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September 2019

A STRONG, HARD, eubstance and a train mind, make the man. As a telepath and a dominant alpha Male, I take what I want. I place commands or ideas and suggestions into the great unwashed's minds in two manner. Direct ascendancy is for immediate compliance. Contingent on the place, I may call forth strong overwhelming emotions such as terror or panic, to attain my desired results.

For perm resultant, I use subtle mind control. Think of `` subtle '' as pleasant and soothing whispering, repeating over-and-over in overlapping circles in a person 's subconscious mind. Soon after I've ***********ed them, I'll induce a"brightness level trance,"this Best describes it, and they wo n't be cognisant of it. I 'll seduce eye contact, as during any normal conversation, so that I may talk to the individual, and they'll reveal everything to me, including their deepest closed book, hungriness, and desires, should I ask.

It may submit several hebdomad, contingent upon the individual, for my subtle, soothing whispers to be ingrained in their heart to ensure their submission and loyalty to me is infrangible, and just as importantly, for them to be mental object and happy with this aspect of their lives. Their basic personality, pith values, and beliefs, and all other relationships remain the Lapp. I see to their overall well being ; they now are under my protection. I have five-hundred multitude under permanent control. They are in my Circle. They contribute to the good of my closed meshwork, sharing a portion of the wealthiness and imagination, and they look out after each other as a whole.

Women are a particular interest of mine and discovering a woman 's unique timber and the nicety of their personalities for them to be my complaint, submissive fan. They will prostrate themselves at my foot if I so desire.

I've had many womanhood in my lifetime ; one at a time or two or more together, mostly short toying, a few months or so. I then act on, making them forget ; however, a dormant key command is always present to take them back to where we left off.

I remove the sexual inhibitions from these woman to afford them multiple orgasms and intimate enlightenment, to bear them almost begging, if not outright begging to perform oral sex because to them come is an aphrodisiac more potent than any, material or imagined to keep them firmly under my thumb.

I prefer women with foresighted hair, and I will insert a elusive mesmerism to make it their druthers for themselves, always, including my early short-haired dalliances, assuming their hair texture and facial nerve feature article are suitable, should I make up one's mind to revisit their sensual pleasure.

For most of my ***********ed women, yearn pilus becomes an integral component of their self-esteem, and role of their identity as a char. Cutting, their fuzz, while they suck on my cock, or making them do it themselves, or sending them somewhere to accept their fuzz cut shortsighted, is the ultimate punishment, and a component of subtle command.

I occasionally use orchestrate control to relish brief ( a couple of hours, or a day ) dalliances with any woman who strikes my fancy, when the opportunity arises, including married cleaning woman. These women will come alive up from a deep and refreshing sleep with an altered store. They will not commend me after. The husbands of these matrimonial char, should I deem them good men, will revel the gradual changes in his wife and her increased sexual appetite, plus attentiveness to please them in the sleeping accommodation.

I take particular joy in adjusting the mental attitude of beautiful, chesty, wealthy elitist, rude women. They will bow down themselves, and creep to kiss and lick my foundation, for the privilege of performing oral sex, and they will do anything to curry my favour to receive their orgasms.

Their penance begins with no makeup allowed. I require these elitist women to jade simple, pocket-size, clothing-dresses preferred. I may send them to a favorite hairstylist to receive a blunt bowl or mushroom way haircut should they have long whisker. Depending on the woman, I may decide not to cut it. I will require them to retain their yearn hair in braided pigtails until their repentance is complete ; to humble them and bump off their self-important vanity.

They will clean my house thoroughly from top to penetrate, while they're bare if instructed to do so. It goes far to teach them manners and respect for the opinion of other people. It is thoroughly to have an obedient and thankful temporary housekeeper in my-residences, estates, cottages, and timeshares, naked or otherwise.

I have found that intelligent and creative women ; creative person, author, or musicians for instance, college-educated or not, make the in force subservient devotee using pernicious ascendence to incite their imagination, and biological sex to release their carnal joy.

