Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 20:40:09 PST
From: Rose Brooks <rose38@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dianne

Dianne 
Chapter 1 

Hello. I'm a 26 year old young lady and have recently had a series of 
experiences which have
changed my life. I would like to share these with you, but first, some 
background. I'm blonde, 5'5"
and, while I've always been a stocky girl, I have quite a shapely 
figure. I was raised and went to
college in a small town in the mid-west where I also got my first job. A 
few months ago, however,
I decided it was time for a change. So, I moved to the San Francisco bay 
area where I found an
excellent job. That's where this adventure begins. 

One reason I was so happy to get this particular job was that my new 
manager would be the
woman who interviewed me, a highly competent, professional, and 
impressive woman named
Tracy. During my first days on the job, I was somewhat in awe of Tracy's 
technical expertise and
the manner in which she handled her fellow employees both subordinates 
and superiors. In the
begin- ning, I was almost shocked at her tendency to openly chastise 
upper level managers, some
of whom are founders of the company, for errors in judgment. Later, I 
discovered that she is
highly respected by those same managers because she is not afraid to 
vocalize her opinions --
especially since those opinions so frequently turn out to be correct. 

Tracy is a tall 29 year old dark haired beauty originally from the bay 
area. While she is much more
extroverted than I, we found we had much in common, and over the course 
of our first few weeks
working together, we became good friends. We even went to several 
happy-hours together and
attended a couple of small parties. I must admit, however, that before 
long I found myself growing
envious of Tracy's talents both at work and on those occasions when we 
met informally. 

One Tuesday, Tracy invited me to go to her athletic club the next day 
for a game of racquetball
during lunch hour. Since I had played racquetball regularly in college, 
I jumped at the opportu-
nity. I was anxious to meet Tracy in a forum where I could provide some 
stiff competition since I
was beginning to feel increasingly overshadowed by her professionally 
and socially. When we
arrived at the court, we hit the ball around a little to get warmed up. 
While doing so, I definitely
got the impression that I had the advantage where racquetball was 
concerned. Before we began
our first game, Tracy said, "Tell ya' what. Just to make this a little 
more exciting, why don't we
make a little wager. Let's say the loser has to give the winner a 
pedicure." I thought these stakes
were a little odd, but since my confidence was running high, I agreed. 

Well, my confidence was running even higher after winning the first 
game. Tracy had put up a
tough fight, but I still managed to better her by five points. In the 
second game, though, it was a
different story. Tracy played with a determination like I had never seen 
before. It was primarily
this which allowed her to steal victory. When the tie-breaker began, I 
realized that if I were going
to make good on my effort to prove to myself that there was something I 
could beat Tracy in, I
had better get myself going. I played the third game so hard, I thought 
I might pass out from the
exertion, but once again Tracy found the energy to overcome me through 
shear willpower. On the
way off the court, Tracy slapped me lightly on the rear and said "Good 
game, but to the victor
goes the spoils. See you at my place tonight at 7:00." I had practically 
forgotten about the bet, but
I guess we had a deal, so I knew I would be there. 

That evening when I got to Tracy's house, she was sitting around in a 
short black skirt and loose
tee shirt watching television. I joined her in a few drinks and we 
chatted for a while before she
suggested that I get started with my "duties." She left for a minute and 
returned with a bowl filled
with warm water, a nail kit, and some hot pink nail polish. She leaned 
back and propped her feet
up on a footstool, telling me to remove her shoes and begin by washing 
her feet in the water. As I
knelt at her feet, I realized that this was going to be more of a 
production than I had bargained for.

I slipped off Tracy's shoes, carefully washed her feet, removed the 
cuticles, and clipped and filed
her toenails. We talked a little while I worked and occasionally she 
would issue instruc- tions or
ask me to get her a drink. I didn't know that hand-maid duties were part 
of the deal, but rather
than seem petty (and since she is my boss), I fixed her and I both 
drinks while admin- istering the
pedicure. As I began to polish the toenails on her right foot, she 
lifted her left foot to rest it on my
shoulder. When she did this, I glanced up at her with a curious 
expression at which point I
accidentally noticed that she was wearing the skimpiest lace panties I 
had ever seen. I must have
blushed instantly because as my eyes continued up to her face, she 
smiled demurely and simply
pointed me back down to her feet. I have never been attracted to someone 
of the same sex
before, but I actually found myself becoming slightly aroused. 

