From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Rise And Fall Of A Yuppie (FMF, femdom)
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:27:42 GMT

		    The Rise and Fall of a Yuppie

	Mark was the prototype of a successful, and obnoxious, yuppie
businessman. He always was well dressed, complete with power ties, and
had the arrogant air of those who have had their fortune handed to
them. He was the kind of guy that waitresses, secretaries and other
"underlings" love to hate. The careful reader will have noted the use
of the past tense, "was". But that is the subject of our story.

	It all began quite unexpectedly. Mark, like most men, had
become accustomed to the male domination over women that our society
imposes on us. He took pleasure in barking out orders to his female
secretary and the clerical staff of his company. He was amazingly rude
to waitresses, never missing an opportunity to fondle their ass or
brush his hand over their legs. He thought that his authority as a
manager and as a male customer gave him the right to do this.
Unfortunately, too many women agreed with him.

	Perhaps, he had some misgivings about all this, but very few.
He had begun to dabble in female domination, but he viewed it more as
a fantasy and another form of self-pleasure, rather than the natural
order of the world. His position as sales manager in the company
provided him with a private office. He had used his office as part of
the "phone-training" from several Mistresses, and was so arrogant and
careless that he tape recorded his sessions.

	He also kept several magazines and journals devoted to female
domination, locked in his desk. It is, perhaps, ironic that he was so
secure in his role as a "male manager" that he never even thought that
his material would be seen by anyone else but himself.

	But, enough talk about poor Mark, back to our story. Mark had
left the office early one day, as was often his custom, giving his
secretary a playful pat on her ass. He had left behind several letters
and proposals that Laura, his secretary had to finish. It was a
Friday, and Laura was not too pleased with the state of affairs.

	As usual, Mark had left several important parts of the
proposal incomplete or inaccurate. Laura had hoped to leave early
herself, but looking at the work she had to get out, realized it was
impossible. She silently cursed her boss for his incompetence. More
than once, she had corrected his work and covered his ass. "I don't
even think he realizes it," she said to herself.

	Laura led herself into Mark's office. She knew that she had
given him the most recent figures to use in the sales proposal, but he
had included the old numbers. Laura had retrieved the figures from her
computer, but she wanted to find the copy she had given Mark. This
time, she was going to let him know his mistake. She sat down behind
his desk to retrieve the correct information. She leaned back in the
soft, leather chair and admired the view.

	"Maybe, someday," she thought. Laura had been a secretary in
the company for a number of years and she had seen hot-shot managers
come and go. Unfortunately, she had been left behind, even by the ones
who owed their success to her.

	She began to look for the information she needed, in the
disorganized mass of paper on the desk. Shaking her head, she gave up
the search on the top of the desk and opened the drawers. One by one,
she looked in the drawers and found nothing. "The idiot probably threw
it away," she muttered to herself.

	She tried the lower right drawer and found it locked. For some
reason, she wondered what he kept in there. She used her key to unlock
the door, all the desks used the same key, and was surprised to see an
assortment of sex magazines. She pulled out the stack of magazines and
found everything from "The Nude Boys of Summer" to "Leather Goddesses
of Pain".

	As she thumbed through them, a packet of letters fell out.
Laura recognized the handwriting as Mark's and picked them up. She
began to smile as she read the letter to Mistress Rosemarie:

	Dear Mistress,

	Thank you for granting me permission to wear female lingerie.
I enjoy the secret pleasure of wearing nylons and garter belts under
my suits. I can hear the nylons rustle as I walk about and cross my
legs, underneath my desk.

	I am writing, as you instructed, to properly thank you for the
spanking you gave me last night. I have been a naughty boy,
masturbating without permission, and I certainly deserved the
punishment you administered. I will try to improve my behavior.

	I must beg you not to call me at work. I became extremely
embarrassed when you called last week. I was giving instructions to my
secretary when you called to inquire if I was wearing the panties you
sent. I'm sure my cheeks turned red. I don't know if my secretary
could understand our conversation but I must beg of you, to respect my
situation.