Sandy Anderson is my submissive live-in lover, personal secretary, and travel companion. She is not aware I am a telepath. Now 28 years of age, Sandy is an attentive, compliant cleaning woman with a curvaceous and delightfully flyspeck number. She is five feet, five inch tall, and weighs approximately 120lbs.

She has a loaded picayune ass, and exquisite firm and circle breasts with wonderfully pink and sensitive turned up nipples.

Sandy's eyes are a vibrant cornflower-blue, and she has a wholesome, intelligent dish and cream complexion. She has a lowly and slightly turned-up olfactory organ and delicate, dainty ear. Her generous and full cupid back talk complement her young appearance.

She 's also a natural strawberry blonde. Her soft and compact, silky plait are a luxurious delight to my eyes and fingerbreadth. Sandy has grown her hair's-breadth out to the classic distance, precisely blunt cut straight across the buttocks. She will never experience layers cut into it, or interchange the color without my permission.

When I allow her to weary it down in public, always with me, her luxurious tresses fall past her stern to fondle her upper thighs. Sandy is required to wear her tomentum up when she goes out alone in public. And not just in a ponytail ; but in something that hides the duration of her tomentum : a terpsichorean's bun, braided bun, chignon, a French twist, etc., as a incessant visual monitor of her submission to me.

Below is Sandy's perspective ( words ) on how we met, and they are factually accurate. She is, of grade, is writing this to please me, and all that may stick with.

WHAT CAN BE MORE LIBERATING for a woman to embrace her true biological nature, and to experience sexual Shangri-la and enraptured orgasms beyond belief ? I reject the unnatural, artificial, modern social constructs of what constitutes a man or cleaning lady ; the momentary ideas of a distort modern industrial society that discourage, deny and tighten a womanhood of fulfilling her true biological sex. A truly liberated cleaning woman submits totally, fondness and soul to her man.

I grew up in Aurora, Nebraska and lived a pipe down and sheltered, life, as the younger of my two Sister, both of them married with families and tyke, in the Ithiel Town where we grew up. They attend the Saami conservative christian church. My sisters, like my mother, abide by the tradition of women in my mother's side of meat of the family of having farseeing hair, inspired, in part, by 1 man-about-town 11:15,"But if a woman has long tomentum, it is a glorification to her."

Our belittled church was an significant part of my life story until I left home. My Daddy is Deacon there, and my Mama Edward Thatch Sunday school. mammy defers to him in most things. I love to paint and draw. pottery and creating from clay comes leisurely for me, so, I left home plate and moved to the East coast to attend college in Rochester, NY, against my parent 's wishes, because of my yearning to travel, and expand my horizons beyond my hometown.

They all but disowned me. My parents cut me off, financially unless I returned to my sess and returned house. My baby, however, see and supported me, sending money when they could, as I focused on my discipline, and maintained a 3.3-grade distributor point norm or well. I didn't have time to particular date or see anyone.

I was out of college for a year with a Masters of the humanities, and heavily in debt for my pedagogy loans. I sent my resume to tons of topographic point, finally hiring a professional Robert William Service, and still, no offers or aspect in my career field of operations. I was still a virgin, saving myself the right man.

It doesn't affair now. I've found my place in animation. He asks so little of me and gives so a lot. Hank Aaron has given me a rich people and fulfilled spirit with the chance to travel, often at a moment's notice, and to see and experience new places and come across interesting multitude ; good, he knows so many. He is a strong, emphatic man. He can be very persuasive. However, he's also genteel and reverential with nigh multitude, and they naturally defer to him.

I've never heard him curse or assert. Aaron says profanity is an denotation of a infirm and uncorrected mind and want of mind. He also says a secure, hard, trunk and a discipline mind, make the man. Sorry, I'm a bit off track, but it is important to tell you how I feel about him. I love him, and I know in my heart of hearts, Aaron loves me.

I left off with no offers of jobs in my career field, and so, it was necessary to settle for a minimum remuneration job working in an upscale Barista in Pittsford, NY. In circumstance for having open air availability for my working hours, the possessor and my political boss, John Randal, rented me a little, but very cosy studio apartment with one bedroom above the business for modest, no, for a blessedly trashy tear that included all service program.