There were many confused and conflicting thoughts racing through my head 
as I continued to
polish Tracy's toenails. Between coats (she required three), Tracy would 
put her feet together and
wiggle her toes as I would lean close to them and blow gently to speed 
the drying process. When
I continued painting again, she also continued resting one foot on my 
shoulder. Sometimes this
foot would brush against the side of my face or my hair would get caught 
between her toes. I'm
not sure if this was accidental or not, but it certainly wasn't helping 
me to sort through all the
distressing thoughts that were going through my mind. My palms began to 
feel cold and a little
sweaty and my voice was trembling somewhat, but if Tracy noticed this at 
all, she ignored it. Once
in awhile when I would glance up to speak with her, I was shocked to 
catch myself stealing
glimpses of her panties. Finally though, I managed to finish her 
pedicure. When I was done, she
held her toes right in front of my mouth and said, "So, what do you 
think?" For some
unfathomable reason, I had an overwhelming urge to bow down and smother 
her feet with my
kisses. I was barely able to suppress this insane desire as I stammered 
"They're beautiful." I got
up and hastily said my good-byes hoping to get out before making a 
complete fool of myself. On
my way out, Tracy smiled, patted me on the head and thanked me saying, 
"You do good work.
I'll be looking forward to next time." 

Needless to say, the next day I felt pretty silly at having gotten so 
worked up over such a
meaningless episode. I was too embarrassed to mention it to Tracy, and 
since she didn't bring it
up, I tried to forget about it. I couldn't help noticing, howev- er, 
that she wore a pair of sexy black
open-toed high heels without stockings which showed off her new pedicure 
quite well. 

Over the next couple of weeks, things at the office went pretty normally 
though I was never was
able to completely put my visit to Tracy's out of my mind. Several times 
during this period, I had
occasion to be in Tracy's office to talk about a product plan I was 
developing. Twice she came
around to sit on the front edge of her desk and I caught myself 
attempting to discreetly peek up
her skirt to see if she was wearing those same lace panties. I managed 
to discover that she also
had a red and a black pair just like the ones I had found so enchanting 
during my visit. I was
deeply concerned about these strange thoughts and tendencies that were 
still churning through my
head, but my only defense was to try unsuccessfully to ignore them. 

Then, one day after I had given my report to Tracy to be re- viewed, I 
was in the vice president's
office. He happened to ask me how I liked working for Tracy, and when I 
replied positively, he
mentioned how he felt she had virtually unlimited potential with the 
company. He went on to cite
several of her strong points, and as an example, handed me a report she 
had given him earlier that
day. After I read the first page of the report, I nearly fainted. It was 
my report with Tracy's name
on it! I was too mortified to speak. I was barely able to contain myself 
long enough to finish our
conversation and rush back to my office. While in my office, I calmed 
down enough to think the
situation over, and decided to confront Tracy directly with my anger. 

I marched into Tracy's office ready for blood. I told her in no 
uncertain terms what I thought of
her actions and asked her if she had any explanation. She sat me down on 
the chair in front of her
desk and paced shortly back and forth in front of me as she said, 
"Dianne, you know you're a
extremely talented young lady. You've got all the capabilities necessary 
to become a successful
employee here or at any other firm. You must admit, though, that you 
don't possess the qualities
required to become a president or vice president of the company. While 
your technical abilities
are excellent, you lack the complex traits which make someone a good 
leader as well as the
determination that creates opportunities. With the proper management, 
however, you can certainly
make some significant achievements. I like to think of you as a 
thoroughbred racehorse. You've
got what it takes to win the race, but you need the right jockey to spur 
you into the winner's circle.
You've been with this company long enough to realize that I'm that 
jockey. I'm headed for the top
of this corporation with you or not, but, if we help each other, it will 
be much easier for both of us.
Sure, there will be times like now when you might think you feel the 
sting of my whip, but
remember, in the long run, it'll be best for both of us." 

