Vivienne's Domination: Power

Vivienne was a successful businesswoman in her mid-50s. She had built a reputation for herself as a shrewd negotiator and a tough competitor. Her career had been her top priority for many years, and she had little time for anything else. But lately, she had been feeling unfulfilled. There was something missing from her life, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

One evening, Vivienne found herself at a bar, nursing a drink and watching the people around her. She noticed a young man sitting a few seats down from her, looking lost and forlorn. He caught her eye, and she felt a strange pull towards him. She watched as he ordered another drink, clearly struggling with something.

Vivienne couldn't resist the magnetic pull she felt towards him. With a determination in her eyes, she approached the young man and engaged him in a conversation that would alter the course of their lives. As he opened up to her, he revealed the depths of his financial struggles, compounded by the loss of his work permit, leaving him trapped in an illegal situation with no means to secure a job and pay off his ever-growing debt. Vivienne listened intently, absorbing every detail of his plight, her empathetic nods masking the brewing thoughts in her mind.

As they talked, Vivienne found herself drawn to the young man. He was charming and handsome, with a hint of desperation in his eyes that made him all the more alluring. She knew she had to have him.

Before they parted ways, Vivienne gave the young man her card and told him to come see her the next day at 5 pm. She promised to help him with his debt and give him a job.

Thomas arrived at Vivienne's office, feeling hopeful but nervous. He had no idea what to expect, but he was willing to do whatever it took to get out of the financial hole he was in. As he was led into Vivienne's private office, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The room was dark, with only a small lamp illuminating the desk where Vivienne sat.

Vivienne looked up at him with a sly smile on her lips. "Thomas, it's so good to see you," she said, motioning for him to take a seat.

Thomas sat down, feeling like a pawn in a game he didn't understand. Vivienne's smile seemed almost predatory, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

But before he could say anything, Vivienne spoke. "I've been thinking about you, Thomas," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And I've come up with a plan to help you with your debt and the rest of your problems."

Thomas's heart lifted. Finally, someone was going to help him. "Thank you so much," he said, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

Vivienne smiled again, and in that moment, Thomas saw a glimpse of something he couldn't quite place. It was as if Vivienne was enjoying this a little too much.

"I want to help you, Thomas," Vivienne continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But there's a catch. If I help you with your debt, you will owe me. You will work for me for anything that I see fit until the debt is paid off."

Thomas felt his stomach drop. This was not what he had been expecting. He had thought that Vivienne was simply going to give him a job and help him out with his debt. He had never imagined that he would have to work for her and that she would own his debt.

But he was desperate, and he didn't have any other options. He agreed, signing the paperwork that Vivienne put in front of him. It all seemed so official, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

As Thomas left Vivienne's office, he couldn't help but feel like he had made a deal with the devil. He didn't know what he had gotten himself into, but he was willing to do whatever it took to get out of debt.

Over the next few weeks, Thomas worked tirelessly for Vivienne. He cleaned her home, ran errands, and even cooked her meals. Vivienne watched him closely, constantly testing his limits and pushing him further than he ever thought possible. She would come up with tasks that were impossible to complete, only to berate him for failing. She enjoyed seeing him struggle, relishing in the power she held over him.

Despite the difficult nature of his work, Thomas persisted, knowing that he had no other choice. He had to pay off his debt and he couldn't afford to lose his job. But as time went on, he began to notice some troubling signs.

First, he realized that he hadn't been paid. He approached Vivienne about it, but she brushed him off, telling him that she would take care of it soon. Days turned into weeks, and still, Thomas had not received any payment for his hard work.

Feeling frustrated and angry, Thomas confronted Vivienne one day, telling her that he wanted to quit. "I can't keep doing this," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I need to get paid so that I can repay you the debt but also so I can enjoy my personal time, and I need to get out of here."

Vivienne looked at him with a cold expression, her eyes hard and unyielding. "You can't quit," she said, her voice low and menacing. "You signed a power of attorney when you entered into this agreement with me and to be honest now your debt to me is way larger than when you first started, I signed a debt that will keep you here for at least the next 10 years. I own you, Thomas. And if you try to leave, I'll make sure that you regret it."

