Uvularia grandiflora Blue

September 2019

A STRONG, HARD, BODY and a disciplined head, make the man. As a telepath and a dominant alpha male, I take what I want. I place commands or estimate and hypnotism into people's minds in two ways. Direct command is for immediate compliancy. Contingent on the berth, I may invoke strong overwhelming emotions such as affright or panic, to achieve my craved results.

For lasting result, I use subtle mind control. Think of `` subtle '' as pleasant and soothing voicelessness, repeating over-and-over in overlapping dress circle in a person 's subconscious. Soon after I've ***********ed them, I'll induce a"lightsome trance,"this in effect describes it, and they wo n't be cognizant of it. I 'll make eye tangency, as during any normal conversation, so that I may blab to the mortal, and they'll reveal everything to me, including their mystifying secret, hungriness, and desires, should I ask.

It may take several workweek, contingent upon the someone, for my subtle, soothing whispers to be ingrained in their kernel to ensure their compliance and loyalty to me is absolute, and just as importantly, for them to be content and happy with this prospect of their lifetime. Their canonical personality, core values, and feeling, and all former relationships remain the Saame. I see to their overall well being ; they now are under my protection. I have five-hundred people under permanent control. They are in my lot. They contribute to the commodity of my shut down mesh, sharing a portion of the wealth and resourcefulness, and they look out after each other as a unit.

Women are a special interest of mine and discovering a woman 's unique qualities and the nicety of their personalities for them to be my ailment, subservient lover. They will prostrate themselves at my feet if I so desire.

I've had many women in my lifetime ; one at a metre or two or more together, mostly suddenly toying, a few months or so. I then motivate on, making them forget ; however, a dormant key command is always award to bring them back to where we left off.

I remove the intimate suppression from these adult female to give them multiple coming and sexual nirvana, to let them almost beggary, if not outright begging to perform oral sex because to them semen is an aphrodisiac more powerful than any, substantial or imagined to prevent them firmly under my thumb.

I prefer women with retentive hair's-breadth, and I will stick in a subtle proffer to shit it their taste for themselves, always, including my former short-haired coquetry, assuming their hair texture and facial features are suitable, should I adjudicate to revisit their animal delight.

For nearly of my ***********ed women, foresighted hair becomes an integral component of their self-esteem, and piece of their identity as a woman. Cutting, their hairsbreadth, while they suck on my stopcock, or making them do it themselves, or sending them somewhere to have their pilus cut myopic, is the ultimate punishment, and a component of subtle control.

I occasionally use direct control condition to enjoy legal brief ( a yoke of minute, or a day ) flirtation with any woman who strikes my fancy, when the opportunity arises, including married women. These fair sex will wake up from a deep and refreshing sleep with an altered memory. They will not remember me after. The hubby of these get married charwoman, should I view as them good men, will savor the gradual change in his wife and her increased intimate appetency, plus attentiveness to please them in the chamber.

I take special delectation in adjusting the attitude of beautiful, self-important, wealthy elitist, unmannered woman. They will bow down themselves, and creep to kiss and lick my feet, for the privilege of performing oral sex, and they will do anything to curry my favor to receive their orgasms.

Their repentance begins with no physical composition allowed. I require these elitist cleaning lady to wear simple, modest, clothing-dresses favourite. I may get off them to a preferred hairstylist to receive a blunt bowlful or mushroom style haircut should they have long tomentum. Depending on the woman, I may resolve not to cut it. I will require them to restrain their recollective whisker in braided pigtails until their penance is complete ; to humiliate them and remove their arrogant vanity.

They will clean my sign of the zodiac thoroughly from top to fathom, while they're naked if instructed to do so. It goes far to learn them style and respect for the smell of early people. It is practiced to have an obedient and grateful temporary housekeeper in my-residences, estates, cottages, and timeshares, naked or otherwise.

I have found that intelligent and creative women ; artists, author, or musician for exemplar, college-educated or not, progress to the best slavish buff using subtle control to prompt their imagination, and biologic gender to release their animal delight.

Sandy Anderson is my submissive live-in lover, personal secretary, and travelling companion. She is not mindful I am a telepath. Now 28 years of age, Sandy is an attentive, compliant charwoman with a full-bosomed and delightfully petite figure. She is five ft, five inches tall, and weighs approximately 120lbs.

She has a sozzled little ass, and dainty firm and round breasts with wonderfully pink and sensitive turned up mamilla.

Sandy's heart are a vibrant cornflower-blue, and she has a wholesome, healthy peaches and emollient complexion. She has a small and slightly turned-up nozzle and delicate, goody ears. Her generous and full Amor back talk complement her youthful visual aspect.

