Rasputini - Part 1 of 3

 Just a short diversion before we go back to our regular story.  Just 3 fun posts then we’ll be done with it.  Old plot – still fun.

 

Rasputini

By Karen Singer

 

Part 1 of 3

 

Maria Matryona Rasputini walked boldly in through the company’s front door, ready to start her first day at work.  She was looking forward to the new job.  She was perhaps more confident than any new employee who had ever started their first day anywhere.  But Maria was used to first days on the job.  She’d had a lot of them.

Maira Matryona Rasputini was not her original name.  It had once been Allison Conyers.  But one thing she was not, was an Allison!  As soon as she got old enough she changed it, going back to her great Russian ancestor’s name…sort of.  She was the great, great, great, granddaughter of Grigori Rasputin.  The most famous and powerful mystic who ever lived.  A man who had used his almost magical force of will, to dominate the Russian Tsar and his entire family, thereby gaining an absolute behind-the-scenes control of all of Russia.

And then after his death, Rasputin’s daughter, Matryona, had changed her name to Maria and used that same force of will to dominate not only men, but wild animals in a circus, billing herself as being able to dominate them the same way her father had dominated men.

So as soon as she was old enough, “Allison” had changed her name to honor her two famous ancestors that she idolized so much.  Gregori Rasputin and his daughter Matryona.  She just didn’t dare use the last name of Rasputin like it originally was since she feared it would bring her too much notice, but she kind of thought that Rasputini worked quite well for her.  Especially since early in her life she had realized she possessed that same force of will that they had.  Using that force of will to dominate people was her greatest joy.

Maria walked past the sales staff on the bottom floor and took the stairs up to the second floor where she was greeted warmly by Joyce Fallop, the woman in charge of hiring.  Joyce took her briefly in to see the company owner, John Greyson, then took her out to the room where most of the staff worked.

“Everyone,” Joyce announced.  “This is our new customer relations representative, Maria Rasputini.  She comes to us with lots of experience, so as you know, we’re looking forward to having her work for us.  Please make her feel welcome.

Maria was then led to her desk in the room.  One by one, the other workers in the office stopped by to introduce themselves.  One of them asked about her name, and Maria told her it was Russian.

The work wasn’t exactly difficult for her, especially whenever a customer had a complaint.  Maria was able to almost magically talk the customer into doing whatever she wanted, which was one of the most enjoyable parts of her job, and also one that garnered her lots of compliments from the staff and management.

For three weeks, Maria worked, talked with the others, and kept her ears open.  Finally, what she was looking for happened.  She had just walked into the lady’s room when she caught the tail end of a conversation between two of the other women.

“So much cheating!” Ruth Layson exclaimed.

“It’s amazing they didn’t divorce sooner!” Brittany Sands replied.

“Somebody’s getting divorced?” Maria asked.

“Dick Collins!”

“For cheating?” Maria asked.

“Almost every day,” Ruth replied.

Maria shook her head.  “Such a shame.”

“Yes,” It really is,” Brittany agreed.

Maria watched as the two women walked out and went back to work.  So…Tricky Dick Collins was a notorious cheater on his wife.  She hated cheaters.  But the truth was, any excuse would have been good enough for her.  She finally had a victim to conquer.

All day long she gave the situation a lot of thought.  How did she want to go about it?  What would be the best retribution this time for a man like Dick Collins.  Throughout the day, her eyes often turned in his direction, watching him.  He seemed to work hard enough, although now she realized that he did spend a lot of time socializing with the rest of the staff, most of whom were women.  Proof enough!  Not that she needed any.

She didn’t complete her full plan until later that evening.  When she did, she poured herself a glass of wine and thought through it all.  She wouldn’t take him down fast.  No, that would never do.  This time she was going to take it slow and savor the entire experience.  Let him feel the humiliation as much as possible, like his wife probably felt every time he had run out on her.

In the end, Dick Collins, would probably become known as…Dickless Collins.  She laughed.

She put the first part of her plan into action the next morning.  She walked into John Greyson’s office.  “Morning John,” she said as she went in.  “Mind if we talk?”

“Sure,” John replied, noticing that Maria was closing the door behind her.  “What’s the problem?”

“No problem.  I just got an idea last night, and I wanted to see what you thought.”

“An idea?  Absolutely!  What did you have in mind?”