After working there for a yr, I received a two dollar an hour raise and a calendar week paid vacation 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 meet me there for the weekend. We were staying in a short bed and breakfast in Alexandria Bay, NY. I drove on ahead to get everything prepare. It was Pirates Weekend in the Bay, and we were going there for the nightlife and to company. Have a few potable and listen to the ring.

masses packed the primary street with all the bars and tavern, eatery and souvenir workshop near the water, including the public docks ; some in costume, dressed as colorful and flamboyant plagiarizer, or tavern doll in a 1940's Hollywood extravaganza, Madonna and I included. I know how to sew, and I made our attire, to be used again at an coming Renaissance funfair in Sterling NY.

We had a great prison term ; we listened to three different lot, however, as they say,"All secure things must issue forth to an end,"or perhaps salutary matter may start at the end ? It was after one in the morning. Mary was exhausted from drinking and dancing with a Lester Willis Young med scholarly person. She and Michael seemed to hit it off, and The Virgin was to have a late dinner with him on Dominicus. God bless her. She returned to bed and breakfast to break up, and sleep in later ; we both would, we were on vacation. I decided to take the air down to the public wharfage and sit on a bench, watch the lead, and to listen to the moving ridge lapping the shore before turning in.

I was halfway down the weather Ellen Price Wood dock when I heard intemperate, pound footfall 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 walk around them, but they stood in social movement of me, making kissing stochasticity and lickings their lips. One of them stayed in front line 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 dress between my titty.

He then pushed me to his partner, and they pushed me back and forth between them, keeping me off counterweight, and one of the hundred dollar mark posting came out and fell onto the sour grass. They were laughing and trying to fumble my breasts while trying to kiss me. I took a deep breathing place to scream, and before I did, I saw apparent motion on the right field, and the larger 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 chocolate-brown consignment shorts. He raised his hired man, palms out and said,"Hey, pal, I don't want any trouble. It's not how it looks."

"You are a liar. travel away from the lady,"Aaron ordered, and when he did,"girl, get behind me."I did, and Henry Louis Aaron asked,"Are you hurt ?"I shook my head word, then finding my voice, I said, No, not really,"and he replied,"Good if you have a cell phone, dial 911."

"Listen, pal, she approached us earlier and promised us a skilful time. We've already paid this whore five hundred dollars, and,"Mr. red shirt couldn't fetch up his lie because Aaron hit him twice, his fist blurs of apparent motion ; jab, jab, lightning-fast strikes in the stomach, making him buckle stomach and bend over in torture, gasping for breath. Aaron then kicked his feet out from under him, sending my assailant crashing to the wharf."That was a love tap, recreant, would you like an encore ?"The coward shook his head, not meeting Aaron's center.

"And you,"Aaron commanded, turning to the man trying to go up out of the water,"If you like having teeth, stay where you are and keep your mouth shut until the agency arrive."

fast FORWARD ; My assailant turned out to be really the three estates attorney from Lake Ontario, Canada. Theirs was the turgid triple-deck Cabin police car docked there. They loudly proclaimed their innocence and their intent to sue us into poverty, as the New York State Troopers led them away in handlock.

After they were gone, Aaron sat on the work bench on the dock next to me and asked,"Are you sure you're all right ?"“ Yes, I'm fine,"I replied, really looking at him for the first clip, and intellection, ‘ He's not wearing shoes. 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,"Aaron said, jokingly and pointing in the direction he came from to rescue me from them. That explained his barren invertebrate foot and what he was wearing."But first,"Aaron, offered me his deal,"My epithet Hank Aaron blackthorn, miss, and you are ?"I was thinking, ‘ He's not wearing a wedding band.'

"My figure is Sandy Anderson,"I replied, taking his hands in both of mine and squeezing,"I want to give thanks you for coming to help oneself me the way you did. I'm not from around here. I'm on vacation with my girlfriend, Mary. We're staying at a minuscule bed and breakfast on James Street,"and I was thinking, ‘ Maybe he will put up to walk me home.'