She 's also a natural strawberry blond. Her soft and thick, silky tresses are a luxurious delight to my eyes and finger. Sandy has grown her hair out to the classic length, precisely numb cut unbowed across the bottom of the inning. She will never have layers cut into it, or change the people of colour without my permission.

When I allow her to bear it down in public, always with me, her opulent tress fall past her buttocks to fondle her upper second joint. Sandy is required to fatigue her whisker up when she goes out alone in public. And not just in a ponytail ; but in something that hides the length of her hair : a dancer's bun, braided bun, chignon, a French tress, etc., as a invariant visual admonisher of her entry to me.

Below is Sandy's perspective ( Word ) on how we met, and they are factually exact. She is, of course, is writing this to please me, and all that may follow.

WHAT CAN BE MORE LIBERATING for a cleaning lady to embrace her true biological nature, and to experience sexual nirvana and rapturous orgasms beyond impression ? I reject the unnatural, unreal, modern mixer concept of what constitutes a man or woman ; the dart ideas of a warped Modern industrial society that discourage, deny and tighten a cleaning woman of fulfilling her true biological sexuality. A truly liberated woman submits totally, sum and somebody to her man.

I grew up in break of day, Nebraska and lived a restrained and sheltered, spirit, as the younger of my two sisters, both of them married with mob and nestling, in the town where we grew up. They attend the like materialistic Christian church. My sister, like my mother, abide by the tradition of women in my mother's side of the household of having farsighted hair's-breadth, inspired, in part, by 1 Corinthian 11:15,"But if a woman has long hair, it is a glory to her."

Our pocket-sized church was an crucial part of my lifetime until I left home. My dad is Deacon there, and my mommy teaches Sunday school. mom defers to him in most matter. I love to paint and draw. clayware and creating from Lucius Clay comes well-to-do for me, so, I left home plate and moved to the east seacoast to attend college in Rochester, NY, against my parent 's wish, because of my yearning to travel, and expand my celestial horizon beyond my hometown.

They all but disowned me. My parents cut me off, financially unless I returned to my mother wit and returned dwelling house. My sisters, however, understood and supported me, sending money when they could, as I focused on my discipline, and maintained a 3.3-grade breaker point average or better. I didn't have clip to date or see anyone.

I was out of college for a year with a Masters of the artistry, and heavily in debt for my pedagogy loanword. I sent my resume to loads of property, finally hiring a professional service, and still, no go or prospects in my career study. I was still a virgin, saving myself the right man.

It doesn't topic now. I've found my lieu in life. He asks so little of me and gives so a lot. Aaron has given me a rich and accomplish life story with the opportunity to move, often at a present moment's notice, and to see and get new places and meet concern people ; goodness, he knows so many. He is a firm, forceful man. He can be very persuasive. However, he's also polite and reverential with about multitude, and they naturally defer to him.

I've never heard him curse or trust. Aaron says profanity is an indication of a weak and uncorrected psyche and want of intellect. He also says a strong, heavy, body and a correct mind, make the man. Sorry, I'm a bit off track, but it is authoritative to tell you how I feel about him. I love him, and I know in my heart of hearts, Henry Louis Aaron loves me.

I left off with no offers of line in my calling field, and so, it was requirement to descend for a minimal remuneration job working in an upscale Barista in Pittsford, NY. In circumstance for having open up availability for my working hours, the owner and my boss, John Randal, rented me a small, but very cozy studio flat with one bedroom above the business for low, no, for a blessedly cheap economic rent that included all usefulness.

After working there for a class, I received a two dollar an hour hike and a week paid holiday as a bonus for being his top employee. I went on a five-day shoe-string budget vacation in August to the 1000 Islands, and my friend Mary, from college, was going to fit me there for the weekend. We were staying in a piddling bed and breakfast in Alexandria Bay, NY. I drove on ahead to get everything ready. It was Pirates Weekend in the Bay, and we were going there for the nightlife and to party. Have a few drink and listen to the bands.

mass packed the main street with all the bars and tavern, restaurants and token shop class near the water, including the world dockage ; some in costume, dressed as colorful and florid pirates, or tavern dame in a 1940's Hollywood extravaganza, Mary and I included. I know how to sew, and I made our dresses, to be used again at an upcoming Renaissance funfair in Sterling NY.

We had a great fourth dimension ; we listened to three different bands, however, as they say,"All good things must follow to an end,"or perhaps upright things may begin at the end ? It was after one in the good morning. Mary was exhausted from drunkenness and dancing with a young med student. She and Michael seemed to hit it off, and Mary was to birth a previous dinner with him on Sunday. God bless her. She returned to bed and breakfast to doss down, and sleep in late ; we both would, we were on vacation. I decided to walk down to the world dock and sit on a bench, watch the stars, and to take heed to the waves lapping the shoring before turning in.

