Meadow of Destiny
by Midsummerman
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
BDSM Sex Story: Clive Tanner is humiliated by a girl when a juvenile, and the shame never leaves him, but it also excites him. In later years he attends an interview for a job, and finds that the girl who shamed him will become, not just his boss, but his owner.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Spanking Analingus Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex .
The boyish ginger girl smirked in triumph as the boy she had pinned under her, his face close up to the thin gusset of her white cotton knickers, was brought to the tears of defeat by her superiority, his first whiff of a sweaty cunt would be permanently engrained in his mind as an audience of boys and girls thoroughly enjoyed his humiliation in a sunny field. None of them enjoyed his tears of defeat as much as the ginger girl though; her sex tingled with the triumphal awakening of her sexual awareness, an awakening to life as a sexual dominant, her slapping of the tearful boys face as the audience laughed, bringing a lusty tingling to her cunt as his tears flowed.
He’d long had it coming. Clive’s mocking of the boyish girl Betty, her plumper than usual figure and red hair making her stand out, and he taking much pleasure in childishly ridiculing her. He’d never forget that day in the meadow ... nor would she. Drawn to the scene by a goading crowd who’d seemed to be on his side, quickly turning against him at their delight in seeing the ginger girl quickly affirm her physical dominance over him, a ripe humiliation so thoroughly deserved, assured as she swiftly wrestled him to the ground. Though the boy had taken pleasure in teasing her, he and others had strange thoughts about the plumpish redheaded girl which they didn’t understand, and now pinned down and brought to tears by her, the boy was beginning to realise those feelings as a tingling in his loins accompanied his tears, the whiff of her cunt, and the laughter at his embarrassment at being defeated by a girl. Betty’s excitement grew as she slapped his face, and now she’d humiliate him all the more.
“Beg me to stop! ... let everyone hear it!...” The weeping Clive’s humiliation deepened, and those strange feelings were magnified as he blurted out a response at her demand.
“Please! ... please! ... I beg you to stop!”. Hetty grinned and pushed her broad milky white thighs forward, having the slot of her cunt tease at his nose, and making sure that his next words were muffled but still audible to the leering audience.
“Now tell me you submit to me ... and I’’ve beaten you!” The leering audience cast wicked smiles at the weeping boy, all ears in anticipation of his further humiliation, as the spitefully robust Betty radiated her superiority over him, her cunt awarding her a very special tingling as Clive made his muffled response at her command, truly beaten.
“I ... I submit ... You ... you’ve beaten me.”. Clive felt a teasing tingle of his own, as the goading crowd laughed at his expense, he unable to avoid sniffing hard at the feminine scent which he now found curiously attractive. Hetty stood up, hand on hips, straddling the still prone Clive and giving him a good view of her knickers, which now bore a distinct wet patch, and sneered down at him.
“If you dare call me names again, I’ll tell everyone that’s not here how I beat you!” With that, the tearful Clive was allowed to his feet, and scuttled away amid the derision of a satisfied and teasing audience.
Clive Tanner never forgot his humiliation in the meadow, and it often crept into his mind as he masturbated, the experience leaving him with a healthy respect, and sexual preference for independent and domineering women. His seed always came forth in plentiful fashion, as he stropped to satisfaction over redheads with authority in particular, the spitefully erotic Betty, whose surname always escaped him and had his memory search for it, having shown him his position in life where women were concerned, all that time ago.
Betty Grantham never forgot her triumph over masculinity either, and her reputation following that erotic incident had brought certain boys to her when in her teens, and returning to woodland close to that meadow with them, she’d enjoyed having them kneel before her, and beg her pleasure, for which she’d gladly masturbate them ... feeling a lusty satisfaction when they shot their seed whilst she belittled them, before receiving masturbation herself from grateful fingers. She had several long term relationships later, but never married, disposing of those partners when she’d tired of them ... after they’d been thoroughly dominated. Her officious nature had assisted her in the working world, seeing her to a position whereby she had superseded many males, and had women installed in positions below her, previously held by men.