"I know where it is ; the red house on the historical registry. It has green, lily-livered and violet gingerbread trim and white wicker furniture on the porch. Good alternative, I know the proprietor, James Augustine Aloysius Joyce Barnes. All that aside, it is late, and I insist you let me walk you home after I put my sneakers on. I won't take no for an resolution, young woman Anderson."

"How long will you be in the Bay, Mr. blackthorn ?"I asked, hopefully, wanting to bed more than about him."I'm leaving in the first light, Miss Anderson."He answered,"I'm returning to Pittsford and back to my government agency. I'm interviewing for a personal assistant, slash secretary. The job pays well, and she must be willing to trip at a moment's bill. And I will be interviewing three prospective candidates over the next few days."

"Yes, please, Mr. Prunus spinosa,"I said, accepting his offer,"and call me Sandy. I'd very much like you to escort me there."“ I will, Sandy, and you must call me Aaron."

I learned the origins of many biblical name in Billy Sunday school. In Israelite, Aaron means"Mountain of potency,"and I thought, ‘ Aaron's name 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-scale talk. I did most of the small talking, primarily asking him questions. I learned he is a adviser, fiscal counselor, and a negotiator. He oversees a meshwork of hoi polloi, an organization he calls the Circle. The Circle has diverse investing, financial interests, and prime real number the three estates throughout the area.

I also learned the personal assistant berth required bachelors or right, and the pay and benefits are more than generous ; four times than I was making, not counting the perks of travel. It was the perfect job if I could convince him to engage me, and who knows what might happen from there. I was thinking, ‘ For that kind of money, I can pay off my loans in no clip. I'll have to update my survey and fasting, and it doesn't hurt that he's eye candy.'



Aaron is a handsome man, with a hard, lop body and the ropey, steel corded sinew of a amalgamate Martial prowess fighter. His brownness eyes can be calming, and kind ; or hard and resolute, or spoilt case, dangerously terrifying. He was 30 years old when we met. My lovemaking has dark brown hair's-breadth that he keeps cut forgetful and neat, and he is clean shaved. He was wearing attenuate cut-off blueing jean that night and an good white cotton tee shirt. That is how my Daddy describes good men,"He wears an honest white cotton tee-shirt,"in early words, he is down to earth.

It is difficult to explain the deep emotion I felt for Aaron that night, a summate stranger. They were warm and overmaster. In my heart, I felt very prophylactic with him, and coming here on vacation was one of the best decisions 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 sentence. As we stood on the porch of bed and breakfast, I hugged him and thanked him again."fountainhead, I suppose this is goodbye, Sandy."

He reached in his pouch and pulled out his line card, and said,"If anything comes up, if you should need me, this is the safe identification number and speech to reach me."He then took both my hands and kissed them, wishing me a good night.

That night, I made up my mind to employ for the job. I couldn't get Henry Louis Aaron out of my mind. He was in my dream that night. They were varied and pleasant, some erotic. I woke up around ten in the morning from a dreaming of Aaron in our sleeping accommodation, and he was brushing my long hair.

fast FORWARD ; I returned home the next day, cutting my vacation curtly.

I had Aaron's business card and ride to the address to check it out. Aaron's Office was in a two-story sett sign, with a small cobblestone barn converted to a garage by the previous possessor. A fieldstone fence borders the property, and the backyard ends at the Erie Canal. There was a pocket-size floating dock with a cedar tree flight strip canoe on it, and the setting was quiet and peaceful.

cachexia no time, I returned home, made myself a cup of tea, and updated my resume, rehearsing in my psyche what I would say to Aaron.

The following morning, at ten-thirty, I delivered my survey personally, and when he answered the door, Henry Louis 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. Blackthorn ; my sketch,"I handed it to him, and he accepted. Hank Aaron was wearing a tailor-made Navy blue suit, and white shirt with a maroon tie, and he looked stylish, imposing, and professional.

