#ms venable

In the past few days, I've tried multiple times to pleasure myself, but the moment I'd hear any sound or no sounds at all, I would chicken out. I even thought about asking Ms. Venable if it's allowed to pleasure yourself, but I haven't worked up the courage to actually do it.

Currently, there's a gathering in the music room, in which Ms. Venable informs us about the development of our situation, which is non-existent. At the end of the meeting, I'm basically a puddle, because I've observed everything Ms. Venable did in the past thirty minutes intensely. I doubt that I can stand up straight right now, the sexual frustration too much for me to handle.

A while after everyone left, I slowly make my way towards Ms. Venable's office, knocking gently, once I'm there. I enter after hearing a stern 'come in'. Opening the door, I see her sitting in her chair, looking up from an opened file. I swallow and gather all of my courage. "I-I only have a quick questi-"

"Close the door and sit! We are civilized here," she interrupts me, and I do as told, my thoughts running wild, already planning the quickest escape route in my head. "Now what is your question?" Ms. Venable asks and looks at me expectantly. I swallow the lump in my throat and lower my eyes. "I-It's nothing important…I-I should go," I say and make a move to get up, but she is faster, standing behind me and pushing me back down into the armchair.

"Now, you already wasted my time, so you might as well ask what you came here to ask," Ms. Venable almost purrs into my ear, causing me to whimper quietly, clenching my thighs. Her gloved left hand rests on my neck, and my breathing quickens as goosebumps erupt on my skin. "Ask your question, Ms. l/n!" Ms. Venable orders strictly, digging her fingers into the skin of my neck.

"Is masturbation against your rules?" I blurt out.

After realizing what I just said, I place my hand in front of my mouth and panic, ready to run. But Ms. Venable pushes me back into the seat. "Yes, it is indeed. Why, have you already broken this rule?" she questions, her voice laced with both honey and venom as she walks in front of me, towering over me.

"N-no, of course not...but I wanted to," I mumble the last part.

"And why would you like to pleasure yourself, hmm? What makes you so desperate to touch yourself, Ms. l/n?"

I shake my head and try to get away again, but Ms. Venable places her left hand in the middle of my chest and keeps me in place. "Answer me!" she demands, but I shake my head again. "I said ANSWER ME!" Ms. Venable says and grips my chin with her left hand.

"YOU!" My eyes widen in horror as soon as the word left my mouth.

"I beg your pardon?" Ms. Venable says, narrowing her eyes and coming dangerously close to my face. I close my eyes, readying myself for any sort of punishment, but instead she walks behind me again and whispers into my ear. "Say it again."

I moan quietly and rub my thighs together.

"You," I whisper.

"Elaborate on that, Ms. l/n." I gasp as her fingers start to dance over my neck. "Come on, Ms. l/n. Don't be shy now," she says.

"I-I can't get you out of m-my head. Y-your presence in a room is so captivating, and every little thing you do excites me. I-I can't help it."

"Hmm...you have my authorization," she whispers into my ear.

"What?" I ask confused.

"You may pleasure yourself," she purrs against my neck and I shudder. I move to get up, but she keeps me in place. "Here and now, Ms. l/n. And only in my presence so I can supervise," she says, her voice dropping an octave at the last word.

My eyes widen as she leans against her desk, looking at me with her piercing brown eyes. I hesitate but decide that I'm way too desperate to deny myself an orgasm, even if it has to happen in front of her. I lift my skirt and slip my hand into my underwear, moaning softly at the wetness it encounters there. I run my middle finger gently over my clit, twitching slightly.

Then I look at Ms. Venable, staring into her eyes as I circle my clit faster, moaning louder. Sliding a finger inside myself, I close my eyes and imagine the woman who's standing in front of me doing these things to me. I add another finger and start to massage my breast over my dress. In a matter of a few minutes, I'm a moaning mess, pulling my fingers out of me to rub my sensitive clit in fast, tight circles. It doesn't take much longer for me to tumble over the edge, moaning Ms. Venable's name during my climax.

I open my eyes and see Ms. Venable staring at me with flushed cheeks. She clears her throat as she notices that I've opened my eyes. "Leave now," the older woman says hoarsely, and I rush towards the door, exiting the room and basically running to my own room. Once there, I smile lightly as I remember the events from just a few minutes ago.