	Submissively, Mark

	Chuckling, Laura recalled the incident. She had wondered what
had come over Mark that day. He looked like a little boy with his hand
in the cookie jar when that call came through. She had heard a mumbled
reference to black lace, but had dismissed it. Now, she understood
what was going on. Her curiosity aroused, it wasn't often that she
heard Mark beg, she sat back and read some more of the letters. She
also found several cassettes, which she decided to take home to listen
to. Several things were falling in place, now. Recently, Mark had been
shutting his office door and refusing to take phone calls for long
periods of time. Laura had never really known what he was doing but
had noticed he often came out with a flushed face.

	Putting two and two together, Laura began to think about how
she could use this information to her betterment. She jotted down the
phone number of Mistress Rosemarie and went to work, finished the
sales proposals and letters she needed to get out. Perhaps, it won't
be so bad, working late tonight, she thought to herself.

	Laura had a long and productive talk that evening with
Mistress Rosemarie. Together, they worked out a plan to jointly train
Mark and make some changes around the office as well.

	Mark returned to work on Monday and thought he noticed
something different in his office. He couldn't decide what it was, but
he soon found out. Shortly after he arrived, Laura paged him and told
him he had a visitor, a Mistress Rosemary. Mark was annoyed that this
woman was visiting him, he had viewed their relationship in selfish
terms and wanted to be able to define the terms of their relationship.
Having her visit him at work was not what he had in mind. He was
determined to tell her who was "the boss" and told Laura to send her
in.

	Mark's display of authority disappeared as soon as Mistress
Rosemary walked in. He stood up to greet her, and found his voice
shaking. The woman's presence turned him into a jellyfish. Her body
was majestic, towering over Mark. Her breasts were firm and upright,
her legs rising to a magnificent bottom.

	But her power did not come solely from her beauty, her control
over her subjects was psychological, as well. Mark had the sense not
to sit down. She walked into the office and made herself at home.

	"Tell me, little Mark," she inquired. "What color panties did
you wear today?" Mark stammered and said that he had forgotten her
instructions and had worn his own underwear. Mistress Rosemary walked
to Mark and said, "Show me." Mark began to protest but was answered
with a stern "Now" coming from his Mistress. He walked out from behind
his desk, his throne of power, and stood before her.

	She reached over and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants
and watched them fall to the floor. Mark was completely humiliated, at
least as humiliated as he could imagine, as she stood before this
imposing woman, with his pants around his knees. Yet even as he felt
completely embarrassed, he was surprised to see his cock rising, in
tribute to his Mistress.

	"You will have to be punished for your disobedience, little
one," Mistress Rosemary intoned. Mark mumbled that he didn't think
this was an appropriate place for punishment. Mistress Rosemary
laughed and said, "What would you suggest, the employee cafeteria?"

	As she spoke, she took out a blindfold and put it around
Mark's face. She led him over to the edge of his leather sofa and
pushed him, face down over the arm. Mark had previously delighted in
seducing and even assaulting several secretaries on that couch, so it
was particularly appropriate that his dethroning should take place
there. With Mark protesting and pleading with Mistress Rosemary, and
Rosemary not even listening, his punishment began.

	She pulled down his shorts and ran her hand over his plump
cheeks. The skin was soft and tender, although she could see faint
signs of her previous handiwork. She lulled Mark into a false sense of
complacency with her gentle fondling, only to startle him with a smart
slap on his right cheek. Mark muffled his cry, anxious that no one
else should hear or see his predicament. Of course, what he didn't
know was that Laura had entered the room as soon as he was
blindfolded, according to plan.

	The session was brief. Mistress Rosemary ended the spanking
and gave Mark strict instructions that he was to wear panties to work
every day, from now on. She instructed him to wear a particular color
each day of the week.

