DILYS 1 - An Introduction

An ultra sadistic, deadly teenage super domme 


Michael looked up from his monitor as he heard footsteps approach his desk.
"Can I help?" he asked trying not so stare at the gorgeous blond teenager in
front of him. "I'm having trouble with my page numbering and wondered if you
could help", the girl replied. Michael had seen her in the library before and
had something of a crush on her. It wasn't just her beautiful face and curvy
figure, it was the way she carried herself. She had an air of confidence that
Michael could never dreamed of having at her age -or even now for that matter,
and she always seemed to have a superior look to her - it wasn't quite
arrogant but there was a certain aloofness. "I'll have a look", he replied,
pleased at having the chance to impress her with his expertise.

She headed back to her desk and sat down and Michael squatted next to her,
trying to remain cool as she crossed one leg over the other causing her short
white denim skirt to ride up, exposing a surprisingly large, muscular looking
thigh. Michael played about with the document for a few minutes and was
surprised to find that her name which she had typed onto the cover sheet was
Dilys. It seemed such an innocent, almost sweet name, for a girl who seemed so
sophisticated. Michael was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate as
he found himself distracted by the way her powerful thigh stretched the
material of her black opaque tights and her black suede boots clung to her
shapely calves. Even the smell of her perfume was getting to him, as though
her mere presence was enough to befuddle his mind.

What Michael had assumed would be a simple task was proving to be more
complicated than expected, and his frustration at the task and the distraction
of Dilys herself was causing him to make stupid errors. He was aware of Dilys
frequently looking down at him, an expression of annoyance and impatience on
her face. "Do you actually know what you're doing?" she asked at one point, in
a voice that made Michael feel about 3 inches tall. "I...I'm really sorry"
Michael stammered, unable to meet her steely gaze "I'm having a bad day and
this is proving to be more awkward than expected". Eventually after
reformatting much of the document so he could insert a proper table of
contents Michael got the renumbering to work, but looking at his watch he
realised that what should have been a five minute job had actually taken half
an hour. "I'm really sorry it took so long", Michael said, turning to her, but
before he could say anything else Dilys reached down and grabbed him by the
throat, painfully constricting his windpipe. Michael was too stunned to do
anything but gasp in shock as she stared at him. "You're pathetic", she hissed
tightening her grip on his throat. Michael grabbed at her wrist but her grip
was surprisingly strong "half an hour I've sat here while you screw up the
simplest of tasks and all you offer me is a mere apology". She pushed him away
and Michael fell backwards rubbing his throat. "Go back to your office loser,
you've wasted enough of my time". Michael stood up, completely stunned at what
had happened and unable to even look at her. He didn't know what to do, so he
meekly obeyed and headed back to his office, his mind a jumble of emotions.

In his office Michael found himself trembling as he began to try and make
sense of what had just happened. He had only been trying to help her and she
had treated him like dirt, yet a part of him couldn't help but feel that he
deserved it. It should never have taken so long and if he had focused more on
the task instead of allowing himself to be so distracted by her presence it
would have gone far quicker. But she was so incredibly sexy, it was impossible
to imagine that any man could have concentrated in such circumstances. This
thought made him wonder if she had been right to call him a loser. Michael
knew he was reasonably good looking, had a decent job, a nice house and was a
moderate success with the ladies, but what was he compared to her? He could
imagine that she was the one her friends all looked up to and emulated, the
queen bee that had guys queuing up to ask her out. He was almost twice her
age, yet she had spent the last half hour bullying him both mentally and
physically. She had shattered his confidence, physically assaulted him and
left him feeling worthless, all the while keeping him in a state of arousal
and making him feel as though he deserved it. He wouldn't say he was scared of
her, although she had proved to be surprisingly strong, but he was certainly
intimidated by her and compared to her he was definitely a loser. She was the
sort of girl to whom average was no more than pathetic, and he was self aware
enough to know that he was decidedly average.