I was halfway down the weathered wood pier when I heard heavy, pound step on the planks and drunken menacing laughter, followed by vulgar sexual comments directed at me.

I turned to see two large men behind me. I tried to take the air around them, but they stood in front of me, making kissing noises and lickings their backtalk. One of them stayed in front of me and the former behind me. I could smack the alcohol on their breath. They got closer, and the one with the teal Polo shirt and tan chinos shoved some money into my clothes between my breasts.

He then pushed me to his partner, and they pushed me back and Forth River between them, keeping me off balance, and one of the hundred dollars Federal Reserve note came out and fell onto the dock. They were laughing and trying to grope my bosom while trying to kiss me. I took a deep breath to scream, and before I did, I saw crusade on the right hand, and the bigger of the two, wearing the teal shirt was thrown effortlessly head-over-heels into the river, and yes, it was Aaron.

My remaining assailant was wearing a red polo shirt and brown cargo trunks. He raised his hands, decoration out and said,"Hey, pal, I don't want any trouble. It's not how it looks."

"You are a liar. Move away from the gentlewoman,"Aaron ordered, and when he did,"Miss, get behind me."I did, and Henry Louis Aaron asked,"Are you hurt ?"I shook my brain, then finding my voice, I said, No, not really,"and he replied,"respectable if you have a cell phone, telephone dial 911."

"Listen, Buddy, she approached us earlier and promised us a near metre. We've already paid this whore five hundred dollar mark, and,"Mr. red shirt couldn't fetch up his lie because Henry Louis Aaron hit him twice, his clenched fist fuzz of motion ; jab, jab, lightning-fast strikes in the stomach, making him clasp tummy and curve over in agony, gasping for breath. Henry Louis Aaron then kicked his feet out from under him, sending my assailant crashing to the wharf."That was a love tap, poltroon, would you like an encore ?"The Sir Noel Pierce Coward shook his head, not meeting Aaron's middle.

"And you,"Hank Aaron commanded, turning to the man trying to climb out of the pee,"If you like having dentition, stay where you are and keep your mouth shut until the sanction arrive."

FAST FORWARD ; My assailants turned out to be genuine demesne attorney from Ontario, Canada. Theirs was the with child triple-deck Cabin patrol car docked there. They loudly proclaimed their innocence and their purpose to sue us into poverty, as the New York State Department cavalryman led them away in cuff.

After they were gone, Hank Aaron sat on the bench on the dock next to me and asked,"Are you sure you're all right ?"“ Yes, I'm mulct,"I replied, really looking at him for the first sentence, and thinking, ‘ He's not wearing skid. He came out of nowhere, all six-foot-three of him and he is barefoot.'

"My cabin cruiser is that one there ; I'm roughing it,"Hank Aaron said, jokingly and pointing in the management he came from to rescue me from them. That explained his scanty substructure and what he was wearing."But low gear,"Aaron, offered me his hand,"My name Henry Louis Aaron Crataegus tomentosa, Miss, and you are ?"I was thinking, ‘ He's not wearing a wedding band.'

"My name is Sandy Anderson,"I replied, taking his bridge player in both of mine and squeezing,"I want to thank you for coming to help me the way you did. I'm not from around here. I'm on vacation with my girl, Mary. We're staying at a lilliputian bed and breakfast on James Street,"and I was thinking, ‘ Maybe he will propose to walk me home.'

"I know where it is ; the red house on the historical registry. It has green, yellow-bellied and violet gingerbread trim and white wickerwork article of furniture on the porch. ripe choice, I know the proprietor, James Joyce Barnes. All that aside, it is late, and I insist you let me take the air you home after I put my sneakers on. I won't take no for an answer, fille Anderson."

"How long will you be in the Bay, Mr. Blackthorn ?"I asked, hopefully, wanting to fuck more about him."I'm leaving in the dawning, Miss Anderson."He answered,"I'm returning to Pittsford and back to my federal agency. I'm interviewing for a personal assistant, diagonal secretary. The job pays well, and she must be willing to travel at a moment's notice. And I will be interviewing three prospective candidate over the following few days."

"Yes, please, Mr. pear haw,"I said, accepting his offer,"and scream me Sandy. I'd very much like you to escort me there."“ I will, Sandy, and you must bid me Aaron."

I learned the origins of many biblical gens in Lord's Day shoal. In Hebrew, Henry Louis Aaron means"Mountain of Strength,"and I thought, ‘ Aaron's figure certainly seems to fit him. I wonder if he's seeing anyone.'

Henry Louis Aaron left for a moment, and he returned wearing sneakers. He took my arm, in his, and we leisurely walked to James St., making small talk. I did nearly of the pocket-sized talking, primarily asking him interrogative. I learned he is a consultant, financial counselor-at-law, and a treater. He oversees a web of multitude, an governing body he calls the Circle. The Circle has diverse investments, financial interests, and prime veridical demesne throughout the commonwealth.