Thomas felt his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

As Vivienne unraveled the harsh reality of the agreement, Thomas felt his world crumble beneath his feet. The power of attorney he had unknowingly bestowed upon her meant that she held complete control over his finances and possessions. She reveled in her newfound authority, manipulating his money and assets at her will. However, Vivienne's control didn't stop there.

With a sinister smile, she informed Thomas that she had taken on his debt and increased it by 10x, exacerbating his already dire circumstances. To add to his mounting burden, she revealed that he was now residing in her house, and from that moment forward, he would be responsible for paying rent on top of the escalating debt. The walls closed in around Thomas as he realized the depths of his entrapment, understanding that escape and financial liberation were nothing more than elusive dreams.

"You're trapped with me, Thomas," Vivienne coldly stated, a cruel smirk dancing on her lips. "Now you'll have to toil even harder to repay your debt. And if you ever dare to escape my grasp again, you'll regret it in ways you can't even fathom."

Vivienne's hand grazed Thomas's ass, a deliberate touch that went beyond mere casual contact. In that instant, Thomas couldn't help but feel a rush of discomfort and protest rose to his lips.

Startled by his reaction, Vivienne's eyes narrowed, her expression hardening. She swiftly moved closer to him, their faces mere inches apart, as she sternly addressed him. "Protesting will not be tolerated, Thomas," she declared, her voice dripping with authority. "You belong to me now, and your obedience is paramount. Your desires are inconsequential in the face of mine."

With a swift motion, Vivienne's hand met Thomas's ass with a resounding slap, the sound echoing through the room. She locked eyes with him, her gaze unyielding as she spoke with a mix of command and warning. "Now, shut up," she commanded, her voice low and forceful. "Go clean the kitchen immediately."

Thomas's protests were silenced, his hesitation overshadowed by the weight of Vivienne's dominance. He swallowed hard, feeling the sting of her touch and the intensity of her gaze. With a mixture of reluctance and resignation, he turned away, his steps heavy as he made his way towards the kitchen. Vivienne's control had been asserted, and Thomas understood that resistance would only invite harsher consequences.

The next day, Vivienne summoned Thomas to give her a foot massage. As he had been explained, He knelt before her, tenderly caressing her feet. Then, unexpectedly, she grasped his head firmly, pulling him closer. With a twisted smile, she declared, "Today marks the celebration of our union." A wicked laughter escaped her lips as she pushed his head towards her and deftly slid her panties aside.

Thomas hesitated, a mixture of apprehension and compliance swirling within him. Vivienne locked eyes with him, her gaze filled with a blend of dominance and expectation. "Are you truly willing to divert your tongue's purpose from granting me pleasure?" she taunted. Overwhelmed by the weight of his circumstances and the potential consequences of rebellion, he acquiesced, knowing that his continued livelihood and safety rested on meeting her every demand.

Thomas hesitated for a moment longer, but ultimately gave in to Vivienne's demands. He leaned in closer, taking in her intoxicating scent as she pushed his head towards her. His heart raced as he felt her slide her panties to the side, revealing her wet and eager sex.

Vivienne moaned loudly as Thomas began to use his tongue to explore her most intimate areas. She grabbed onto his hair and pulled him closer, her hips grinding against his face. "That's it, slave," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "You belong to me now. Your only purpose in life is to serve me and please me."

Thomas's fear mingled with compliance as Vivienne reveled in her dominance over him. With every passing second, she tightened her grip on his head, relishing in the control she had over him. She delighted in making comments that reinforced her authority and emphasized his submissive position.

"You're mine to command, Thomas," she whispered, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "Remember, you exist solely for my pleasure."

Weirdly despite the fear and discomfort, Thomas's own desires were ignited. He felt a surge of arousal, his own longing intensifying as he dedicated himself to satisfying Vivienne's every whim. He could sense the mounting tension in her body, Vivienne pushed him back, delivering a sharp slap to his cheek. "Harder, slave," she commanded, her voice filled with sadistic satisfaction. As she pulled him back from his head, he increased his efforts, driven by an eagerness to fulfill her every desire and push her towards the edge of ecstasy.