Tonight at dinner, I can't help but notice that Ms. Venable is looking into my direction more often now than before, making me blush whenever she catches me staring at her. At the end of dinner, my underwear is completely soaked again, after watching Ms. Venable play with the handle of her cane more than usual. I get up and rush to my room, taking a quick cold shower and lying down on top my bed completely naked.

Suddenly, the door opens, and I quickly pull the covers over my body, looking startled at Ms. Venable, who's standing at the entrance of my room, her eyes wide as she takes in my appearance. She then locks the door and walks towards me, her cane clacking against the floor, which makes me shiver.

Ms. Venable comes closer and towers over me. "I want you to touch yourself again, Ms. l/n," she says, and my eyes widen.

"W-why do you w-"

"Don't question me, just do as I say!" Ms. Venable demands, sitting down on the chair next to my bed. I comply and slide my hand under the covers and between my legs, being surprised at how aroused I already am. "Let me see you," Ms. Venable says hoarsely, and I hesitantly push the covers off my body, exposing my naked body to her eyes. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as her eyes roam my body. "Go on," she says as her eyes meet mine again, and I obey.

This becomes a habit throughout the next few weeks. Ms. Venable would visit me after dinner or call me to her office, and I would pleasure myself in front of her. Today, she insisted that I come to her office. I knock and enter after I'm given the permission to do so. Ms. Venable is sitting in one of the armchairs, which are close to the fireplace, and gestures for me to take a seat in the armchair across from her and I do so. She tells me to undress, and I comply without hesitation, because I've already become accustomed to the way this goes once I'm with her.

Once I'm completely bare, I spread my legs to give her a good view and start touching myself, moans and her name rolling off my tongue in no time. After a few minutes, I speed up my movements as I feel myself getting closer to release, but then Ms. Venable says something unexpected. "Stop." I whimper but do as told while looking into her dark eyes.

"Come here," she says in a calm but demanding tone. I hesitantly get up and walk over to her, watching as she leans her cane against the side of the armchair. Once I'm in her reach, she pulls me on top of her and grins at my shocked expression. Ms. Venable takes in my body and grabs my hips with her gloved hands, the coldness of the black fingerless leather gloves and the warmth of her fingertips send shivers down my spine, and I can't help but moan quietly.

She smirks as her hands move upwards and cup my breasts gently.

"Oh God, Ms. Venable," I groan as she plays with my nipples.

"Hmm...do you like that, y/n?" she asks, the smirk still plastered on her face.

"Y-yes," I stutter.

"Yes, what?" she asks, pinching one nipple lightly.

"Y-yes, Ms. Venable," I reply, trying to keep my hips from moving against her, but I fail as she tugs lightly on my hard buds, and I buck my hips slightly against her.

Ms. Venable stops and pulls me down, connecting our lips in a hungry kiss. She pulls me closer, pressing my body tightly against hers, and bites my bottom lip, causing me to moan into her mouth. Then she slides her right hand down my body and slips it between my thighs. "Hmm...so wet for me," she purrs into my ear, and I shiver. Her finger grazes my clit, and I almost jerk in her lap. She chuckles darkly before entering me with two fingers. I moan and grip the backrest of the armchair to stabilize myself as she thrusts into me. Once she starts to rub my sensitive clit with her thumb, I'm a goner. I groan her name and come all over her fingers, panting heavily as I try to come down from my high.

Ms. Venable smirks as she lifts her hand and sucks her digits clean, moaning quietly in the process. After I’ve calmed down a little, I look into Ms. Venable's piercing eyes and chew on my bottom lip. "What are you thinking about, y/n?" Ms. Venable asks, and I debate with myself whether I should ask her or not. But I decide to take my chance and just go for it.

"M-may I pleasure you too, Ms. Venable?" I whisper.

Ms. Venable raises her eyebrow, thinking about my request. "Kneel," she says eventually, and I obey immediately, getting off her lap and lowering myself to the floor. I look up at Ms. Venable as she lifts her skirt and spreads her legs. My eyes focus on her bare, glistening core, and I have to suppress a moan at this sight. "Go on then," she demands, and I move closer to her center, kissing her thighs, which tense under my lips, before I spread her legs a little further and explore her with my tongue.