I also learned the personal helper position required knight bachelor or honorable, and the pay and benefits are more than generous ; four times than I was making, not counting the perks of travel. It was the stark job if I could convince him to rent me, and who knows what might fall out from there. I was thinking, ‘ For that kind of money, I can pay off my loans in no time. I'll have to update my resume and fast, and it doesn't hurt that he's eye candy.'



Hank Aaron is a handsome man, with a intemperate, shipshape body and the ropey, steel corded muscles of a desegregate martial artistry battler. His embrown eyes can be calming, and kind ; or surd and resolute, or worst case, dangerously terrifying. He was 30 year old when we met. My love has dark brownness hair's-breadth that he keeps cut short and smashing, and he is clean shaved. He was wearing fade cut-off blue jeans that Night and an honest white cotton tee shirt. That is how my pappa describes good men,"He wears an honest E. B. White cotton plant tee-shirt,"in other words, he is down to earth.

It is difficult to explicate the recondite emotion I felt for Aaron that dark, a total alien. They were fond and flood out. In my affectionateness, I felt very safety with him, and coming here on holiday was one of the best decision I'd made to date. We sat on the porch and quietly talked for a while, and I can't commend how long. Finally, he stood up to leave. At that moment, I trusted him as if I'd known him all my life story. As we stood on the porch of bed and breakfast, I hugged him and thanked him again."wellspring, I suppose this is goodbye, Sandy."

He reached in his pocket and pulled out his commercial enterprise scorecard, and said,"If anything comes up, if you should need me, this is the honorable turn and savoir-faire to reach me."He then took both my hands and kissed them, wishing me a good night.

That Nox, I made up my mind to go for for the job. I couldn't get Aaron out of my mind. He was in my dreams that night. They were varied and pleasant, some titillating. I woke up around ten in the morning time from a dream of Aaron in our bedroom, and he was brushing my long hair.

FAST FORWARD ; I returned home the next day, cutting my vacation shortly.

I had Aaron's byplay card and beat back to the address to check it out. Aaron's authority was in a two-story cobblestone house, with a small cobblestone barn converted to a garage by the previous owner. A fieldstone fence borders the property, and the backyard ends at the Erie channel. There was a belittled floating dock with a cedar airstrip canoe on it, and the setting was quiet and peaceful.

Wasting no metre, I returned base, made myself a cup of tea, and updated my resume, rehearsing in my mind what I would say to Henry Louis Aaron.

The following morning, at ten-thirty, I delivered my resume personally, and when he answered the room access, Hank Aaron greeted me warmly,"Sandy, what a pleasant surprise ! I thought you were on vacation ? As you can see, I'm not barefoot,"and he smiled,"What can I do for you ?"

"I'm here to apply for the job, Mr. pear hawthorn ; my survey,"I handed it to him, and he accepted. Aaron was wearing a tailored navy amobarbital sodium suit, and flannel shirt with a maroon tie, and he looked stylish, imposing, and professional person.

"I haven't made a ***********ion yet, fille Anderson. One of the three is already out of the running. She was 30 mo deep for her interview, and it wasn't an exigency. She also has an issue with traveling and doesn't like to fly. However, I have an engagement for the adjacent applicant in 30 min, and one tomorrow at nine,"Aaron opened my resume folder and briefly scanned the contents. Closing it, he said,"I can consultation you tomorrow morning, ten-sharp ; be prompt. His behaviour changed, and his eye became strict, almost sturdy,"cum interior, please."

I stepped inside the flag-stone floored foyer, and he closed the threshold behind me."My office is to the rightfield, please have a seat,"and when I did, he put my CV on his desk and remained standing,"I maintain a stern dress code during line hours. business concern time of day are nine in the morning to four in the afternoon Monday through Thursday when not traveling. Friday is a paid workday. However, it is an on-call day to be usable if needed.

My assistant will be required to wear a pocket-size, conservative blouse and wench, or a frock of the same, including Friday during clientele hours. I strongly suggest comfy skid. She will address me as Mr. Blackthorn, or Sir, particularly with multitude present. I will show her the Saami respectfulness and courtesy, girl Philip Warren Anderson.

Do you have any questions ?"“ No, Sir."I was thinking, ‘ What unusual hours, but think of all the time off, including being paid Fri, if I'm not needed. All I have to do is dress like I'm going to church.'

"As for your hair, Miss Anderson."“ What about my hairsbreadth, Sir ?"I asked, touching my ponytail, and concerned his dress codification might postulate me to cut my hair short. My whisker was half-way down my back."Will I be required to cut it short ?"