I wanted so badly to maintain my anger with Tracy, to really stand up to 
her for having wronged
me, but it was difficult. I had to confess that she had several good 
points. It did appear that she
was headed for professional success even before I got to the company and 
she probably would
be whether I was there or not. While I had not actually admitted it to 
myself, Tracy was also right
in saying that I was not aggressive enough to ever achieve an 
upper-level management position.
And even though I wasn't sure I appreciated her racehorse analogy, I 
found myself becoming
slightly aroused at the mental picture it invoked as she lectured and 
paraded in front of me. Again
I found myself alone with Tracy and flooded by a quickly rising tide of 
mixed emotions. 

As the wave of emotions built up inside me, tears began to well up in my 
eyes. Tracy continued,
"It's painfully obvious that the business world is still male dominated. 
As women, it's our
responsibility to stick together and insure that we each do the best we 
can. Think of us as sled
dogs pulling in a race. I'm the lead dog, and you're my number two. I 
decide our course, take all
the risks, and pull my fair share, but the sled's not going anywhere 
without your help. You have to
learn to keep pulling no matter where I lead us. Once in awhile, it may 
seem to you as though I've
made a wrong turn, but I promise you I'll get us to the finish line in 
good shape." Then, with a
mischie- vous smile, she added, "the only thing you have to get used to 
is that as number two dog,
no matter how hard you pull, you'll always have my butt staring you 
right in the face." At this point
in her conversation, Tracy stopped pacing right in front of me and 
turned so that her behind was
immediately before me. I didn't say anything, but the tears began to 
slowly trickle down my
cheeks. Tracy started again much more softly, "But that shouldn't be 
such a difficult thing to get
accustomed to." She reached behind her and raised the bottom of her 
skirt, uncovering the lower
half of her pantied buttocks. "Don't you agree?" she asked teasingly. 

During Tracy's speech, I had been gradually coming under her power. She 
had made many good
points, and where her arguments left off, my growing lust for her took 
over. I couldn't take the
surge of emotions any longer. I suddenly decided to give in on my 
complaint and my
competitiveness and to surrender to my newly found passions for this 
beautiful and commanding
woman. She was wearing those irresistible white lace panties again. As I 
made up my mind, the
tears began to flow more freely, but now they were actually tears of 
relief that I could end my
ridiculous and futile resistance to this great woman's control. 

I slid off my seat and onto my knees, burying my nose into the crevice 
of those incredible lace
panties and the gorgeous white mounds hidden beneath. I pressed my face 
into Tracy's butt,
rubbing my nose up and down in between her cheeks under the pretense of 
wiping my tears on
her panties. Tracy leaned forward slightly, pulled her skirt up a little 
more and spread her legs a
few more inches give me better access. She reached back and placed her 
hand gently on the back
of my head saying, "There, there. Go ahead and wipe those tears. You'll 
feel fine in just a moment
now that you've come to terms with your proper position in life." 

She was right, of course. The delicate, unfamiliar mixture of aromas 
from Tracy's perfumed skin,
the soft tantalizing scent of her anus, and the increasing bouquet of 
her womanly juices were
quickly combining to make me forget everything but my desire to satisfy 
this magnificent creature.
I couldn't resist reaching forward with my hands and holding her 
buttocks close as I shut my eyes
and massaged her entire bottom with my face. 

Tracy removed her hand from my head and pulled her underwear down to her 
thighs rewarding
me with the most wonderful sight of her lovely, smooth, round cheeks 
held up by strong, soft,
tanned thighs, meeting in the middle to form a mysterious, sexy, dark 
valley. I had never even
kissed a woman before, but I eagerly wet my lips and began to press them 
gently, slowly, and
carefully to her perfect buttocks. After each kiss, I licked my lips 
greedily in an attempt to savor
every taste and in hope creating an even more pleasurable experience for 
Tracy with the next one.
Using my tongue, I began to reverently caress her exquisite white mounds 
starting from the outside
of her right cheek and licking from the top of her thigh to just below 
her waistline. As I made my
way inward I adored the tiny blonde hairs on her butt which stood up 
briefly as my tongue glided
past, then laid back down under the weight of the moisture that was left 
behind. Before I reached
the meeting point of her cheeks, I moved to her left side to continue my 
tender tonguing of Tracy's
bottom. After I neared her crack from this side, I leaned back a little 
to admire the priceless work
of art before me and to quickly consider exactly how far I should carry 
this procedure. 

