. The tops of her stockings were noticeable through the tears as was the curve of her bare buttocks. The realization that she was not wearing panties hit me suddenly, which stopped me from giving her a stern talking too about her work outfits lately.

Donna had an effect on me from the start. While she was perfectly happy to take direction from me, there was always the feeling that she was the real power behind the throne. Arranged my schedule and zeroously guarding access to me. She always had this authoritative air about her and I could see the domineering effect that she had on others in the office.

Under normal circumstances, I would not have have been happy to allow a mere secretary to have so much control, but there was something about Donna that had gotten to me. Each morning I watched as she moved gracefully around the other desks. I was mesmerized yet again by her long, lithe body, and her confident bearing. I could also see the lustful glances that she received from some of our male colleagues and not a few of the females. Who am I kidding? She’s only a couple of years older than my daughter. Plus, she’s happily married. Her athletic husband, Mike, equally as attractive, had picked her up from the office on Several occasions. It was clear that he was also under her spell, running around to collect her things before following her meekly to the door.

As Donna was leaving, she stopped, turned, and walked close to Helen, letting the smell of her perfume overwhelm Helen’s senses. She saw her boss lose her eyes and breathe in deeply savoring the sweet musky odor. “Helen, why don’t you join Mike and I for dinner tonight at our place.”

I feel myself get lightheaded when her earthy sexy exclusivecing an aroma filled my nose. I closed my eyes and sucked in the cent like a drowning man gulpsair. I heard Donna tell me to have dinner with her and I nodded my head in agreement, without thinking about the firm’s rules on fraternization, the rules I’d put in place.

At 4 O’Clock, Donna marched into Helen’s office. “Tea Time!” she announced and placed a small tray of snacks and a cup of Helen’s favorite tea on her desk. “By the way Helen, I have a few things to do to get ready for tonight, so I’m leaving work now, instead of 5:30. I’ll see you tonight, at my house, at 7:15. Not one minute later, I know you don’t want to make me wait.” Donna turned and walked out of the office leaving Helen speechless and more than a little aroused.

Donna went straight home and prepared some of Helen’s favorite dishes and strategically placed several objects around the house for use later. Mike came home just before six, shown, and dressed as Donna instructed. Donna, wanting to keep Helen off-balance dressed in a severe cut conservative power suit she owned but had never wrong before. Once the table was set and the food in the final stages of cooking, Donna had Mike open a bottle of wine to breathe. With all in reading, they waited for their guest to arrive.

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One thing that I had been renowed for throughout my long career was my calmness under pressure, but when Donna informed me that fateful afternoon that she was leaving work early, I needed every ounce of Self-restraint to prevent myself flying into a furious rage. Inside I wanted to give her a tongue lashing for her impudence and to make an example of her in front of her colleagues, but all that I did was tamely watch her gather her coat and bag and make a hasty exit. Why was I ignoring all the management instincts which had served me so well in the past? How could I let a subordinate behave like this?

These thoughts filled my mind some hours later as I dressed for dinner. It had been ages since I had received an invitation for an information event, my wardrobe largely consisted of ball gowns and my day-to-day business attire. In the end, I settled on a grey sequin and beaded cocktail dress. It was some more clingy than I had remembered and I had put on a few pounds since I wore it last, but at least it was knee length. My large bust seemed more urgent than usual and my wide hips stretched the material and molded it around my fleshy buttocks. I felt way overdressed, but I had no real alternative for the more intimate setting of a private home. I remembered with exasperation that the last time that I had defeat this dress my ex-husband had spent the evening shamelessly flirting with the hostess.

My wardrobe had always been quite conservative, even chaste, but underneath I would don expensive and alluring lingerie. It had always given me a secret pleasure to attend stuffy Meetings with my male colleagues, knowing that while my outfit was modest to a fault, my underthings would make a stripper blush.

This evening I picked out a beautiful black lace bra, matching high-cut panties, and hold-up silk stockings with a seamless running along the back. To complete the assemble I put on a pair of delicate long spiky heels; the assistant in the store had whispered to my embarrassment as I paid for them that they were commonly known as “fuck me shoes”. As I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing only the underwear and heels, I felt unusually confident in my skin for the first time in years.

I took a taxi to an unfamiliar part of town where Donna’s apartment was located. As we neared the destination, I felt some trepidation. What was I doing breaking all the rules and going to the home of an underling? It wasn’t in character for me to break rules, but I felt a need for compliance and human contact. Something that had been lacking in my life as of late. I was a CEO, mother, and a pillar of the wider community, but I had no friends and no one to warm my bed. There was a part of me that wanted to get away from the image of myself that I had created over the years. The staid, uptight, mature matron. Additionally, I thought of the beginning, assertive Donna and her hunky husband, I felt relaxed. I had left most of my nerves behind as I mounted the staircase and raised my hand to knock. Something stopped me, I stood there for a moment and then looked at my watch. It was only 7:13. I stood on the porch watching the seconds tick by until my watch read 7:15. Smiling, I knocked on the young couple’s door.

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Donna looked at her watch. She smiled, ‘perfect she’s on time just as I told her.’ “Mike go sit down,” she ordered her husband. Donna walked to the door and opened it. She licked her lips at the form-fitting dress Helen was wearing like a second skin.