"No, no, nothing that drastic. It would be a sin to cut your beautiful sunlight golden fuzz,"and his eyes softened,"I would demand you to wear your hairsbreadth up in a bun or other upswept style."That was a relief because my stomach was in burl at the bare thought of cutting it short-circuit, and I was thinking, ‘ He thinks my hair is beautiful, and golden sunlight beautiful. Of course, I will have on it up for him, or down for him or any way he wants me too.'

Henry Louis Aaron offered me his hired man and helped me up from my chair,"It is wonderful to see you again, Sandy,"“ I'm curious, though. Your legal gens appears on your resume as Sandra May Maxwell Anderson. Sandy is the piano, more feminine, and I assume the myopic interlingual rendition of Sandra.

Are you mindful Sandra is the shorter variant of two classic women's names in history or lit, Alexandra or Cassandra ? I prefer Sandy. It is more in keeping with your young appearance and golden strawberry blond hair that enhances your cornflower drab center,"and he again took my helping hand in his and kissed them."I'll see you tomorrow, at ten sharp."

I AGAIN DREAMT OF AARON the night before my interview. nigh were pleasant, dream. I dreamt he was elated with my job performance and completing my work promptly and efficiently. My alert clock woke me three hours before my interview, to be on the prophylactic side. I awoke from dreaming I was kneeling at Aaron's feet, naked as he braided my hair into pigtails, except now my hair was waistline length. In my dream, I did something to displease him.

He was fair and gave me a choice for my punishment, braid, or a short haircut. As he braided, Hank Aaron admonished,"You will break your hair's-breadth this way in public until I say otherwise."In my pipe dream, Aaron also warned,"Sandy, if you insist on behaving like a disobedient small fry, you may look like one."

I lay in my bed, thinking about my lastly titillating dream, becoming aroused at the thought process of being Aaron's submissive, obedient fair sex with my haircloth in pigtails. It was a harmless, pleasant fancy. Epistle of Paul the Apostle to the Ephesians 5:22, says in part,"wife, submit yourselves unto your husbands."The Book recognizes men as natural leaders and shielder, and women the nurturers and primary care provider.

I was to be interviewed and already live Aaron is strict about appearance and punctuality. I will comply with those as weather condition of employment should I get the job.

I closed my eyes as my finger's breadth found their way to my plump twat, and I parted my pink mouth to my sensitive, swollen clitoris. I pleasured myself, stroking my prime bud while rubbing my long fuzz on my breasts and sensitive erect mammilla, cerebration of my Sir as my elusive orgasm sated my sexual needs.

I would have preferred to spend more fourth dimension in bed fantasizing about him but showered instead. I wondered as I toweled off in front of the mirror if Henry Louis Aaron preferred my pussy, shaved or unshaved.

I HAVE A PETITE FIGURE, and I've always chosen my wardrobe carefully ; choosing quality over measure. I have clothes set aside, timeless classic ; some master business dress that fits perfectly and seldom worn. The frock computer code was free-and-easy at the Barista, and I wore a logotype ball cap, blue angel jean or Capri pants with coloured blouses, with a credit card name tag attached and comfortable blanched stoolpigeon.

This consultation was a turn distributor point in my life sentence. Even though Aaron wouldn't see my aphrodisiacal silk and lace unmentionable, I'm sure he would approve. I would secretly bait him, during the interview, although I openly teased him in my ambition.

I wore gray wool, knee-length pencil skirt, not the tan or navy-blue. They are my dearie style of skirts. They have a high shank, seamed front, rivet back pussy, giving me a plumb, crisp profile that enhances my figure. They came with a matching, fitted, waist-length cap adding to the versatility.

So many piffling determination to take care nice for him, and to clear a good impression.

I wore a white, silk georgette blouse, one of my favorites. I have three of the Lapplander ; the former two are in wan sea putting surface and a vibrant red. They have a full point collar, actual nacre buttons at the hold in placket, a shirttail hem and a hinder yoke with a box pleat. The Gallic cuff cave in them a sophisticated coating. Sir, suggested comfortable shoes, no problem, I wore my Italian made flat square toes toe black calfskin heart. hosiery was a alternative between a few spook of colors ; to be safe, I wore nude ultra-sheer.

I put my hairsbreadth up in a sleek and elegant French people turn of events, hoping Henry Louis Aaron would approve. I made one last check in figurehead of the full-length mirror before I left ; something was missing, a splash of color, and a blessing. I put on my Aunt Miranda's gem-quality red pearl garnet necklace, a category souvenir, passed on to her from her mother, and her gift to me when I graduated from college.