Clive had felt strangely horny, if a little nervous that day, as he prepared for an interview for a position at a large and successful organisation, knowing there were many shapely and assertive looking women there, having passed the address many times on his way to his present position. Having sent on his C.V., and then returned it a second time, when asked for more information regarding his personal status and preferences - i.e. that he was single, and had certain hobbies, he was then invited for interview. He’d felt the second request for information a little odd, in that it was somewhat probing, but had given over the information freely ... something that not everyone would do, especially not some headstrong males.
He entered the foyer of the building and headed for the reception desk, where he was greeted by a stern looking woman with sixties style horn rimmed glasses, her smile at him, almost contemptuous, her puckered lips glowing as she lifted her chin and addressed him.
“Name?” Clive had expected her to ask ‘How can I help’ or something along those lines, but responded immediately, dismissing the thought.
“Tanner ... Clive Tanner.” She puckered her red lips once more, and almost sneered at him through her glasses, before turning to her screen, then picking a phone up.
“Tanner has arrived ... most promptly Ms. Carter ... I’ll send him up.”. She pointed a manicured finger with a talon-like red nail toward a flight of stairs.
“Room 5, second floor ... Ms. Rosalind Carter ... you could wait for the lift of course, but it may take some time.” Clive headed straight for the stairs, as commanded, his cock already pulsing as females with mischievous smiles waited by the lift and ogled him as he ascended, he no more than four or five steps up, as a ‘ding’ announced the arrival of the lift. The stern receptionist lifted the phone again and with a satisfied smile, spoke with Ms. Carter again.
“He seems most obedient Rosalind, I’m sure you’ll be passing him onto Elizabeth as a successful candidate.” The Receptionist leered up at him as he ascended, her cunt already warming to the idea of having him perform some duties for her.
Rosalind Carter had been appointed by her immediate superior for her strict ways with juniors and her keen assessment of candidates, especially the male ones. She’d take no element of cheek or possible disguised or open misogyny, dismissing those ones immediately. She pouted her lips and moved her chair away from behind the desk, making sure he’d have a good view of her tight skirt, black stockinged legs, and tall heels. Her nipples bulged hard in her blouse as he knocked.
“Enter!” Clive entered, his meekness instantly notable, and pleasing the severe looking middle-aged woman that was Rosalind Carter, who already liked what she saw as he gave his name without prompting.
“Tanner ... Clive Tanner.” She said nothing, but pointed him to a chair opposite her, whilst wagging the elevated stiletto to draw his attention to her legs, her arousal perking as she watched him glance then swallow hard ... as though being confronted by a Headmistress. As he sat she simply went straight to a question, putting it to him with a tone of matriarchal authority.
“Well Tanner, what makes you think you’ll be of any use to us in the position you’ve applied for?” His cock perked as he tried not to look at her legs, the thought of going over her lap and being punished by her, just for being male, having him fight to keep his composure. He made his response to her question and many others before a calmer smile broke across her face and she crossed her legs the other way, just to entertain the thoughts she guessed he’d have ... his responses pleasing her, already sure this was no misogynist, and thinking about having him over her lap herself, whilst her female juniors watched how to deal with masculinity.
“Well Tanner, I think you’ve earned the right to go before my immediate superior ... I do hope you’re successful.” Her intimation that she perhaps favoured his company had his cock perk all the more as she lifted her phone.
“Are you available... ‘Elizabeth’? ... I’ll send Tanner up for your pleasure.” His balls tingled at her suggestive remark, her teasing smile not helping his muted thrill, and having him ponder about her studied pronunciation of the woman’s name. She pursed her lips and directed him.
“The next floor up, suite 3 ... Ms. Elizabeth Grantham will see you now.” He wasn’t sure why, but something about that surname excited him, he just couldn’t grasp why. Once again he took the stairs and women peered at him, out of glass sided offices which faced the stairway, as though he were being examined. The only males he saw, seemed to be walking around, some pushing trolleys ... none of them sat in offices. He was almost relieved that Suite 3 was enclosed, and he wouldn’t be seen whilst interviewed. He knocked, and as per the prior response, his signal was greeted by a stern feminine voice.
