The Ball Buster

Jeaneen Fergeson, or Ms. Jeaneen as she made her employees call her, enjoyed watching the fear she could instill in people, especially when it was that scrawny, bird boned bitch of a shift manager her husband was oh so fond of. Claire, the skinny tart, was the same age Jeaneen had been when she had married Neal. The trophy wife could see the way the skank looked at her man and though Jeaneen was sure that she had Neal and his money wrapped around her finger, she could not risk it, the bitch had to go, performance numbers be damned. Respect, power, and authority were what mattered to Jeaneen. Claire had refused to demonstrate an understanding of her place. Jeaneen would teach her the error of her ways.

“Look at this from my perspective. I come in to find lines building up, hungry customers grumbling for their food, and turn around times which are simply appalling for a lunch hour rush.” Jeaneen said. “This sort of performance is far, far, below what corporate expects.”

“Please Ms. Jeaneen ma’am.” Claire said. Tears filled the girl’s big blue eyes. “I have Jack Majors and Marty Wilcox coming in, they should be here any minute. We will be at full strength very soon.” The mention of Jack Majors and Marty Wilcox in the same sentence brought a flush of excitement to the boss lady. Both young men were handsome youths that Ms. Jeaneen had often imagined oiled up, naked, and **** to wrestle for her amusement. When she had such day dreams, Jeaneen would regularly imagine Claire on her knees and leashed like the whore she was. “Please Ms. Jeaneen. I know you do not believe in whining or excuses, but things have been tough since my folks died. It has just been me and my sister. She is only 18. If I lose this job, we will be out on the streets. She is a good kid. I do not want to see her lose her chance to graduate.”

“You are right.” Jeaneen said, sounding annoyed. “I do not believe in whining or excuses. Your sister is an adult. I am sure that both of you will be very popular dancing on the pole at Tattas. Because that is the only job that I would recommend you for.”

“Do you want me to beg?” Claire asked with tears rolling down her eyes.

“Yes.” Ms. Jeaneen said in an instant response. “If you want me to even consider letting you keep your job, I want you to get down on your knees, and beg me to allow you the privilege of being MY employee. I want you to tell me how grateful you are to work for ME. and then maybe. Just maybe, I will consider letting you continue to work in MY restaurant.” Ms. Jeaneen said with a shit eating grin.

Claire stood dumbstruck, and horrified. She had no idea what to do. The vile words that spewed out of that woman’s mouth and The smug contempt that lingered on every syllable made Claire’s skin crawl. She needed this job. She needed to keep a roof over Cassie’s head. Claire owed it to her sister to do whatever she had to do to keep them above water. But Claire knew that if she really did this, her sense of dignity would forever be compromised. Claire bit her lip nervously, Ms. Jeaneen watched her squirm gleefully.

Before Claire was **** to choose her fate, Jack walked into the room. Jeaneen noticed that something was different about the boy. He carried himself with more confidence than usual. He had a grin which both excited and disturbed Jeaneen. “Am I interrupting anything important?” Jack asked.

“Not at all Mr. Majors.” Jeaneen said. “I was just going over efficiency reports with Claire here and well, I am sure that she is grateful for your timely arrival.” The woman began to chew on her pen as she undressed Jack with her eyes. “Both of you run along now. Those fries are not going to cook themselves.” She said giving the pair a scooting gesture.

“Go on. There is something I wanted to discuss with Ms. Jeaneen.” Jack said giving Claire a look which told her that he was planning something. Claire was curious, but knew better than to stick around. The shift manager left Jack and Ms. Jeaneen, closing the door behind her.

“Ms. Jeaneen. Can I ask you something, kinda, um embarrassing?” Jack asked looking bashfully at the older woman.

A predatory grin blossomed across the woman’s face. “Of course not dear. Why don’t you lock the door. Whatever you say can just stay between us.” Jeaneen said. A tingle went through her legs when she heard the bolt on her door lock shut, giving her complete privacy with you nubile young studdling. “So my dear, what did you want to ask me?”

“Well. Ms. Jeaneen. You are a sophisticated lady, and people say that you know things about. Well. See. Um. I was wondering if. Well.”

“Spit it out, boy. No need to be nervous.”

“Sorry Ms. I was wondering, what does it mean when someone says they want to collar me?” Jack asked, sounding oh so sweet and naive. Had she been drinking, Jeaneen would have done a spit take.

“Come again?” Jeaneen had to resist the urge to touch herself. For a brief moment she thought that she was actually dreaming. This was just too similar to one of her many masturbation fantasies. “You want to know what collaring is?”

“Yeah!” Jack said. His naivete and sweetness made him look all the more delectable to the horny house frau with delusions of being a business woman. “See. There is this woman. And well. I don’t want to go into too many details but, well. What does it mean to be collared?”

“Well Jack. Can I call you Jack?”

“You can call me whatever you want. I am your. Employee.” Jack said.

“Well. Jack.” Jeaneen said with a smile. “When someone collars you, it means that you become their submissive. Which is a fancy word for a ****, but not in a bad way. More like a human pet. Do you have any pets?” Jeaneen asked as she reached into her locked drawer and pulled out the collar and leash. “Well it is like with a pet, you make them wear a collar so that people know that they belong to someone. That someone values them. But also so that you can attach a leash.”

“Why would anyone want to put a leash on a person?” Jack asked.

Jeaneen could not help but giggle. “Because it is fun.” She said.

“Do you…?” Jack looked coyly from the leash to the woman then scratched the back of his own neck nervously.

Jeaneen let out a laugh and moved toward you nubile young man. Her fantasies all started flooding to the front of her mind as she became consumed by lust. She was so intent on wrapping her collar around Jack’s neck that she did not see him pull the strange looking device out of his pocket. One moment all her femdom fantasies with her favorite fetish fuel were about to come true. The next thing she knows the whole world has gone white and Jeaneen Fergeson is surrounded by the laughter of sadistic gods.