I WAS A half-hour EARLY for my interview and sat in the parlor next to Aaron's berth waiting while he interviewed his first applicant of the morning, my competition to cease. I caught a glimpse of her leaving, and I was thinking, ‘ What a easement. Her hairsbreadth is brusk, and she has no sense of way. Not Aaron's type with those thin, stingy lips.'I had former uncharitable view about her, closed my eye, and said a brief prayer. I spent the residual of my wait with much to a greater extent pleasant thoughts, such as where I would kiss, and lick, Mr. Blackthorn ; those erotic opinion interrupted when he came to get me.

"Good morning, misfire Carl David Anderson,"he greeted,"I read your resume, and it appears to be in order, follow me, please,"as we walked he continued talking,"The applicant before you decided she didn't want the position because she is a professional, and certain things are beneath her dignity, if not outright sexist.

Your tomentum looks lovely by the way, very convolute and elegant,"I accepted the compliment, and I wanted to hug and buss him, or he, me as I sat in a chair across from Aaron at his desk.

"Let me get two of the essence questions out of the way, misfire Anderson. I'm looking for an help who will bring me a cup of tea or other little thing of that nature. Do you have a problem with that ? Is it beneath your self-respect ?"

"No, Sir,"I answered truthfully.

"I require accurate and unquestioning compliance with my instruction manual, rules, and subroutine, Miss Anderson, spoken and unspoken. You may find me unconventional at offset, perhaps even stiff. However, I believe you have the imaginativeness and intuitiveness to adapt and be content working for me."

"I know you are somewhat improper, Mr. Blackthorn, especially after you rescued me and the way you did it,"while thinking, ‘ You were more concerned about me, a stranger to you than your safety. You then dominated them ; one big splash, two lightning-fast punches, and disgusting game over for them.'

"I very much like to travel, and being paid to travel is a blessing. I promise you won't be disappointed. I will operate very knockout to please you, Sir."

"Excellent, Miss Philip Warren Anderson,"he said, looking deeply into my middle, and making me finger warmly and rubber."Consider yourself on probation for the following two months, give or read. You will get next Mon. Until then, Sandy, tell me a few matter about you not listed in your resume."

MY TWO MONTHS of probation were over in a blink of an eye. My days working for him are the highlight of my week. I looked forward to Monday and hoped to be called in on Fri, which happened once, for half an hour.

I went to his office to fit with my landlord. Aaron convinced him to let me keep open my small apartment with no step-up in tear.

Sir was very rigorous with me for those two month. It is an unverbalised mandatory that my makeup and haircloth must be thoroughgoing. He notices any minuscule changes in my coming into court ; subtle shadiness in my lipstick or eyes shadow, for example. When Sir compliments me, or nods, he approves. His silence means he does not, and I will endeavour harder to please him. He has many unspoken formula and preferences that I instinctively know, which is why I'm perfect tense for him, and I gladly comply to please him. I have honed my dope to greet them, and at times, it seems I can interpret his mind.

Sir does his visual inspection of me when I bring him a pot of green tea first thing every morning. He will smile and nod his approval or compliment me, on my appearing, and we will sit quietly and sip our tea together, while he caresses me with his eyes.

I took every opportunity to relate him, and he lets me flirt with him when there is cipher there to see. I was shaving and waxing my pussy, a Nice surprise when I undress for him. I was hoping he would reply and more than. For the low gear clip in my life, I was on birth ascendancy pills to be fix when the clock time came.

Part of my duties is to screen Sir's telephone calls and resolve the front doorway.

I will go out and take back our lunch. I may edict anything I want, regardless of the cost, as one of the perquisite of the job. other times we went out for luncheon. Of course, I put myself on a strict exercise regime and diet to maintain my soma for him.

When we have familiar of the rophy, I will act as a hostess, offering, and serving refreshment. I sit in on all meetings, except when he is counseling or interviewing soul, not of the Circle.

Sir has extensive encrypted estimator financial files on all of them. I have the unencrypted edit single file of apposite personal information and significant dates for them and their immediate phratry. One crucial expression of my job is sending Birthday Cards, Anniversary menu, etc., with a deterrent enclosed, or a small gift, including flowers to Aaron's people in the lap. After my probation, I too would be of the Mexican valium.

Hank Aaron is an Alpha-male, and most men desire to get their cocks sucked on. Before I met my Sir, I was a virgin saving myself for man and wife, and then I was a Virgo saving myself for him. One way to learn how to be a submissive fan is the titillating narrative about dominant men and their subservient cleaning woman. There are also site and blogs of dominant men and submissive charwoman who have chosen that lifestyle and are offering suggestions and advice. One mantelpiece of deference that sticks with me is the interchangeableness of the password"Sir"and"Master,"in this lifestyle. They are the Saame.

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Every day, after work, I practiced slowly undressing for Sir in front of the full-length mirror on the interior of my flat entrance doorway. I also practiced all slave girl affectation ; especially kneeling ; mannerism described in the erotic literature I was reading or from the pictures or TV on the net until I could do them gracefully and properly. I worked intemperately to be his nonpareil secretary, and his submissive buff to cover all contingencies.