“Enter!” He swallowed hard as he opened the door, and was greeted with a rear view of a buxom and shapely woman with red hair in a bun. Who stretched to replace a book on a high shelf, his cock already stirring as he took in her shape, the black stockings which graced her calves, and broad backside ... then she turned, and with hand on broad hips, gave a wicked smile from pursed red lips as his face gaped on recognising a face from so many years ago. Betty!
That triumphal look illuminated her face once more as she pointed him to a chair, already demonstrating an authority over him, an authority which had his balls tingling, and had her cunt moisten immediately, as he went to the chair without her need to give any verbal command ... her power over him already assured as she pouted her lips and sat at a chair placed opposite his and crossed her legs, somehow provocatively, words then breaking her satisfied smile.
“So we meet again Tanner ... I knew it was you, and not simply someone with the same name...” Her eyes glowed with a serene contentment, as though about to devour him as she continued.
“ ... I knew it as soon as I read our special little questionnaire, put together by a very prominent psychologist ... female of course...” She watched him shift awkwardly, knowing he was erecting at the tone of her voice. Tanner’s mind was indeed going back to that sunny meadow, and his masturbation over it since, beginning to find the situation deliciously surreal as she moved to make her intent very clear.
“ ... it carried several pointers to just the sort of males we require here ... those with a certain obedience, especially toward feminine authority.” She grinned wickedly as she wagged the stiletto on her supported leg, her cunt hot with anticipation.
“We’re gradually weeding out any male authority here, and will have a wholly feminine regime, sooner rather than later...” She let out an almost sexual sigh and stood up, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a stare which had his cock bone to a lusting rigidity at her natural authority, an authority he’d already been taught all those years ago.
“Despite what the position offered suggested, you’ll be my personal assistant here ... you’ll be at my beck and call, and will also perform errands and tasks for other women here too.” She pursed her lips and pointed a finger down to her shoes.
“Now come and kiss my feet Tanner.” Clive could barely believe what he was hearing, but was compelled to obey; she’d taken control of him before, and it was more than nostalgic urge that had him wanting it again. Panting with a lewd excitement, he left his chair without hesitation, and made himself prone at the buxom redhead’s feet. She sneered with satisfaction as he plied his lips to her sleek black stiletto toecaps, his balls fit to spend their seed as he felt the texture of patent leather against his lips. Her sneer broadened on seeing his obvious enthusiasm in being subdued, servile ... dominated.
“I think we can confirm your application has been successful, Tanner...” She laughed cynically as he continued to worship her shoes, her cunt now thoroughly aroused at her triumph over him again.
“You’ll go home now, I’ve done with you for today ... You’ll pack some things ready for a stay at our ... err, ‘induction course’, I’ll mail you the address you need to come to, and you’ll be prompt.” He stood, and looked at her, gasping, his erection in need of the stimulation she knew he’d award himself as soon as he was home. She said nothing else, but simply looked him in the eye with a smug grin, and pointed him to the door. He took a further long and disbelieving glance at her prim smile before leaving. As the door closed behind him, Betty was on the phone immediately, her arousal in need of further stimulation herself.
“Have Dawkins come up, and have him bring the cane with him ... I want everyone he passes to know he’s going to be punished for his insubordination.” As Clive descended the stairs swiftly, eager to get home, he couldn’t help but notice the white faced male ascending the stairs carrying a cane, nor could he miss the entourage of leering women following close behind. He’d learn that being seen with the cane was an open invitation for females of certain positions to attend a disciplining of the male in question.
Clive had masturbated many times following the interview, in which he’d learned that he was to become no more than a lackey for the woman who’d dominated him as a girl. His mind teased him a little, about his humiliation in kissing her feet so readily ... but that in turn only prompted further masturbation. His wanking continued on receiving a communication regarding the induction, directly from Betty, its tone exciting him: ‘You will attend the address below at 3pm prompt, you will not be late.’ He studied the address, then found it on the map page of his phone, erecting on seeing it was a somewhat grandiose mansion, the thought of what may go on there, having him spurt generously ... he would not be late.