Her hands grab my hair, pulling me closer against her center. I take the hint and run my tongue through her slit before focusing on her clit. She pulls my hair lightly as I suck the sensitive bud into my mouth, causing me to moan against her. Ms. Venable moans quietly and shifts her hips a little, giving me better access.

After a few minutes, I have her moaning my name as I enter her with two fingers, curling them just right to hit all the right spots within Ms. Venable, while still basically making out with her clit. It doesn't take much longer for her to tumble over the edge, practically growling my name and digging her fingers into my scalp. I lap up all of her juices and only stop when she pulls me up by my hair. Ms. Venable looks into my eyes, her dark brown eyes filled with lust and perhaps something else. She leans in and kisses me hungrily, grabbing my butt to pull me as close as possible.

The next few weeks, Ms. Venable and I have sex so many times that I lose count. But she never takes off her dress, only lifts it up to give me room to work. And I'm curious as to why she doesn't want me to see her upper half. So I decide to ask one time, which is a bad idea, because she shuts me out completely for a couple of days. I apologize every day, until Ms. Venable loses it. She breaks down right in front of me, and yells at me to stop apologizing. "It's not you, it's me! I'm a hideous, ugly, worthless monster, y/n!" she sobs, and I rush to her side, wrapping my arms around her. "You're not! You are the most wonderful, beautiful, and smart woman I have ever seen. You're not worthless, you are the most unique person, and you're worth more than all the treasures of the whole world." Tears gather in her eyes, and she shakes her head, so I pull her even closer and stroke her cheeks gently.

"I'm in love with you, Ms. Venable. And I'm the unworthy one here. You're so far out of my league that I'm surprised you even waste your time on me," I whisper. Ms. Venable's eyes widen at my statement.

"How can you be in love with someone like me?" she asks, her voice barely audible.

"You're special, and your personality just pulls me in. I can't really explain it," I tell her, and to my surprise, she hugs me and whispers words into my ear that I never thought I would hear her say.

"I think, I may be in love with you too."

-

You started as an intern at Kineros Robotics at 20. Slightly younger than her previous interns, yet so much more mature. The first time Wilhelmina had encountered you; you were working under Todd in accounting. Wilhelmina knew of him well, many complaints of his suggestive comments and inappropriate jokes were reported by younger female staff. But Jeff and Mutt had simply told her to dismiss them and although it felt wrong for even her to do, she did so without a question.

It must have been your first week when there was a major mess up down the accounting department and Todd had sent you to go an explain what had happened, warning you of Wilhelmina. You nodded, silent before wandering off. She couldn’t be as bad as the stories had made her out to be.

But as you came to the door of her office, you felt an intense uncomfortable feeling you could not explain. You knocked on the door, waiting for her to call you in before entering.

There she sat, in her chair, a cane at her side and a scowl on her face. Her red hair was up in a tight bun, highlighting her sharp cheekbones and jawline. She was wearing a lilac suit with a white blouse underneath. You were brought back to reality but her speaking.

“Pray, tell me, are you going to announce your presence or are you just going to gape like a fish?” Her cold tone matched with what the others had told you about her and you nodded, not letting her words bother you.

“Ms. Venable, I’m Y/N L/N. Todd from accounting sent me. He told me to explain what has happened.” You responded, your hands at your sides, watching as an irritated expression came to her face.

“Oh? You work for that imbecile? I do hope his brain numbing jokes hasn’t snatched you off your last few braincells.” Her voice hardened with every word she spoke, and you smirked slightly as everything she said was correct. Her eyes caught your smirk. “Do tell me what you find so amusing, Ms. L/N before I make you regret waking up today.”

“Already do, Ms. Venable. However, Todd told me to tell you that the reason this whole mess is going on is because he is experiencing a ‘Technical difficulty’” You air quoted, and Ms. Venable raised her eyebrows surprised by her response and your honesty.

“Oh? And between us, what is the real reason?” Ms. Venable asked, and you smiled, moving your hands to the door.

“Todd may be an asshole, but still is my superior.” You smirked as you left the room, your eyes lingering to hers before pulling the door closed.