My time on probation was full, enjoyable. I worked hard at achieving my goals. I slept well Nox, waking up happy and refreshed, often dreaming of Aaron. Mom and I were talking again as if cypher happened, and my Dad, when I talked to him, seemed less aloof, and was more supportive.

I was planning a trip home when my probation was over, and I was saving money to pay my sisters back ; it would be a surprise. Aaron suggested I set up deliverance story for their children ; my nieces and nephews, and add a pocket-size amount to each every month, and so I did.

fast FORWARD AGAIN : There was a knock on my apartment room access early in the morning : 7:00 AM, according to my alarm clock. It rained the Nox before, but it would turn out to be a glorious day in October, balmy and bright. The leave on the trees were at the peak to display their autumn dress of yellow, orange and red. It was a Friday, and it was the first off time he visited my apartment.

Aaron was dressed casually in wither risque denim, and a red-and-black checked unbuttoned gabardine shirt, with the arm rolled up to his elbows ; he was wearing a blank tee-shirt, and a obtrusive alteration from his signature tailored and starched long-sleeve Caucasian wearing apparel shirts ; he only wears farseeing sleeve white dress shirts with his suits. He was wearing scuffed and well-heeled brown First Duke of Wellington boots, as opposed to his polished and gleaming dress shoes. I was wearing a short pale fleeceable cotton wool nightie and nothing else, and my long blond hair up in a neat and polished ballerina-style bun in formulation for the day.

"I'm here to demand you out to dinner this evening to celebrate all to which I'm thankful. The most authoritative is you, Sandy. You are my treasure, and I know how very much you adore clean seafood,"He announced,"face pack your overnight traveling bag !"

"I don't understand Aaron, but please come in, and good morning,"I said surprised as I closed the room access behind him, feeling flustered and elated.

"You've passed your probation early, Sandy. We are not at the post now, and after all your flirt, and touching, and rubbing up against me for the past two month all I'm getting is"a good morning ?"Yesterday, you boldly took a sip of tea from my cup before you handed it to me, teasing me with your eyes. I took my number 1 sip where your lips touched the cup, in acknowledgment that I want you for my lover.

You've made it unclutter you want more from me. Shall I take what I want, and what you desire ?"I was thinking, ‘ Yes, Aaron, yes. I have so much to share, and I've saved myself for you, Sir.'

Aaron stepped nigher and put his strong arms around my waist, pulling me close and gently crushing me to his hard body. I felt my nipples harden as I pressed against his bureau. I felt the damp of arousal between my legs.

He was freshly shaven, and I could smell out the scent of citrus and cloves of his Koln.

"Your nipples are intemperate, Sandy, and I smell the mellisonant musk of your stimulation.

I see much potential in you, and your untapped sexuality needing to be released and nurtured, my lovely virgin. You are the stark efficient and loyal secretary. Are you volition to cover your unfeigned nature and submissive sexual potentiality with the erotic pleasures and glorious climax that go with it ?"



"Yes, Master,"I whispered, yearning for permission, or the chance to take up on his pecker, to depict what I learned for him, and surprise him, since he knows I'm a virgin, in as much as I've never had coatis'with a man.

"Are you sure ? Master is merely a deed. However, if it pleases you, you may holler me Sir, or Hank Aaron as long as you know your shoes. Are you leave to state to me ? Carefully think before you answer me for there will be no turning back. There will be no safety words. Only I can release you from your promise. You must entrust me to lie with what is best for you."I felt his hands caressing my haircloth near the nucha of my neck, giving me goose-bumps.

"Yes, Hank Aaron, yes,"I said softly, almost whispering.

"Then submit, to me, Sandy and learn ; but first, I want to taste your warm, generous lips."

I reached up and put my arms around my Sir's cervix, closing my optic, and I kissed his back talk long and abstruse, enjoying the mo ; one moment in metre I'll never forget and the prickling of every nerve ending in my consistency ; the flow of joy washing through me.

"You kiss very nicely, Sandy, and you taste delicious. There is a car Robert William Service waiting downstairs to use up us to the airport."As his Personal Secretary, I know the jet was the property of the R-2."We're going to Portland, Maine,"Hank Aaron continued,"for our celebratory fresh seafood dinner party. It will be a short vacation for anything you want to do. That is all you need to know for now,"his hands shifted, and he was now rubbing my ass,"takings your night-robe off,"He commanded quietly, and I understood I was not to verbalize."You will pose for me,"and when I removed my nightgown,"Excellent, he praised, as he critiqued,"You are a beautiful cleaning woman, and I will treasure and protect you.

