Something New And Different

I'm a 33 year old white man that has never been married, but I date about once or twice a month. I consider myself about average to a little above average in most ways. Most of my dates have been with women that are similar to me until our company's annual Christmas function.

All of the single female employees draw a name for a date with one of the single male employees. I know some trading takes place and I was nervous and anxious about my date. Well, I got a call from Janice, a supervisor in my department and she is not even remotely close to any woman I have ever dated.

I am about average sized at 5' 8" and 160 pounds. Janice is a big black woman - 6' 3" and probably 290 pounds and of average looks. When she called me about our date, I couldn't believe it. Since she is one of my supervisors, I had to agree to the date plans.

Janice planned our date for the Friday after Christmas and said we would go to her place for drinks and food. She said her place was a little tough to find and she would drive me there after work.

We spoke several times at work before the "big" day and I was dreading my date. Well, Christmas was great and we all got back to work on Wednesday. I kept hoping something would happen, but it never did.

Friday afternoon quitting time came and Janice and I got into her Mazda and went to her apartment. The car was an Eclipse and seemed like a small choice for such a big woman. The apartment was not too hard to find or too far from work. I kept wishing I had my car with me.

Her place was nice, but she kept putting her hands on me or running her nails down my back as she showed me around. When we got to the kitchen/dining area, she gave me an apple martini. I declined because I rarely drink, but she was insistent and I gave in. The drink was strong and I sipped on it as she led me to the living room.

Janice sat uncomfortably close to me on the couch as we drank our martinis and talked about work. She put her hands on my leg and asked me, "Did you notice how long my nails are - and they're real". (Her nails are at least two or three inches long).

I asked to go to the bathroom and when I returned, I noticed Janice had unbuttoned her top a bit. She had filled my martini and was holding it in her hand next to her voluptuous chest. When I sat down, she leaned forward to hand me my drink. I felt her other hand move behind my head as she pulled me toward my drink and her chest. She said for me to enjoy my drink and then laughed when she pulled me towards her again and said, "finish it".

I finished the drink and Janice handed me the glass and told me to hold it. I took the glass and she started kissing my neck. When I tried to get up, she said, "you're not going anywhere" and she pulled me down. Janice was kissing on my neck and ears, with one hand wrapped around my neck and the other hand moving up my leg. I started to struggle, but I could feel her long nails digging into my neck.

It wasn't long until I was very horny. I wanted Janice and I told her that we should go to the bedroom. She laughed and started pushing me away. I tried to kiss her, but she kept laughing and pushing me away.

Janice told me to get on my knees and beg for her. I begged and she had me crawling around after her. She told me that our date was over and she would drive me back to my car. I begged to stay, but she laughed and told me it was time to leave.

Janice dropped me off and said very little. I went home and was glad the date was over. She really isn't that cute or my type, but it was an interesting evening.

Two weeks passed and I thought about her a time or two, especially when I would see her at work. We didn't speak much until she called me on a Saturday evening and invited me over. I was a little excited and I made it to her place in less than an hour.

Janice was in some high heels and she towered over me when we met at the door. She bent down and gave me a hug. I felt her nails rake my back as she led me to the couch. I was already horny and she started in with the teasing. Janice made me crawl and beg for her and then she told me that she liked things a certain way. I wasn't sure what she meant and she asked me if I was interested in doing things a little different.

I was already agreeing to everything she said, so I said, "sure". She came back with some ice and a chastity belt for men. After she cooled me off, she put the belt on me and said that she would be my key master. Janice said it would be the only way that she would know that I would be faithful to her.

We spent most of the evening together and the belt was uncomfortable. I asked several times when I could get out of it so we could make love. Janice kept saying that she wanted things to go slow. I was mad and frustrated for about a week, but I had to see her. Each day it seemed that I wanted her more.

Now a month has passed and I am still locked it my belt. I now know that Janice wanted to control me and I can't stop her. The other day I flinched when she scratched me and I broke one of her long nails. First she slapped me and then she pulled out a belt to whip me. Janice said that I had to be punished and then she whipped me. I'm a grown man, but I stood there and let her whip me until I begged her to stop.

Janice has control of me. I am her little puppet and my job is to please her. With each passing day, I see her getting stronger and more controlling as I get more and more helpless.