It was so easy.  John Greyson never stood a chance against the legendary Rasputin force of will.  She mentally applied the pressure and said, “I think the entire staff here would benefit a lot if you hosted a party at your house on Sunday.  You’re going to look forward to doing it as a team building exercise.”  She kept the mental pressure aimed at him for a moment more before releasing it.  John Greyson never even realized what had been done to him.  All he felt was a brief moment of dizziness.  “You know,” he said.  “That sounds like a wonderful idea.  My wife and I haven’t hosted a party in a long time, and one for the staff here would be a great thing.”  His face clouded.  “But how many people out there will come?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Maria told him.  “I’ll talk to them all and let them know myself.  You just tell your wife and plan the party.”

“Perfect!” John replied happily.  “I’ll call her right now.”

So easy!

One by one, Maria went to the entire upstairs staff and let them know about the party for them and their spouses.  By the time she finished, each one was very much looking forward to being there.

With that done, she got onto the internet and ordered all the supplies she thought she would need.

Part one of her plan – done!

 

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When Sunday came around, Maria parked her car on the street behind one of the many other cars lining the road.  She headed for the front door and was pleased when one of the other guests opened it for her.  The party was already underway.  So far, everyone was having a good time, but as she circulated around, she used her force of will, to tell each of them that they would think it was a fantastic get-together and they were all enjoying it immensely.  One thing she made a point to do, twice, was to get with their hosts, John Greyson and his wife and make them believe they loved doing this little get-together so much, they would keep doing it every week.  Naturally, they both thought it was a wonderful idea.  One that had them both very excited.

With that much done, Maria had one more task for the day.  The real reason she had set this little ongoing party up and the real reason she was there.  With a glass of wine in her hands, like she had spent most of the party doing already, she talked with a group of people, workers and their spouses.  Carefully and gradually, she brought the subject of the conversation around to where she needed it.  One by one, they all laughed and told the others about things they enjoyed doing the most.

“And what about you Maria?” Brittany asked.

Here it comes.  This was it!  The moment Maria had been waiting for.  “I dominate people,” she told them.

Everyone laughed.

“No.  It’s true.  I love pushing them around and making me do what I want.”

“You’re one of those dominatrix women who do crazy sex things with men?” Joyce Fallop asked.

“Oh no!  Nothing like that.  But trust me, I can make someone do anything I want.  Anything!”

“You’re joking!” one of the men there said.

“No,” Maria replied.  “It’s true.  In fact, I’ll prove it.”

“Prove it?  How?” someone else asked.

“I’ll make someone at this party do something totally embarrassing.  Something they’d never do under any circumstances!”

Everyone was amused but interested.  “What?” Brittany asked.

Instead of answering, Maria put a sly look on her face.  “I just need a decent victim.  Hmm…she said as she glanced around at all the people at the party.  But of course, her gaze finally fell on the one person who she had decided on to be her victim days ago.  Her finger came up and pointed.  “Him!” she told everyone.  “Dick Collins.”

“Dick?  What are you going to do?” Joyce asked.

Maria just gave her that sly look and said, “Something very embarrassing, and he’s going to do it before this party ends.”

“What?”

But Maria walked away at that point, sashaying her ass across the room in Dicks direction.  “Hi Dick,” she said somewhat sexily as she sidled up next to him.

“Hey Maria,” Dick replied, then went back to his conversation with some of the others at the party.

At a slight lull in the conversation, she said, “Dick, will you do something for me?”

“Sure, what?”

“Wet your pants.”

Dick was flabbergasted.  “Uh…”

“Wet your pants.”

“Uh…no.”

“Yes!  Wet your pants.”

“No!  What the hell is this?”

“I want you to wet your pants.  Right here, right now.”

“No!  Stop it.”

But Maria had just begun to play with him.  She could have done it all on one fell swoop, but this was far more fun.  “I want you to wet your pants.”

“No!”  With that, he got up and walked away from her, but she followed.  She put her arm on his shoulder and put just a tiny bit of her willpower into the order.  “Wet your pants!”

“Maria, stop it.  No!  Why would you want me to…”

“Wet your pants!” she said with a huge grin on her face as she upped the willpower even more.

“No!  Stop it.  Stop hounding me.”

“No!” She replied with a laugh.  “Not until you wet your pants.”

“I’m not going to…”

“Wet your pants,” she ordered as she once again upped the amount of willpower she was putting into it.