"I haven't made a ***********ion yet, Miss Carl Anderson. One of the three is already out of the running. She was 30 minutes late for her interview, and it wasn't an emergency. She also has an issue with traveling and doesn't like to fly. However, I have an appointment for the following applicant in 30 minutes, and one tomorrow at nine,"Aaron opened my survey folder and briefly scanned the contents. Closing it, he said,"I can consultation you tomorrow morning, ten-sharp ; be prompt. His demeanor changed, and his eye became keister, almost uncompromising,"ejaculate inside, please."

I stepped inside the flag-stone floored foyer, and he closed the threshold behind me."My bureau is to the right, delight give a seat,"and when I did, he put my resume on his desk and remained standing,"I maintain a strict garb code during business hours. patronage hours are nine in the morning to four in the afternoon Monday through Thursday when not traveling. Friday is a pay workday. However, it is an on-call day to be useable if needed.

My helper will be required to have on a modest, buttoned-down blouse and bird, or a wearing apparel of the Saame, including Friday during business hr. I strongly suggest comfortable shoes. She will direct me as Mr. Blackthorn, or Sir, particularly with people present. I will show her the same deference and good manners, Miss Anderson.

Do you have any questions ?"“ No, Sir."I was thinking, ‘ What unusual time of day, 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's-breadth, Miss Anderson."“ What about my hair's-breadth, Sir ?"I asked, touching my ponytail, and concerned his dress code might want me to cut my hair unforesightful. My hair was half-way down my back."Will I be required to cut it short ?"

"No, no, nix that drastic. It would be a sin to cut your beautiful sunlight fortunate hair's-breadth,"and his middle softened,"I would command you to wear your hair up in a bun or early upswept style."That was a relief because my venter was in knots at the mere thought of cutting it unretentive, and I was thinking, ‘ He thinks my hair's-breadth is beautiful, and golden sun beautiful. Of course, I will wear it up for him, or down for him or any way he wants me too.'

Henry Louis Aaron offered me his hand and helped me up from my chairperson,"It is rattling to see you again, Sandy,"“ I'm rummy, though. Your legal public figure appears on your curriculum vitae as Sandra May Anderson. Sandy is the indulgent, more feminine, and I assume the shorter variant of Sandra.

Are you aware Sandra is the inadequate version of two classic women's names in chronicle or literature, Alexandra or Cassandra ? I prefer Sandy. It is more in keeping with your vernal appearance and golden strawberry blonde hair that enhances your cornflower puritanical eyes,"and he again took my work force in his and kissed them."I'll see you tomorrow, at ten sharp."

I AGAIN DREAMT OF Aaron the Night before my audience. to the highest degree were pleasant, dreams. I dreamt he was elated with my job performance and completing my work promptly and efficiently. My alarm system clock woke me three time of day before my interview, to be on the safe side of meat. I awoke from dreaming I was kneeling at Henry Louis Aaron's understructure, naked as he braided my hair into pigtails, except now my hair was waist length. In my dream, I did something to displease him.

He was fair and gave me a choice for my punishment, plait, or a short haircut. As he braided, Aaron admonished,"You will weary your hair this way in world until I say otherwise."In my dream, Hank Aaron also warned,"Sandy, if you insist on behaving like a disobedient tiddler, you may look like one."

I lay in my bed, thinking about my last erotic dreaming, becoming aroused at the intellection of being Henry Louis Aaron's slavish, obedient womanhood with my hair in pigtails. It was a harmless, pleasant fantasy. Ephesians 5:22, says in part,"wife, submit yourselves unto your husbands."The Bible recognizes men as innate leaders and protectors, and women the nurturers and caregivers.

I was to be interviewed and already knew Aaron is rigorous about appearance and punctuality. I will comply with those as atmospheric condition of usage should I get the job.

I closed my eyes as my fingers found their way to my plump pussy, and I parted my pinko lips to my medium, swollen button. I pleasured myself, stroking my flush bud while rubbing my long hair on my knocker and sore erect nipples, thinking of my Sir as my subtle coming sated my intimate needs.

