My name is Gabriel White, my tale is one that needs to be told and if you will commit me your attention you shall have it away it.

It was only my third job out of college, it was simple to the point of boring really. I oversaw a twelve programmers to ensure that they stayed on data track with their labor and that we met our deadlines. I myself was not a computer programmer, but I understood enough to know the difference between java coding and angry Birds. Good pay, health, and the opportunity to do a little change of location for the odd out of state merging made it a good job.

What made it an baffle job was my secretarial assistant, Karla. Jet black hair that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the belittled of her back, deep blue eyes that cut though you, legs that never ended, pale white skin that made cream look dark, all topped off with the two lenient C cup breasts a man could hope for. In short, she was way out of my conference. She was a 9.9 and I was a gentle 7.

It was n't that I was ugly mind you, just planer. I was never a athlete, never a body builder, just a hushed flake that grew up to be a hush manager of multitude that were nerdyer than I was. Still, even without having been All American QB for my in high spirits schoolhouse, I was n't bad off. Solid six foot one column inch with dark dark-brown hair cut forgetful, at 205 lbs I was a little heavy but kept almost of the fat off with a retentive jog in the mornings. I'm told that the topper persona of looking at me is my lumber knave brass, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from stone and a full beard that I kept trimmed abruptly. Most of this thanks to solid Irish family note on my mother's side and a full blooded old world Mexican job on my father's.

Knowing that Karla was so far out of my scope, and the fact that she worked for me, kept her firmly on my no joy lean. Our relationship was professional, zippo more - nix less. That, however, would transfer soon after one of my tripper out of state.

I was only gone for a few days, but it felt like long time. The job back home might have been baffle, but on the road sitting in meeting after meeting with nothing to do but to sit there and make believe to mind for 7 hours a day was as shut to hell as a mortal can fare without knocking on the bleak gate. So I did was any normal, mid 20s, male that was bored out of his idea would do in a dingy room and a laptop that could get away with murder with anyone noticing…I looked at porn.

I enjoy being a Dom, a shrink would tell me that was because I was always a weaker person growing up, but I think it's just because I like making a woman cum just from ordering her to do whatever it is I want. The power is…amazing. But I had never gotten to throw my own sub, one that was truly and fully committed to me. So I made do with reading stories about it, maintaining a few web human relationship, and a mildly unhealthy amount of money of porn.

The daylight moved on, the confluence ended and I got to return home base to my normal work day. It wasn't until a workweek after I had gotten back from my tripper that things changed forever. Like formula I had come in early, about an hour before anyone else got there - including Karla. So it was a surprise when Karla was at my government agency door, knocking.

"Mr. White, do you have a moment ?"Karla asked in that maple mellisonant vocalisation of hers.
"Karla, you're here early. I have many moments, what's on your judgement ?"I replied.
"wellspring sir, I believe our font got mixed up stopping point night when we left. I ended up with your laptop and I think you have mine."Karla murmured.

"Oh, sorry about that. I haven't used mine since leaving finale night, if you check behind the threshold there it should be in its case if you want to convert them out again."

Karla rapidly replied"No sir, that is not what I wanted to mouth to you about…you see sir, I did n't at first know that we had switched notebooks, I opened it to email my mum and well…a web site I did n't have it off was on the blind. It was a sexual forum sir, one for S & D I think it's called."

I could experience the blood leaving my side as she said it, ones employee ending up with your laptop is bad, but having been so stupid as to go away a sex site up when it happened, that could not be worse.

"I see…well, yes. I enjoy reading such matter. Is that a trouble ?"What else did I have to lose ? No level in dodging around it, maybe if I came right out and said it she would leave it alone and not describe me for god knows what.

"No sir, not at all…I was…well you see sir- I was wondering if, I really don't know how to say this…if you could maybe…teach me."

I'm not sure who was unsound off at that point, she was crimson from embarrassment and I was about to faint from not having drawn breath.

"Teach…you."I whispered slowly."Teach you…what, exactly ?"
"Sir, I would like you to learn me how to be a submissive fornicatress for you. I fear that in my 24 years of living that I haven't truly…LIVED. I feel unrealised and unaccompanied and I hate this tactile sensation. I feel it all the clip other than when I am working, I enjoy - truly enjoy- working for another person, you most of all. I've never known why but taking Federal Reserve note, getting coffee, setting up group meeting, managing our file, being the person that my boss counts on to make everything work so that they can do their job…I love it sir."

By now she sounded more like a machine gun firing then a cleaning lady talking, words came out of her faster than she could think them it seemed.

"But with working so much I have had very piffling fourth dimension for men and…I feel alone and my pinko toy at home just isn't working anymore. But when I saw that site…and read those stories…I almost came just from the first paragraph sir. And so I thought that maybe…you could learn me."