As Vivienne finally reached her climax, she cried out in pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. "Yes, that's a good slave," she moaned, her hands gripping his head tightly as she rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

After a few moments, she released him, gasping for breath. "You may go now," she said, her voice still heavy with desire. "But remember, you belong to me, and you will do whatever I say."


As the days went by, the power dynamics between Vivienne and Thomas continued to evolve. After their first intimate encounter, their relationship grew increasingly intense, with Vivienne making more explicit demands of Thomas. She started pushing him to do things he never imagined himself doing. Still, Thomas felt he had no choice but to obey.

One day, Vivienne sat down with Thomas, and in that moment, everything changed. She opened up to him, sharing her plans for the future, unveiling a relationship that Thomas had never imagined himself in. "As you know, you belong to me now, Thomas," she said firmly. "And to make this official from now on, your orgasm is mine, your ass is mine, and your dick is mine. Your pleasure is defined by me, and you will do as I say."

Thomas nodded, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. He had never felt so submissive before, but there was something thrilling about it.

"If I say that being spanked is pleasurable, you will beg for it and thank me for it," Vivienne continued. "If I say that getting fucked in the ass is pleasurable, you will beg for it and thank me for it. And if I say anything, you will beg for it and thank me for it."

"But...?" Thomas asked, his voice quivering slightly.

"Your pleasure is mine to control, Thomas," Vivienne replied firmly. "You will only experience if as I see fit. Do you understand?"

Thomas felt a twinge of fear mixed with excitement at Vivienne's words. She then grabbed his testicles hard, making him gasp in pain. "And?" she demanded.

"Yes, Vivienne, I understand," Thomas replied quickly.

"That's better," Vivienne said, smiling with satisfaction. "Now, let's start your training, shall we? I'm going to spank you until you beg for mercy, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, but first lets see you beg for it." she said, looking him directly in the eye.

Thomas looked up at Vivienne, feeling the weight of her words. He knew he was completely under her control, and the thought sent shivers down his spine. He lowered his gaze and whispered, "Please, Vivienne. Spank me, make me feel your power. Please."

Vivienne smirked, pleased with Thomas's response. "That's a good start," she said. "But I want you to beg for it. Beg for my touch, my punishment, my pleasure."

Thomas's face flushed with embarrassment, but he knew what he had to do. He got down on his knees in front of Vivienne and looked up at her, desperation in his eyes. "Please, Vivienne," he begged. "Spank me until I can't take it anymore. Make me feel your power. Please, I need it."

Vivienne looked down at Thomas, a sense of satisfaction filling her. This was exactly what she wanted - complete submission from Thomas. "Good boy," she said, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now, stand up and bend over the table. Let's begin your training."

As Thomas bent over the table, Vivienne tied him up and gagged him, leaving him completely at her mercy. She then took out a beautiful sparkling pink heart butt plug and said, "But before we start, let's make you look pretty, shall we?" and inserted it into his ass.

Thomas moaned as the plug slid inside him, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but the excitement was overwhelming.

Vivienne then began to lecture him as she started spanking him hard. Thomas cried out in pain, but he also felt a strange pleasure coursing through his body.

After several minutes, Vivienne produced a dildo fitted with a suction cup from a drawer nearby, she attached it to her strap-on and presented it to Thomas. With a swift movement, she removed the gag from his mouth, her words following the action, "You better start sucking on this like you love it, or I'll spank you harder, and it will go in raw."

Thomas's heart hammered in his chest as he stared at the phallic object before him. He hesitated, a flicker of resistance in his eyes, but ultimately, he leaned forward and took the dildo in his mouth.

The intensity increased as Vivienne's pull on his head got stronger and stronger. Thomas deepened his actions on the dildo, sucking harder, taking more of it into his mouth. He felt an overwhelming mix of humiliation and arousal.