Before I could decide for myself, however, Tracy reached back with her 
hands placing one on
each side of her cheeks. She spread them to reveal the downward curving 
path which led from
between her buttocks to the circle of light brown skin which surrounded 
the small mound of her
moist, glistening pink anus. Without having said anything, it was clear 
what Tracy expected, so
there was no hesitation as I leaned forward to fulfill her wishes. This 
time, I let my tongue begin at
the top, above where the heavenly path between her cheeks began. I 
lowered my head, dragging
my tongue along the inside most portion of Tracy's left cheek, barely 
snaking it along the darker
skin beside her anus, stopping when my tongue reached the fold of skin 
between her thigh and the
side of her labia and my nose was adjacent to her pink rose-like 
sphincter. Keeping my nose
against her body, I slid it gradually back up to her waist while 
cleaning my tongue inside my
mouth. I was almost driven into a sexual frenzy at the taste of the 
warm, salty mixture of
perspiration and womanly fluids, and the hint of the more satisfying 
sensations which were to
come. I repeated this devotion on the inside of the right cheek, this 
time paying more attention to
the swells of erotic stimuli flooding my senses. Again I raised my nose 
up through the valley of
those incomparable white mounds while relishing the tastes that entered 
my mouth. 

Finally, I stuck my tongue in the middle of Tracy's crack, once more 
starting from the top. I
lowered my head even more slowly than before, but this time stopped just 
as my tongue reached
the warm dark skin surrounding her anus. My nose lingered in place as I 
pulled my tongue in to
clean it once more before reaching my goal. 

While I did this, Tracy playfully swayed her butt slightly from side to 
side, causing her cheeks to
brush against my face until they until they bumped my nose. Taking this 
as a sign that Tracy was
anxious for me to continue, I lowered my nose a little more and began to 
run the pointed tip of my
tongue firmly in circles around the dark rim of her rectum. I quickly 
pulled my tongue back in for
another swallow and this time extended it as flat and long as I could. 
Starting from the bottom of
her crack, I licked a wide trail right across Tracy's pink, flowering 
anus. Tracy sighed with a long
"Mmmmmmmm" as I continued to lap hungrily against her puckered hole, 
losing myself in its
unusual, deli- cious flavor. My lips encircled her anus as I extended my 
tongue straight and hard
toward her anal muscle. Despite my efforts, her sphincter was too tight 
for my tongue to truly
penetrate, although Tracy did flex her anus allowing me to feel as 
though we were engaged in a
kinky, passionate French kiss. 

We went on like this for several minutes while I pretended as though I 
was "making out" with
Tracy's butt hole. I kissed, licked and sucked with more affection than 
I ever had felt be- fore.
Tracy began to move her butt around pressing back against my tongue, 
grinding her anus across
my nose, and pushing her cheeks together, squeezing my face between 
them. Frequently she
would release another breathless "mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhh" which encouraged 
me to continue
my services with even greater enthusi- asm. Sometimes, her now very wet 
vagina and inner thighs
would rub against my chin, coating my face with a combination of her 
sweet juices, my own saliva,
and the savory moisture around her anus. 

Suddenly, Tracy straightened up, and said simply, "Pull my pan- ties 
back up." Naturally, I
obeyed. Tracy lowered her skirt and turned to look down at me on my 
knees before her. I
realized that I had forgotten we were in her office, still at work. I 
was slightly embarrassed by this
recollection and also at the extent to which I had serviced Tracy's 
buttocks. I tried to hide this by
looking down when Tracy turned to face me, but she lifted my chin with 
her hand, forcing me to
gaze up between her breasts into that beautiful, commanding face. 
"You've progressed very well
here today," she said moving her hand to rest it on my head. "But it's 
already late in the afternoon,
and you've had quite an eventful day. You should take rest of the day 
off to go home and think
over what we've accomplished. Then, you will show up at my place at 
seven o'clock sharp so that
I may further instruct you in your responsibilities and you may learn 
more of what is re- quired to
please me both professionally and personally to the best of your 
ability. Understand?" I nodded
timidly. Tracy stared right into my eyes with a haughty triumphant smile 
as she said, "Now,
perform your obeisance and you may leave." Obedient- ly, I bent to the 
floor, wet my lips, and
kissed Tracy's toes at the ends of her shoes. I crawled back one step, 
then got up and hurried
out, wondering what was in store for me later that evening.