Madam Elizabeth ‘Betty’ Grantham, loved the induction parties she’d become a champion of, since seeing to it that the owner of the luxurious building she now resided in - the Personnel Manager, whose position she also occupied - was well and truly dominated, and put to good use within the house he still owned in name only. On days such as this, where an induction was to take place, he was confined to a room in the attic, where he waited naked, ready to be of use to the women who’d attend.
Though the other women would not be there till 7pm, Betty would take great pleasure in re-acquainting herself with Tanner, and preparing him for his induction into what would shortly be a wholly female run organisation. Her mind went to the appointment of a Madam Belinda Gray, a 60 year old dominatrix, specially selected as the male Company President’s personal assistant by her. Gray by name, and grey haired, she had made herself very meek when first appointed, but had gradually become more stern as she worked her way into the hapless male’s life, slowly breaking him down and having him divulge his intimate thoughts. Betty’s cunt tingled on reading the latest report from her ... femininity was on the brink of absolute control of the company.
With her sex nicely moist, her mind went back to Tanner, his imminent arrival, and the lusty memory of having him sniff at her arousal in the meadow all those years ago. She grinned wickedly as she toyed with a leather collar and leash, she’d have him thank her for that day in the meadow by having him lick her cunt in earnest this time.
Clive Tanner waited nervously outside the entrance to the grandiose residence, having arrived by taxi some fifteen minutes earlier. As he studied his watch and the passing of minutes, he had plenty of time to ponder his fate, and erected hard at the thought of being owned by the girl who’d already owned his mind for so long. He swallowed hard as he stepped forward at two minutes to three, pacing up the long drive to the front door. He rang the bell at three on the dot, and gasped as the door swung open immediately, greeted by a sneering Betty dressed in a leather skirt, black stockings, and on her tallest heels ... and holding the leather collar and leash. She half sighed as she barked at him, in no mood for unnecessary reintroductions.
“In!” Tanner obeyed immediately, his cock already firmly erect with anticipation as she pointed him to her shoes.
“Kiss my feet! ... I’m going to have you thank me for choosing you all those years ago...” He went down immediately and plied his lips to her leather once more, longing to be made to sniff at her cunt again. His balls tingled wildly as she made another command.
“Strip! ... I want you collared and leashed immediately!” She laughed at him as he struggled with buttons and zips in his haste to be naked for her, his cock now boning rigid as it was exposed. She sighed with pleasure as she slipped the leather collar about his neck, her cunt wet with arousal as she buckled it tight, then gave a smart tug on the leash as he knelt at her feet.
“Just think yourself privileged to wear my collar, only three men have worn it before, two who are now put to good use at the company, and one who thought he could take me for a wife ... I sold him after he was dominated.” She chuckled cynically at the thought as she led the male she’d dominated before weddings and relationships were even thought of, longing to face sit him again ... but she’d make sure he was good and ready for it. His longing to worship in every way kept his manhood stiffly erect as he watched her broad backside bustle in the leather skirt as her purposeful stride on stockinged legs and heels, legs which had once straddled him in triumph so long ago, led him through finely decorated hallways and up ornate stairs.
His ascent at the stairs was punctuated by pauses, in which she stood over him smiling, knowing that a couple of stairs above, and he on all fours, allowed him a gratuitous look up that leather skirt, her broad thighs clad in stocking tops and suspenders, her black panties that were now wet with arousal, contrasting with her pale flesh and having his cock pulse close to spending on the deliciously surreal reality that she was to dominate him again ... hopefully perpetually. She grinned wickedly after each pause, then tugged him on by the leash, confirming her control over him as his pained knees followed her ascent in utter obedience. As they approached a door which it was apparent they’d enter, she sneered with smug contentment.
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