As Michael was trying to come to terms with this mixture of feelings and
emotions the office door opened and Dilys walked in. "D...Dilys", he
stammered, looking down, unable to meet her gaze. "And how do you know my
name?" she demanded. "It was on the first page of your report", Michael
mumbled, feeling as though he were some sort of stalker. "So your not a
complete imbecile", she replied, smiling as she watched his head lift slightly
in response. Michael felt perversely honoured at such a slight compliment, but
he felt so insignificant next to her that he was grateful to hear any form of
praise. "Do you really wish me to forgive you for wasting my time today?" she
asked. "Yes, yes of course". "Well if you're going to beg for my forgiveness
don't you think you should do it properly?" "I don't understand", Michael
whispered, once more staring at the floor. "I mean, if you want me to believe
that you are truly sorry, don't you think you should be kneeling at my feet,
as you ask my forgiveness?" Dilys asked, her voice soft yet commanding.
Desperate to redeem himself and please the dominant teen before him, Michael
knelt before her without hesitation.

Dilys removed her boots, leant back against Michael's desk and raised her foot
to his face. "Kiss it" she commanded, her voice firm and controlling. Michael
looked up at the dainty nylon clad foot before him, his eyes travelling up her
shapely, powerful looking legs into the darkness under her skirt. He could
only imagine how many men had begged for the opportunity to be this close to
her body, and yet she was allowing him the privilege. His arousal increased
even further and he felt his erect cock pressing painfully against his
trousers. Desperate not to disappoint this young Goddess, he took hold of her
ankle and began to delicately kiss her foot all over. When she grew tired of
this she swapped feet, before commanding him to lick the soles and the suck
her toes. Michael obeyed her every command without complaint, running his
hands over her powerful calves and marveling at the contrast of the silky
smoothness of her tights and the hardness of the muscle contained within them.

After about ten minutes Dilys took her feet from his mouth. Michael looked up
at her, his eyes full of adoration. "You're incredible" he gasped, "so
beautiful, so powerful, so commanding". Dilys smiled and moved one foot over
his crotch, causing Michael to gasp in pleasure as she rubbed her foot against
his rock hard cock. "Do you realise how worthless you are next to me", she
asked, her voice low and sensual. "Yes" he gasped as she continued to
skillfully manipulate his cock. "Fit only to serve me" she continued, "yes"
Michael replied. "Would you like to serve me?" "More than anything" Michael
groaned as he felt himself nearing orgasm. "Without question?" she demanded
"yes", "without hesitation?", "yes", "what is your sole reason to exist?",
"you are" he cried, as he felt his orgasm approach. "Who is your Goddess?"
Dilys asked with a cruel smile on her face as she felt his cock begin to spasm
under her foot and saw his body tense. "You are", Michael cried out "you are
Dilys" he screamed as he exploded with the most intense orgasm he had ever
experienced.

Dilys placed a foot on his chest and kicked him onto his back, smiling as she
watched a large wet stain spread over the front of Michael's trousers. His
senses reeling from the intensity of the orgasm Michael could only look up in
wonderment at the young teenager he had just sworn to serve. It had taken her
less than an hour to rob him of his own volition and effortlessly bend him to
her own iron will. He didn't understand how this had happened but he knew he
was totally powerless to stop her. "I can spot your kind a mile away", Dily's
said, as if reading his mind "you submissives offer me no challenge", she
continued, sliding off the desk to stand astride him, her hands on her hips in
a position of power and authority. Michael looked up at her. From his
viewpoint on the ground she seemed like a towering Goddess, radiating strength
and power and he could feel himself hardening again at the sight of her in all
her majestic glory. Her long, powerful legs, her large firm breasts pushing
against the thin fabric of her top, the arrogant smirk on her beautiful face
all serving to reinforce her greatness.

"I would do anything for you", Michael whispered. "I know you would my pet,
and the first thing you will do is email me with all your contact details,
details of your home life and earnings and anything else that you think your
new owner may find relevant. Do you understand?" "Yes" Michael nodded. "Good",
she replied, before turning and walking out the door.

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