She knew then that you were different. You weren’t disrespectful like the others, nor were you stupid. You knew what you could and couldn’t expose.

-

The next encounter was a few weeks later. Of course, you had both passed each other in the hallways but this was different. You were sitting in front of her because Todd had requested you be changed department. He did not specify why but he said it would be more beneficial for you to get experience in another department.

“I would describe it as a pleasure to see you today, but the migraine I have from trying to transfer you to another department says otherwise.” Ms. Venable snarked and rubbed her temples and you just stared at her, you were not quite sure what to say this time, scared of being fired. You needed this job; it was perhaps the most stable one you had in your whole life.

“Well, are you going to explain to me why Todd wants you transferred or are you, once again, going to gape at me like a fish?” Her tone grew harsher, but you didn’t immediately respond. “Well, Miss. L/N, if you’re going to waste my time then—”

You cut her off “Whatever Todd said in that email, I suppose.” Wilhelmina eyed you, before standing.

“Well, I suppose, you could become my assistant on a trial basis. However, my assistants never tend to last long.” Her eyes met your and you nodded before thanking her.

-

Your first week being Wilhelmina’s assistant had been going okay… until today. The delivery that was supposed to happen from the company suppliers didn’t happen and you were stressed, because if you failed this, then you would be out of the door quicker than you could apologize for the mishap. So, you had spent the last hour calling any supplier that could give the same product the same day.

However, unbeknownst to you, Wilhelmina had already received the call from the suppliers letting her know about the failed delivery. Instead of berating you straight away, she decided she would wait for you to come to her.

But as the hours passed, Wilhelmina’s irritation grew. She knew you knew but you avoided her. It was obvious to her now you were like the others, and just as she had picked up the phone to call Jeff and Mutt, you came into the office, with a reddened face and your breath was uneven.

“Ms. Venable, are you busy?” You asked, a nervous undertone in your voice. Wilhelmina smirked, knowing now you had come with your tail in between your legs and now she could finally unleash her wrath.

“What is it you want to tell me, Miss. L/N?” Wilhelmina asked, her eyes looking you up and down. She did enjoy you more than her other assistants and it would be a pity to fire you but you were just like the others.

“A few hours ago, the delivery with our suppliers fell through-“Wilhelmina cut you off, her expression now highlighting her annoyance.

“I am aware. I was made aware Hours ago, and you did not inform me. What were you doing for these past few hours? Looking for excuses to give me? Well, your imbecilic behaviors have cost this company an extreme amount of money. What have you got to say for yourself?” She stood from her desk and approached you, once standing in front of you, her hands rested on her cane.

“I know I should have come to you a lot sooner. But the reason I didn’t was because, I was just on the phone to another supplier. They have the EXACT same product for 33% cheaper. I managed to get a delivery with them tomorrow morning. I know it should have come through today but-“You stopped yourself from speaking any more.

Wilhelmina stood in front of you, with a shocked expression however, just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. “How am I supposed to take any word you say as truthful? You could just be saying this and when tomorrow comes, you’ll say this one fell through.”

“Well, the reason I came to you was to get your signature so I could finalize the order. You can look at all the documents.”

Wilhelmina didn’t show you her surprise anymore and instead requested the emails to be sent to her so she could finalize the order you had set up and inform Jeff and Mutt.

-

That was the night when Wilhelmina realized she had an attraction to you. To your brain. But on a Friday night when everyone was leaving the office for the weekend her car would not start. She sighed before getting out and she spotted you approaching her. You must have been her assistant for 3 months now, the longest lasting one and exchanges of first names was now expected.

“Wilhelmina? Are you okay?” You asked, noticing her defeated expression. Her eyes met yours as she shook her head.

“My car won’t start. I don’t know what to do.” She sighed before looking back her car. You moved closer to her.

“It’s too late to do anything about it now, I’ll drive you home and take a look at it tomorrow for you, how’s that?” You asked, moving your hand closer to hers. Wilhelmina sighed once again before looking you in the eyes and nodding. You took the moment to take in the beauty of her chocolate brown eyes and turned around to avoid her seeing you blush.

“My cars just a few lanes over. Come, follow me.” You stated, and began to walk, looking over your shoulder to make sure she was following you. You slowed your pace slightly, so you were now walking next to you and your hands brushed each other’s as you walked together.