	As Mark protested that he couldn't remember the colors
required, Mistress Rosemary mocked him, "An important executive like
you, not being able to remember, what a shame. I guess that's why you
have a secretary." And with that, she pulled off the blindfold and
Mark was surprised and even more humiliated to see Laura standing
before them.

	He buried his face in the sofa, unable to believe his
predicament. "Now, now," Laura spoke. "Little Mark shouldn't worry,
Laura is in charge now. Everything will be all right." And indeed,
everything was all right. Mark may have disagreed that moment, but
he's learning to appreciate his new position.

	Mistress Rosemary spoke, "Laura and I will be training you,
jointly from now on. You are to report to her each morning for a
pantie inspection and follow her orders, as if they were mine. I will
be monitoring your situation and will not look kindly on any reports
of disobedience. Any evidence of an uncooperative attitude will not
help your "career path" here at the company. Mrs. McAllister, the wife
of the company president, and I are very good friends."

	With that, Mistress Rosemary left the room and Mark stood up
to pull up his pants. "Just a minute, young man," Laura spoke up. "I'm
not through with you, yet." She walked over to the spot that Mistress
Rosemary had occupied and began a recitation of the abuses she had
undergone since Mark had been put in charge of her department. Every
instance of disrespect, condescension, and rudeness was matched by
another slap on his ass.

	"I am old enough to be your mother," Laura scolded. "But that
hasn't stopped you from lusting after me. Did you think I hadn't
noticed the times you stared down my blouse or the time you peeked
around the corner while I was adjusting my stockings?" Mark buried his
head in shame, concerned about what Laura would require of him.

	"Stand up," Laura commanded. Mark struggled to stand up, his
ass burning and his legs stiff.

	As he stood before Laura, she reached over and squeezed his
erect cock. "For too long, you have used this organ as an instrument
of power. From now on, it will become a symbol of your submission. I
will control your body and your mind, and use it as it pleases me. In
addition, there will be a number of changes around here. I will allow
you to retain your title, for now. I will be promoted to Executive
Assistant, with appropriate adjustment in salary. I will make the
decisions, and will get credit for my work." Laura abruptly turned
away and said, derisively over her shoulder, "Put your clothes on,
Mark, we have work to do!"

	Of course, things changed rapidly for Mark. Laura was promoted
and her attention to detail and management skills made her a rising
star within the company. She remained in her department for the time
being, although, there were rumors of transfer and promotion.

	As for Mark, he was turned into a little puppy. Each morning,
he was required to display his panties for Laura and any deviation
from the schedule was strictly punished. Laura had warned him that he
was to treat all the women in the department with respect, as he would
treat her, and even hinted that she had told several of them details
of their new "arrangement".

	As a consequence, Mark cowered before all the women, never
daring to challenge Laura.

	Laura delighted in this psychological domination. Once, when
Mark was expecting an important female client, she ordered him to
remove his trousers during her visit. He was forced to cower behind
his desk, dressed in his delicate panties, garter and stockings. Mark
swore that he heard giggling from the women and Laura, when she left.
Other times, while Laura was on the phone with customers, she would
signal to Mark to undress. With Mark naked at her feet, licking her
boots, Laura would make the calls and do the work that Mark used to be
responsible for. Mark found this extremely humiliating, to hear Laura
talking to his former clients and customers.

	Of course, Laura did find some other uses for Mark. She
trained him and his tongue to properly pay tribute to her and her
body. His ass was spanked frequently, often with others secretly
looking on. But she soon realized the mental and psychological
domination and humiliation was much more powerful, and long lasting,
than any physical punishment. The combination of the two were awesome.

	As she looked back, she couldn't believe the years of abuse
and disrespect that she had accepted. Confident in her new power and
prestige, she gratefully patted Mark's ass. His incompetence, which
had led to her introduction to Mistress Rosemary and female
domination, had led to Mark's recognition of his true submissive
nature and her rightful rise to power.