She toyed with him for another five minutes as everyone at the party started to catch on to the hounding she was doing with him.  He tried walking away from her, going from group to group, but she followed him constantly, ordering him to wet his pants.  As people started to ask why she was doing it, the word got passed around that Maria was doing it to prove a point that she was some kind of dominatrix, and she was doing this to prove a point that she could make people do whatever she wanted.  Consequently, the eyes and ears of everyone at the party followed Maria and Dick all around the room.

Eventually, Maria decided it was time.  Once again she upped her willpower behind her words.  “Wet your pants!” she ordered.

Dick was shocked when he suddenly had to pee so bad that he nearly did wet his pants.  He needed the bathroom – fast!  But he never had a chance to move as the order came one more time, unknown to him, with an even heavier amount of her force of will behind it.

“Wet your pants!”

The floodgates opened and right then and there, Dick wet himself.  Thoroughly.  While Maria laughed with delight.

She leaned in close to him.  “That’s all you had to do for me,” she teased.  She put her full willpower behind her words.  “You’ll stay that way till the end of the party!”  With that, she went back to the first group of people she had been talking to.  “Mission complete,” she said with an air of haughtiness.

“Geez!  Pour guy,” one of the women said as she watched Dick just standing there looking down at his soaked pants.

“You hounded him to death!” another in the group said.

Maria smiled.  “Whatever it takes.  “But trust me, now that I’ve gotten into his head, if I ever want to do anything else with him, it will be that much easier.”

“I don’t think I want to see it,” one of them mentioned.

Maria couldn’t have that though.  With her force of will on full power and aimed at everyone she was talking to, she said, “Oh yes!  You all want to see what else I can do with him.  You all will take great delight in seeing how I can continue to dominate him.  You will look forward to it every week from now on.”  With that said, she withdrew her willpower, leaving everyone silently wondering why they had gotten slightly dizzy.

“I need another drink,” Maria said as she left them.  With a fresh glass in her hand, she started circulating around the party again, talking to everyone…and leaving those same instructions with them all…except Dick.

Poor Dick didn’t really know why, but he turned down a suggestion to leave the party.  He also turned down an offer from John Greyson for a loan of fresh pants.  In his soaked and pee smelling pants, he endured the humiliation of it and stayed at the party until everyone started to leave.  Driving home, he didn’t notice that Maria was following him.

Maria had his address.  Getting it from the personnel paperwork at work was easy.  But she followed him home so she could be there as soon as he got there.

Dick didn’t notice her until he had pulled into his garage and realized there was another car that had pulled into his driveway right behind him.  He got out of his car and came out of his garage as Maria got out of his car.  “What are you doing here?” he asked, not at all happy to see her there.  “Haven’t you cause me enough trouble?”

Maria chuckled, then put her willpower to work again.  “Close your garage and let me into your house with you!”

Dick never had a chance.  A few minutes later she had him in front of her in his living room.  She put her force of will to work once again, the full power of it making him slightly disoriented. 

“From now on, every day when you get home from work, you’re going to wet your pants.  Wetting your pants is going to give you a sexual thrill like you’ve never had before.  When you get home from work every day, you’ll wet your pants and stay in them for the rest of the evening.  Since it’s going to turn you on so much, you can masturbate all you want and enjoy it.”  She had one last instruction for him.  “After I leave, you will forget I was ever here.”

With that, she cut off the force of her will against his mind.  She was about to walk out when she noticed that he was once again wetting his pants.  With a laugh, she left, going back to her own apartment where she delighted in the memory of what she had just done.  She had just started, and so far this was proving to be just as much fun as she hoped it would be.

The next day at work, Dick didn’t talk as much to anyone.  He was too embarrassed.  He saw a few of the looks people gave him early on, but he ignored them.  Fortunately, nobody said a single word to him about what happened. 

That night when he went home, as he was pulling into his garage, the memory of wetting his pants at the party was all he could think about.  He couldn’t help it, just thinking about it was turning him on.  For some reason, he wanted to wet his pants.  He couldn’t wait to wet his pants.  Inside his garage, he got out of his car, and stood there wetting his pants.  He hadn’t even closed the garage door yet.

 Inside his house, he took the time to stare down at his soaked pants.  He was so excited over it he didn’t know what to do.  He left his pants on until he went to bed that night, masturbating in his wet pants two more times.

The next day he did it again, and the next.  All week long.

 

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