I shall begin with your typeface, and particularly your eyes of cornflower blueing. They are a vibrant cornflower-blue, enhanced by the wholesome, healthy reasonable skin color of a Nordic Princess. You have a lowly and slightly turned-up nozzle and delicate, delicacy spike. Your delectable and generous full Amor back talk complement her youthful appearance."Aaron took my face in his hands and lightly kissed my sassing and said,"Luscious and enticing."

Hank Aaron is a firm man who takes what he wants, me, and is not afraid to babble to a fair sex this way.

"You have a curvaceous and delightfully sexy and tiny fiddling trope, beautiful, and you're blushing. I find that to be refreshingly angelic. I will very much enjoy holding and cuddling with you for that is what buff do.

I estimate you're five-five tall, at one-hundred twenty lb.

I see you've shaved your flower, and I approve. It shall continue that way, always-on display and useable to me. The petal on your prime are enticingly tap and plump and wet from the dew of your stimulation. Put your hands behind your principal, and turn slowly to display your knocker. Yes, that's right. Stop. They are keen, Sandy ; your marvelous white meat are round and firm ; perfectly in proportion to your figure with wonderfully pink upturned nipples.

They are begging to be licked and caressed. Turn until you are facing away from me, stop. Excellent, I am pleased, although not surprised to see you have not marred your physical structure with tattoos. Put your hands on your ass cheek and squeeze them for they are shapely and firm. Bend so I can see your flower and squeeze your impudence, fantabulous. pedestal straight and post your deal to your side and conclude your centre. Don't open your eyes until I tell you. dear, turn around and walk towards me slowly, until I tell you to stop…stop. You are magnificent, kneel.

"clear your eyes, Sandy."Aaron's bagger and jeans were around his ankle joint, and his hard shaft was standing at care."Given your want of experience and the fact you are a Virgo the Virgin, I surmise and am pleasantly surprised you have been engaging in after-work natural process, and I approve. We can discuss those particulars later this evening. You know what I want."

I began licking the tip of his hard hammer, teasingly while he removed the hairpins from my hair. Aaron's intemperately cock was pulsating and twitching as I licked ; I love teasing him this way.

"Very nice,"he praised, stroking my long ponytail, and commenting on the distance, fogginess, and thickness,"You will farm your sunlight gilt pilus longer to what many refer to the classic distance and my preference as well."

Soon, my whisker was completely unbound and loose over my shoulders and down my back as I continued to clobber and suck on his hard pulsating cock, probing and teasing him with my tongue and backtalk while looking up into his eyes as I did so.

I momentarily stopped sucking and licking his cock, and licked his balls. Shortly after, Aaron's ‘ custody were buried firmly in my pilus, controlling the blowjob, pulling and directing as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and preventing me from looking up.

I licked and sucked ravenously savoring every inch of it, all wet and sloughy.

I was fantasizing his peter buried in my pussy. I wanted Aaron to sleep together me hard and ravish me like a woman ; wanting him to fuck me heavily while pulling my long blonde hair. Thinking of this, I felt my orgasm growing inside of me.

His orgasm was an onslaught of testosterone-laden energy as his hard fellow member assaulted my mouth and tongue, followed by pumping a inundation of his thick, fertile semen flooding my mouth for me to swallow. However, I didn't unsay his germ right away, but instead closed my optic and held it in my mouth to savor it, and I came violently. Oh, dear God. My multiple orgasms were a heavenly raptus on earth.

Still kneeling before my Sir, with my heart closed in the lambency of my for the first time multiple orgasms, I leaned forward all the way placing my head on my hands, my whisker falling forward covering my face, and pooling at his feet. My legs were partially spread, exposing my prime to him. Aaron had already pulled up his boxers and jeans and buckled his belt.

He gathered my hair in a ponytail and wrapped his hand around it. He then pulled my ponytail for me to look up into his eyes and warned me sternly,"kneel and immerse all of it."And of path, I did,"surface your mouth and present me, now let me see your tongue, commodity girl. figure out your lips. Let me see you pout, very Nice,"and then Aaron helped me to my foundation, and said,"Your back talk taste delicious, and I crave your hugs and your sweet osculation."Bring me your hairbrush and two elastic hair-ties and then sit in that chair,"he directed, pointing at it.

Henry Louis Aaron brushed out my hair, parting in the middle, and expertly and efficiently braided it, giving me childish, but cunning three-strand pigtails. Sir's subject matter was clear. My whisker is thick and full, and I would induce preferred a exclusive three-strand braiding or a position tress. I particularly adore the classic French braid.

Hank Aaron stroked my thick silky pigtails thoughtfully and said,"The cock sucking was adequate for your offset time ; you will learn to do better. How much time do you need to backpack ? It's impolite to keep them waiting much longer, fille Carl Anderson, and consider this a chance Friday. We'll dress accordingly and be comfortable while we travel. ”