As you reached your car, you unlocked it and opened the passenger seat door for her, eyes lingered for a moment too long before she smiled slightly and thanked you. You nodded, getting into the driver’s seat, and beginning out of the car park.

You were nearly at Wilhelmina’s house before you heard her swear under her breath.

“Shit!” was all she whispered, looking frantically in her bag. You looked at her for a second before moving your eyes back to the road.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, slowing the car, and pulling over. Wilhelmina shut her eyes and sighed.

“I left my house keys in my car. Fuck.” There was a frustration in her voice but not the type of frustration you were used to from Wilhelmina. It was also perhaps one of the first time you had seen the woman lose her composure and swear in front of you.

“Do you have a spare outside your house?” You asked, moving your body slightly to look at her, Wilhelmina sighed again before shaking her head. You let out a long breath before finding the only solution you could to this situation. “It’s late already. If we head back to the office, you won’t get home until gone 10. You can stay at mine, and we’ll grab your keys tomorrow while I look at your car.”

Wilhelmina bit her tongue, contemplating demanding you to drive back but decided that this was probably one of the only times you’d spend time out of the office together, so she nodded. “Thank you.”

You started the car engine and began to drive, before looking at her “Don’t worry about it. But I would prefer if you didn’t mention to anyone where I live.”

“I wouldn’t. I’d prefer you didn’t tell anyone I’m staying the night.” Wilhelmina replied, a bit harsher than she intended and you nodded, the rest of journey in silence.

-

When you pulled into your car park, Wilhelmina noticed your flat was in a rougher part of town. You got out of the car and opened Wilhelmina’s door. You noticed how her eyes wandered around the worn-down area but didn’t say anything. You locked your car and wandered to your front door, opening it and allowing her to walk in first before shutting the door behind you and turning the lights on.

You noticed her eyes wandering around the apartment and you raised your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” You enquired; Wilhelmina’s gaze met yours as she moved to sit down.

“Nothing. It just- not what I expected.” Her honesty threw you and you shook your head feeling yourself growing defensive.

“Excuse me?” You retorted, putting your keys onto the counter, while moving towards the fridge.

“No! I mean, it’s just I thought- I- “You turned back to her and waited for her to finish her sentence. “It’s lovely.”

You smiled at her, finally seeing the humor to the situation. “The place is a piece of shit. But it’s all an intern can pay for so it’s home.”

Wilhelmina looked down at her lap before you poured both of you a glass of water. You passed it to her and sat down next to her.

“I didn’t realize the pay was an intern was that low.” She murmured suddenly, wishing the glass of water was a glass of wine.

“It’s better than what I did before. Plus, it’s steady income, so it doesn’t really matter.” You shrugged. “I’ve lived in worse.”

“You’ve never told me. About you job before this. Or anything about your personal life for that matter” Wilhelmina’s tone was curious and part of you wanted to tell her, but the other part knew that she’d look at you differently for it. You didn’t want to destroy that.

You shrugged your shoulders and crossed your legs on the couch, looking at her with an almost pained expression. It made her want to lean in and take your face into her hands. You didn’t speak and looked down at your hands before taking a sip of your water. “We’ll leave in the morning to sort out your car. I’ll sleep on the couch; you take the bed.”

You shut her out and Wilhelmina, in turn, felt herself wanting to shut you out too. But she thought too much of you to allow that to happen. She wanted you to open up, even if that meant opening up herself.

“I can tell you’ve been through a lot. I see it in the way you tense when someone gets too loud or if someone touches you without asking. Y/N, I don’t want you to think I’d judge you. I know more than anyone how difficult opening up is.”

“I can’t, Wilhelmina. I’m sorry.” You responded another pained expression on your face. Wilhelmina reached out her hand to touch your and you looked up at her not wanting her hand to leave yours.

“I like you, Y/N. More than I’ve ever liked anyone, and I just want to help you. The day you first met me, you said you already regretted waking up. Talk to me, please. Not as your boss, as a friend.”