I would have preferred to spend more time in bed fantasizing about him but showered instead. I wondered as I toweled off in front line of the mirror if Hank Aaron preferred my twat, shaved or unshaved.

I HAVE A PETITE FIGURE, and I've always chosen my wardrobe carefully ; choosing quality over quantity. I have clothes set aside, dateless classics ; some professional person line attire that fits perfectly and seldom worn. The frock code was free-and-easy at the Barista, and I wore a logo ball cap, blue jeans or Capri bloomers with colorful blouses, with a plastic name tag attached and comfortable white sneakers.

This interview was a reverse point in my aliveness. Even though Aaron wouldn't see my sexy silk and lace undergarment, I'm sure he would O.K.. I would secretly card him, during the interview, although I openly teased him in my dream.

I wore gray woolen, knee-length pencil annulus, not the tan or navy-blue. They are my favorite style of bird. They have a eminent waistline, seamed social movement, centre of attention back incision, giving me a blank, crispy profile that enhances my public figure. They came with a matching, fitted, waist-length jacket adding to the versatility.

So many little determination to search courteous for him, and to form a adept depression.

I wore a White, silk georgette blouse, one of my dearie. I have three of the same ; the other two are in pale sea green and a vibrant red. They have a point apprehension, genuine nacre buttons at the hold back placket, a shirttail hem and a vertebral column twosome with a box pleat. The Daniel Chester French cuffs leave them a sophisticated culture. Sir, suggested comfortable shoes, no problem, I wore my Italian made flat square toe black calf ticker. hose was a option between a few wraith of colors ; to be safe, I wore nude ultra-sheer.

I put my hair up in a sleek and elegant Daniel Chester French braid, hoping Hank Aaron would approve. I made one net check in front line of the full-length mirror before I left ; something was missing, a splash of colouring material, and a blessing. I put on my Aunt Miranda's gem-quality red pearl garnet necklace, a family keepsake, passed on to her from her mother, and her giving 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 Office waiting while he interviewed his first applicant of the morning, my contender to end up. I caught a glimpse of her going, and I was thinking, ‘ What a relief. Her haircloth is short, and she has no sense of flair. Not Aaron's character with those thin, stingy lips.'I had former uncharitable persuasion about her, closed my heart, and said a abbreviated prayer. I spent the rest of my wait with much Sir Thomas More pleasant thinking, such as where I would kiss, and lick, Mr. Blackthorn ; those titillating thoughts interrupted when he came to get me.

"Good morning, Miss Marian 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 matter are beneath her self-worth, if not straight-out sexist.

Your hair looks lovely by the way, very sophisticated 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 crucial questions out of the way, miss Philip Warren Anderson. I'm looking for an assistant who will get me a cup of tea or former little matter of that nature. Do you have a trouble with that ? Is it beneath your self-worth ?"

"No, Sir,"I answered truthfully.

"I require precise and implicit compliance with my instructions, regulation, and procedures, Miss Sherwood Anderson, spoken and unspoken. You may find me unconventional at maiden, perhaps even inflexible. However, I believe you have the imagination and intuitiveness to adapt and be content working for me."

"I know you are somewhat improper, Mr. sloe, 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 plash, two lightning-fast punches, and disgusting secret plan over for them.'

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

"Excellent, girl Anderson,"he said, looking deeply into my heart, and making me feel warm and safe."Consider yourself on probation for the next two months, give or take. You will start following Monday. Until then, Sandy, differentiate me a few things about you not listed in your resume."

MY TWO calendar month 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 Friday, which happened once, for half an 60 minutes.

I went to his office to receive with my landlord. Aaron convinced him to let me save my low apartment with no increase in rent.

Sir was very rigorous with me for those two month. It is an unverbalised mandate that my composition and hair must be perfect. He notices any small-scale changes in my show ; subtle nicety in my lipstick or heart shadow, for object lesson. When Sir wish me, or nods, he approves. His silence means he does not, and I will strive harder to delight him. He has many unspoken rules and preferences that I instinctively know, which is why I'm perfective tense for him, and I gladly comply to please him. I have honed my sentience to recognize them, and at times, it seems I can say his mind.

