Point of View by Miss Irene Clearmont

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Point of View – Gregory, in charge of the office, in charge of his life, in charge of himself. That is, before Josephine and Frances decide otherwise. What starts as a casual game and an office temptation becomes more serious than he could ever have guessed. As Josephine seduces and manipulates her boss and Frances eggs her on, it all becomes more serious as Pamela, Gregory’s wife, becomes an unknowing participant.

This is a tale of how a man can fall under the spell of a woman who discovers that what she demands, she can get. Edging him, always promising without delivering, tempting and manipulating her prey until almost anything is possible. Josephine is the star of this female domination fantasy, but Frances, Eve and Pamela all have parts to play as she matures to become Gregory’s true owner.

The novel takes all of the players in this twisted romance one at a time. Chapter by chapter, discovering their thoughts and motivations as Gregory is reduced to a shadow of he slips into a new world of obedience and newly discovered pleasures. The trap opens wide and Gregory becomes an amusing plaything for a mistress who has no mercy and is always determined to discover new humiliations and games to play with him.

Setting – USA

F/m, F/f, BDSM, Slavery, Control, Grooming, Corporal, Humiliation, Office, Tattoo, Restraint, Chastity.

Strength 8/10 – 87,000 Words

Written 2023

Excerpt: Point of View

Book One – Opinions

Chapter 01 Josephine

Well, I know, I’m a bitch! There’s no getting around it, call me out and I’ll laugh in your face, sticks and stones and all that. A selfish bitch who knows what she wants and always gets it! The result of a broken home? My genetic make-up, modern society or just an addiction to pleasure? Any one of these and many more could be a cause, but in the end, facts are facts! A torrid history of boyfriends who didn’t meet my high standards, one-night stands that left a sour taste in my mouth and the discovery that if I didn’t fight for what I want out of life, it certainly wasn’t going to be served up to me on a golden platter.

All I ever wanted was a man who fits my idea of a perfect partner, not too much to ask, it’s what all of us want. Good looking, takes care of himself, gives me what I need in bed and looks after me in all those little intimate ways that a woman needs. I was starting to think that a man like this just did not exist, in fact I knew in my heart of hearts that he didn’t. Meanwhile, life went on, work went on and still that man never showed up.

I’m not sure when I realized that if my perfect lover did not really exist, but was in reality just a Disney-prince climbing over my thorny fantasy, I would have to create him. I vaguely remember a lighthearted article that I read once in Cosmopolitan about house-training husbands and boyfriends. Perhaps that was the seed that was planted. Or perhaps it was a comment from Frances, a long- time friend, that triggered off the line of thought, but at any rate the idea germinated in the back of my mind and in one of the stretches between attempting one dating site or another on the Internet I sort of decided to take the low road. Find someone that met some of my standards and fill in the missing gaps myself.

This plan, imagined in idle moments alone, never took on reality because I just had no idea where to even start. I mean, where does one even start? And so, it went on.

My job is creating visuals to sell soaps, make-up and perfumes. That consumed me as I wallowed in my fantasy. The trigger was the contract from a cosmetic company to create the image for their new line of eye liners and lashes. An intense six-month effort, finding the theme, building the visuals whilst working with other creators to build a brand and an aura of female sexual strength that would make the line stand out from the rest. While other manufacturers walked their models through jungles and vast palaces in gold lamé and high heels, matched their products to carefully unshaven men in black tie to dramatic music, the line that we took was darker. Calling the product line ‘Domination’ was an excellent start and I wondered how customers would perceive that name.

In charge of the visual design for the studio, I started to research even before the focus groups were assembled. Like every woman that I know, I had read Fifty Shades and The Devil Wears Prada. That was the idea that I started with. A suggestion that the product would enslave men, have sexual overtones that would bring the dark sexual side of women to the fore. The best approach is to start with what is not acceptable and water it down to something that suggests that, but is never sexually explicit, glossy and acceptable commercial erotica and not porn!

A month into project ‘Domination’, I was delving into the world of female domination. Latex, leather, whips and spurs, strap-ons and all the rest of it! I think that I was objective at the start, looking for images and memes that fitted the work, but I have to admit that a great deal of it turned me on as I started to see the attraction! There was a whole dark world out there that I had never really taken notice of before, and it seemed that there were loads of men that fixated in ways that I had never really thought were possible!

Plenty of my exes had loved the stockings-and-heels look, loved to be led by me in bed and willing to have that full-color porn experience. But all of them drew a line between sex and everything else in life, separated their passions from real life and thus failed the test. As the project moved along in the usual way and the photoshoots began, the tests to find an image that would encompass the product line and appeal to the demographic that we were aiming at, I have to admit that I found myself falling down the proverbial rabbit-hole. My research became personal, it became intimate, and I discovered that the thoughts in my head as I frigged each night moving ever more towards the darker side! By the time that it came to an end and the design blueprint was accepted and signed off, I found that I had changed, perhaps just a little. ‘Domination’ the marketing effort had become Domination, Josie’s latest obsession.

The changes were, I suppose, minor on the surface. No more flats worn to work, heels were the order of the day, tights were pushed to the back of the knicker- drawer and lacy stockings were worn all the time. My gym workouts moved focus to less muscle and more curves and I found myself even buying the new line when it hit the shops! I loved the self-image that I had myself created and found that I was the biter bit.

That entire six months, I had been so absorbed by the act of creation, that I had not really understood that it was also an act of self-recreation. It was Frances, one evening over a bottle of wine, that sort of brought it all to a head.

‘If I hadn’t seen it myself, I just wouldn’t have believed it,’ she had said as we became tipsy. ‘You have so changed your look since Christmas…’

It was true! The long luxurious curly locks had been replaced by an austere French bob. Gone were the jeans and casuals, the trainers and leggings, to be

replaced by tight skirts and stockings. My favorite flowery perfume fragrance had not been used in ages and instead a musky zone of Domination enveloped me in its arms. I felt more assertive as well, as though the image change had created a new creature that savored the sideways looks from men and reveled in strutting my stuff.

‘It’s probably just a phase,’ I said with a chuckle at the way that she smiled with almost a leer. ‘It’s sort of how I feel at the moment.’

‘I wish I could remake myself like that,’ she had replied. ‘Sex on legs, but my current boyfriend would probably just call me a slut if I dressed like that.’

‘Is that what you’re calling me?’ I asked.

‘No, I’m sort of jealous actually.’

‘It’s just what I need at the moment…’ I said.

‘To be jealous?’

‘No, someone to share the new me with!’

‘I can’t see how you would have a problem finding a man,’ she said. ‘Looking like that, half the men here would drop their wives for you between one breath and another!’

I looked around and noticed a few of the partnered-up men in the bar hastily averted their eyes and refocused on their partners. I crossed my legs and allowed the hem of my skirt to rise up a little and angled my stiletto just-so and could not help smiling as they all took notice.

‘I wouldn’t want a married man anyway,’ I said. ‘I could never share.’

‘Why not?’ asked Frances. ‘I’ve had loads of affairs with married men, they are ideal partners.’

‘Weekends in motels and borrowed moments,’ I replied. ‘Men whose wives just don’t understand them and then promise what they can’t deliver. Just a dead- end relationship that is all about the sex.’

‘Nothing wrong with that because it is all about the sex!’ said Frances. ‘There are loads of advantages that easily cancel out the downside. For instance, ditching them is so easy, they are always in a state of blackmail and stress. They have to really try to please to keep hold of you and you never have to put up with all the humdrum stuff.’

Excerpt from: Point of View