This was too much for you. Way too much for you. You couldn’t let her see you venerable. You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“I dunno, Wilhelmina, has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, the reason I tense when someone at work touches me is because I don’t like anyone there?” You were being harsh, it felt so wrong. The sorrowful look on Wilhelmina’s face made you feel a guilt you’ve never felt before but you needed to stay firm. She was being open with you, but you couldn’t allow yourself the same leniency.

“Not even me?” Her face held hurt and you wanted nothing more than to tell her that she was the only person you’d liked that much in a long time, that you felt yourself falling in love with her and you just wanted to kiss her right then and there to make everything go away. Instead, you did what you always did and ruined it.

“I think we should get some sleep.” You muttered. Wilhelmina couldn’t argue. So instead, she just stood, you followed her lead. You gave her some clothes to sleep in, then showed her to your bedroom before turning in for the night.

-

The next morning you drove her to her car, and Wilhelmina pretended not to know that you woke several times the night before, gasping for breath. You pretended that nothing had happened the night before.

When you got to her car, you managed to get it running again. You wished her a good few days off and said you’d see her Monday. Wilhelmina gripped your hand as you turned to walk away and kissed your cheek. You shrugged her off and there was a hurt in her eyes as you left.

It was almost as she expected you to open up right there and then. But you couldn’t.

-

The Monday afterward was different, she was harsher, stricter. Almost as if she had given up on you. You didn’t let her attitude affect you (Correction: tried not). The next day wasn’t much different, harsh words were exchanged and you didn’t understand yet you were somewhat grateful you had managed to push her away. She didn’t deserve to be part of your mess.

It wasn’t until the Wednesday that something had finally changed. Your nightmares were worse the night before and you felt as if you were on the verge of tears the whole day. When Wilhelmina approached your desk, you knew you were done for.

“Ms. L/N, how many times have I told you not to forward calls straight to my office without notifying me first? Are you that much of an imbecile that you can’t even take in simple instruction? I thought you were better than the rest of them, but I must have been wrong. You’re an imbecile. I don’t understand how you can face the day.” Her harsh words and harsh tone were too much. You knew you deserved it for the way you treated her but today was just too much. You couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips and you stood. You didn’t look up at her, ashamed you were being this venerable around her.

You walked out of the office, tears freely falling and drove home. You didn’t care anymore. You’d ruined everything.

-

That night, there was a knock on your door. Your face was tear streaked but you didn’t care as you opened the door. Wilhelmina saw you and didn’t say a word as she entered, she just shut the door behind her before taking you into her arms. Her cane fell to the floor but neither of you cared and you began to sob hard into her arms. She moved the hair out of your face and guided you to your couch, moving your head into her lap.

You didn’t know how long you both had been sitting like that, with her stroking your hair in silence before you sat up and took her face into your hands.

“I’m sorry. I’m Sorry. I’m sorry.” You repeated, feeling the guilt of everything wash over you. Wilhelmina moved her hands to your face as well.

“Shh. Shh, Y/N. It’s okay. Please, just tell me what’s going on. I want to help you. I-“ Wilhelmina cut herself off and you bit your lip, and Wilhelmina saw you tear streaked face and wished she could take your pain away.

“It’s getting bad again, Mina. So bad. I didn’t realize it at first. Then I met you and were like this light in this darkness and I- I wanted- I wanted you. I wanted to love you. To tell you everything but it’s like anyone I’ve ever told always leaves and I don’t want you to leave, Mina. I love you.” Your voice cracked multiple times as you spoke but Wilhelmina pulled you into her embrace as she stroked your hair.

“Babygirl, I love you too. I’m so sorry I was cruel to you. I didn’t know how to deal with you shutting me out so I was cruel and I apologize so much my babygirl, my darling. But please tell me what I can do to make this go away.”

You pulled back slightly to look back at her. “Please just kiss me, Mina.”

Wilhelmina knew that a kiss wouldn’t make all of this go away but she knew it would comfort you and show her you cared in ways her words couldn’t so she placed her lips to yours and you drew her in like she was the oxygen you needed.

When you both finally pulled away, you clutched Wilhelmina’s hand in yours, afraid she’d disappear if you let go.

“My darling girl, we’ll get through this together.” Wilhelmina stated as she pulled you in for another kiss, and you smiled a small smile, some of the hurt easing because at least now you had Wilhelmina by your side.

-Fin