Suddenly, Vivienne halted seizing a handful of Thomas's hair, she forcefully tilted his head back. "Look at me," she demanded, her command slicing through the silence. Thomas obeyed, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation as they locked onto Vivienne's unwavering gaze. As she pushed his head to take the dildo deeper, tears welled in his eyes, cascading down his cheeks, a testament to his unmastered gag reflex.

The reality of his situation was a bitter pill to swallow, but he knew he was devoid of options - he was Vivienne's possession now, entirely subject to her whims and desires.

Vivienne stopped and took the dildo out of his mouth. Then made sure the dildo was still properly attached, making sure it was secure and took again Thomas by the hair.

"Beg me to fuck you," Vivienne said, holding the strap-on close to Thomas's face.

Thomas hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the humiliation he was about to endure. But then he took a deep breath and began to beg, "Please, Vivienne. Fuck me with your strap-on."

Vivienne smiled, pleased with Thomas's words. But she wasn't done yet. "No, beg more," she said, pulling Thomas's hair harder.

Thomas felt a surge of humiliation and arousal as he repeated Vivienne's words, his voice shaking with desire. "Please, Vivienne. I need you to fuck me and own me completely. Please, I beg you."

Vivienne's smile spread across her face, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she observed Thomas's obedience. "That's better," she purred, her hand reaching for the butt plug that had been occupying Thomas for the past hour.

With one swift, calculated movement, she pulled it free, a gasp tearing from Thomas's lips at the sudden vacancy. But the emptiness was short-lived. In the very next instant, Vivienne replaced it with the strap-on, thrusting into him with an intensity that felt like it might split him in two.

Thomas let out a choked cry as she penetrated him, the sensation overwhelming him. Yet, amidst the sharp pain, he could discern an odd undercurrent of pleasure beginning to blossom within him, a testament to the twisted dynamic that now dictated his existence.

Vivienne continued to ask him to beg her and tell her how much he liked it. Thomas didn't know how to respond at first, but as she continued to thrust into him, he began to moan and writhe with pleasure.

As Thomas gradually learned to surrender to the sensations, to relax into the intrusion, he experienced a wave of shame wash over him. The pleasure he was feeling, the arousal building inside him, was a stark reminder of his submission. Yet, even as he battled with his inner turmoil, Vivienne dictated his response, emphasizing the perverse nature of their arrangement.

However, just as he teetered on the brink of release, Vivienne abruptly halted her movements. "If you don't cum in the next two minutes," she warned, her voice icy and unyielding, "I'm going to spank you until you learn to cum on command. And do remember, you'll be cleaning up your mess afterward, and my dildo too. Tell me you love that idea."

The demand hung heavy in the air, an ultimatum that left Thomas with no room for choice. His predicament was clear - he had to find his release within the stipulated time or face further consequences, each option equally humiliating and degrading. And yet, he found himself whispering a feeble "Yes, I love that idea," his voice barely a whisper, an echo of the submission that had become his reality.

Vivienne smiled, pleased with Thomas's response. She continued to thrust into him, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm. Thomas felt the pleasure building inside him, but he also felt the pressure to cum before Vivienne's deadline.

Caught in the maw of his predicament, Thomas was torn. He did not desire to reach climax and consequently have to deal with the resulting mess, but neither did he wish to be subjected to Vivienne's ruthless punishment.

Each passing second amplified his desperation, his body aching for the release it was being denied. He found himself teetering on the precipice of ecstasy, yet, the precipice remained just out of reach. His pleas and moans filled the room, a testament to his struggle, yet they yielded no relief - his climax remained elusive.

Finally, just as Vivienne was about to make good on her threat, Thomas felt himself explode, cumming hard and fast. He cried out in pleasure, feeling a wave of ecstasy wash over him.

Vivienne continued to thrust into him as he came, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body. And then, as his orgasm subsided, she pulled out and said, "Good boy. Now, get down on your knees and clean up your mess."

He licked up his own cum and then cleaned Vivienne's dildo, knowing that he had pleased her.

Vivienne watched as Thomas cleaned up his own cum and her dildo, a smirk on her face. "Good boy," she said, running her hand through his hair. "You really are mine now, aren't you?"