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My jaw hit the ground when the door opened. While I was sometimes thrown off my game by what Donna wore in the office, I was entirely wronged now. Donna stood before me wearing a knee-length black leatherpencil skirt and a black leather corset top with red trim and laces in the front. The laces were pulled tight giving her already shaped figure more curves and forcing the tops of her breasts to spill over the top, creating some amazing cleavage. On her feet were a pair of excite strappy high heels. I must admit that I felt some trepidation and my heart raced; although I may have been naive about the ways of the world, I He knew enough to realize that leather was associated with a fetish subculture.

“Come in Helen, you look lovely. Dinner is ready if you want to eat, or would you like a cocktail first?” Donna asked, closing the door, cutting off Helen’s escape.

Donna ushered me gently into the room with a warm smile and I loosened up slightly. However, I frozen again and was rendered speechless When I saw Mike seated deeply at the table attired in a simple black leather vest, with a black collar around his neck, and smaller versions of the collar around his wrists.

Just as I was about to turn and run for the door, Donna took my arm and began speaking, “if you are unable to think for yourself, maybe someone should take charge and make decisions for you. You’d like that wouldn’t you Miss big strong boss lady. You want me to be in charge, don’t you?”

Before I could offer any resistance or object, her tongue flickered across my ear sending a shudder Through me and I collapsed into a chair. Donna stood close to me and with an air of authority that I hadn’t noticed before. She said, “I thought so Helen. You are a little submissive slut, aren’t you? You want to be owned and used to please me, don’t you? Tell me you want to be my slut or you can leave now.”

No one had spoken so aggressively to me before and Certainly not someone whom I’d considered as a subordinate. But yet, something was tantalizing about the tone of authority in her voice and the sudden reversal in our roles. I was no longer the boss, who made all the decisions, took all the rEsponsibility, and dealt with an excessive amount of stress. Donna was now in charge. There was something deeply gratifying and liberating about this unexpected turn of events. Also, like the fleeting touch of her tongue on my ear lobe, there was something enormously pleasant about being told what to do. Instead of being angry, I had this incredible urge to satisfy and please her in every way. From my vantage point in a low slung chair, I looked up at her towering above me.

I finally surrendered to my wanton desires, I looked up at the beautiful woman and replied, “Yes, I want this.”

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“Very good pet. Now, you will stand up, take off that dress, and let me see what naughty underwear you have on. Yes, I know, I know many of your secrets.”

Donna sat in an Easy chair and said “Rest.” Mike jumped up and Helen could see that the vest was the only piece of clothing he wore, unless you count the object encasing his penis. Mike got on all fours and Lisa rested her feet on him like he was a footrest. “Strip now pet.”

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Almost as if I was on autopilot, I began to divest myself of my clothes. Blushing deeply and with my eyes firmly trained on the floor, I unzipped and stepped out of my dress. For the past twenty or twenty-five years, the only people who had ever seen me in any state of undress were my ex-husband and my doctor.

I placed my hands over my breasts to shield them from view. But I knew that this was a futile gesture. My fat tits were barely held in place by the cups of my bra and the nipples had already hardened, their outline visible through the thin embroidered fabric. How I had wished that I had taken better care of myself, that I had made some use of the expensively assembled gym in the basement of my home. With my curvaceous form and rolls of pale flesh, I must have seemed grotesque to this fit and handsome couple in their twentyties.

I stood there in my extravagant underwear, stockings, and heels, trembling in fear and expectation, as I watched my secretary exert her control over her husband and I. It was a good thing, I thought, that I had forgotten black panties and that the huge damp stain on the gusset was not visible. There was no mistake, however, the cent of my arousal which filled the small living room.

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Donna looked at her boss in her naughty lingerie, which could barely support her immense breasts. While not as slender and taut as her, she still had a sexy hourglass figure with an extra 15 minutes thrown in for good measure.

“Now, my pet, you will always be dressed like this in my presence, unless I instruct you otherwise. Now it’s time for dinner. Eat heartily, you’ll need your strength for tonight.”

Donna stood up, brushed her lips over Helen’s and tweaked both her nipples before she walked over to the table, and stood there waiting. “Pet, you will need to pay attention. I am ready to be seated for dinner and you stand there doing nothing. Come pull my seat out then you may sit at your place. Slave, go serve dinner,” she ordered Mike, who wordlessly jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

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My knees went weak when her lips cared mine. When she pinched both my nipples I felt myself gush a bit. I stood there basking in my new found freedom until I heard Donna scold me.

Donna’s command added ignominy to my pitiful situation when she ordered me to pull out her chair so that she could sit as if I were the hired help. I dutifully did as I was bid and sneaked a peek at her general cleavage as I waited for her to be seated. Food was the last thing on my mind as I felt my loins stir yet again. It was so strange for me to be semi-naked this close to another woman. The power play was arousing me both mentally and physically, I couldn’t wait to see what Donna had in store for me.

Mike returned with dinner and served the two ladies. Once their plates were in frontof them Mike sat and waited. Donna looks at me, “so boss, are you hungry or horny right now?”

“Well, I, um, actually…”, I stammered. “Please don’t make me say it, Donna. I’m not used to divulging my needs in front of people that I don’t know”. I looked at her pleadingly, hoping that I would not have to reveal how I feel. My mind was a whirlwind of cravings and embarrassment. I did not know whether to laugh or cry as I wondered what work colleagues would think of this situation, their CEO wearing nothing but lingerie at the dinner table, her breasts spinning out from the confines of her French bra, waiting to see what her fully clothed secretary had planned for her, while the latter’s husband sat obediently across from her, wearing nothing but a leather vest and a cage around his cock.