I was stunned to say the to the lowest degree, but having been a extremity of a veritable monthly notice plot for the last few years I had one Inferno of a poker face.

"Ms. Karla…we work together. I can tell from what you said and how your body is reacting now that you mean every word you said…right now. But what if in a month you come to find that you don't like it as much as you thought you would, or that it is n't really have in mind for you. wellspring then…I will have lost the honorable damn assistant I have ever seen and very well may lose my job if you should report our…activities. It simply can not be."I told her in as frigidness and unthinking style as I could. Not to be mean, but to point her how important this was to me.

"Sir, I have thought of that and if you will allow me, I would like to rise to you that I am loyal and that this is what I want."She softly said as she moved next to my desk"please sir, give me a way to try myself before you dismiss me."

Well here I was, a stunningly sexy charwoman begging me to teach her how to be a submissive slut…damn the job, it was Charles Frederick Worth a try.

"Fine. But understand that you will do everything I say, how I say to do it, and you will never call into question me. Ever. It will be atrocious, it will be embarrassing, it will demean you as a man being, but it will never truly hurt you and you will always receive pleasure at the end. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mr. White."

"low gear, when in privet you will call me ‘ victor'you will only use ‘ Mr. Elwyn Brooks White'when we are in a professional person setting with other people nearby, in a non-professional public setting you will use such names as ‘ My dear'‘ My darling'‘ My sweet'as to have the effect to the casual listener that we are lovers, rather than buckle down and master. Should our relationship get out it would be better for my career that I had an affaire, rather than having a slave."

"Yes, master."

"good. Now get on your articulatio genus and I will tell you how you shall prove yourself to me."

She quietly smoothed her skirt and lowered herself on to her knees, her nous was a tantalizing few inch from my pants covered cock but I knew that I had to await.

"You shall essay yourself to me over the following workweek, you will come to work out an hour early, you will be wearing a wench and blouse and step-in, however you will not be wearing a bra of any form. You will come to my doorway and knock asking if you are allowed inside. Once allowed inside you will quietly amount to where you are now, next to my desk. You will then ask license to preform your duty, if I decide to allow you to preform them that day you will begin to remove your clothes, fold them and stack them neatly on my desk."

By this time her lip was quivering, it was almost as if she was seeing herself doing it and was overcome by lust…it was amazing that such a adulteress was hidden away inside this lenient woman.

"Dressed only in your panties, you will go over to my put where you will…pleasure yourself."I spoke with a sly wink."The act must be done through your step-in so that you get them as wet as possible in the mental process. Do you understand so far ?"

Lips still trebling but with an unmistakable look of lustfulness in her eyes and the angelical smell of a cleaning lady's wetness in the air so said"Yes master, I understand."

"Good, once you are ready to reach your peek you will ask for license to do so, you must not cum without my saying you may. If you do then you will be punished. Understood ?"

"Yes schoolmaster"

I smiled at this modish use of my new title"Once I have allowed you to cum and you have finished, you will come back to where you are now beside my desk and you will unfasten my pants. Once outdoors you will remove your cum soaked panties and roll them around my cock, and do up my pants again."I was nervous by now, but the Rubicon had been crossed and there was no percentage point in stopping now."You will stand, clothes, and ask license to give. Understood ?"

"Yes master"she said"is there anything else you would like me to do ?"she questioned with a bit of hopefulness to her voice.

"For now, no. prevent in psyche that any mistakes will be punished at the end of the week, if I decided to reserve you to be my slave."

"Should I displease my master, I deserve whatever punishment you deem appropriate, sir."The look on her font was of unembarrassed lust now.

"Keep that in intellect, and may you never forget it. Now, return key to work please."

"Yes master"came her soft response as she stood and walked to the door, her brass red with desire.

Things had taken a sharp turn in to the strange for for certain, but I was n't going to change by reversal it down. This did however leave me in a very bad land ; my knickers had not been so tight in a very long time. I still have another 20 minutes before the oeuvre hour started…

Pushing myself away from my desk I quickly opened my pants and fished out my now operose cock, a strong 7"of hard as brand dick. I'm no porn wiz, but it pleased the women I'd been with. It felt practiced to stroke it, thinking of that lovely lady on the other side of meat of the threshold who begged me to allow her to be my slut. The ace of my hand running along my putz felt prissy, pumping quicker knowing that I was short on clock time, her sass wrapped around my peter and her whine asking me to go on, to go harder, all of this filled my mind as I brought myself closer to the coating personal credit line. Finally with the vision of her on her knee with her side looking up at me asking permission to conduct my cum on her face, I released. Four hard jets of ejaculate flowed out of my hard cock.

The afterglow of coming was little lived as I saw that I had come on my desk, I quickly grabbed some tissue and cleaned myself and the desk off before replacing my softening hammer in my pants.

I leaned back in my chair, full of hope as to what would come tomorrow .