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

I took every opportunity to touch him, and he lets me flirt with him when there is nonentity there to see. I was shaving and waxing my twat, a prissy surprise when I undress for him. I was hoping he would respond and More. For the maiden prison term in my life, I was on birthing ascendency pills to be ready when the meter came.

piece of my obligation is to riddle Sir's telephone calls and suffice the front room access.

I will go out and wreak back our lunch. I may order anything I want, regardless of the cost, as one of the perquisite of the job. former times we went out for tiffin. Of trend, I put myself on a strict physical exercise regime and diet to maintain my physical body for him.

When we have associate of the rotary, I will act as a hostess, offering, and serving recreation. I sit in on all merging, except when he is counseling or interviewing person, not of the rope.

Sir has extensive encrypted computing device financial Indian file on all of them. I have the unencrypted put files of pertinent personal information and authoritative day of the month for them and their immediate household. One of import aspect of my job is sending birthday placard, day of remembrance Cards, etc., with a tick enclosed, or a lowly gift, including flowers to Hank Aaron's people in the rophy. After my probation, I too would be of the lap.

Aaron is an Alpha-male, and well-nigh men desire to give birth their cocks sucked on. Before I met my Sir, I was a virgin saving myself for wedding, and then I was a virgin saving myself for him. One way to learn how to be a submissive lover is the erotic account about dominant men and their submissive women. There are also site and blog of dominant allele men and subservient cleaning lady who have chosen that modus vivendi and are offering suggestions and advice. One mantle of respect that sticks with me is the interchangeability of the words"Sir"and"Master,"in this life-style. They are the Same.

"Given the woman, I was when I first met Henry Louis Aaron, and my lack of experience, watching a porn video on the internet was a convenient and secret way to ascertain the proper techniques to give a blowjob. Two of my favorite women-porn stars, are Camille ruby and Fellucia. They look up into a man's centre when they lick and suck on a cock. They elevate blowjobs to an art manikin,"The Art of a nose candy Job,"starring Camille ruby, and hers are wearisome, fleshly, and erotic.

Every day, after piece of work, I practiced slowly undressing for Sir in presence of the full-length mirror on the inside of my apartment entry door. I also practiced all slave girl poses ; especially kneeling ; affectedness described in the erotic literature I was reading or from the pictures or television on the internet until I could do them gracefully and properly. I worked backbreaking to be his nonsuch secretary, and his subservient lover to cover all contingencies.

My time on probation was full phase of the moon, enjoyable. I worked hard at achieving my destination. I slept well nights, waking up well-chosen and reinvigorated, often dreaming of Henry Louis Aaron. Mom and I were talking again as if nil happened, and my Dad, when I talked to him, seemed less distant, and was more supportive.

I was planning a tripper home plate when my probation was over, and I was saving money to pay my sister back ; it would be a surprise. Aaron suggested I set up nest egg chronicle for their children ; my nieces and nephews, and add a humble measure to each every month, and so I did.

fast FORWARD AGAIN : There was a knock on my apartment door early in the morning : 7:00 AM, according to my warning signal clock. It rained the night before, but it would turn out to be a resplendent day in Oct, balmy and bright. The leave-taking on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree were at the peak to display their autumn attire of yellow, Orange and red. It was a Friday, and it was the first gear clock time he visited my flat.

Aaron was dressed casually in fleet depressed blue jean, and a red-and-black checked unfastened gabardine shirt, with the arm rolled up to his cubital joint ; he was wearing a white tee-shirt, and a obtrusive variety from his signature tailored and starched long-sleeve white dress shirts ; he only wears tenacious sleeve white dress shirts with his suit of clothes. He was wearing scuffed and comfy brown Wellington boots, as opposed to his polished and gleaming dress shoes. I was wearing a curtly pale green cotton plant nightgown and aught else, and my tenacious blonde hair up in a neat and polished ballerina-style bun in provision for the day.

"I'm here to ask you out to dinner this eventide to keep all to which I'm thankful. The most important is you, Sandy. You are my treasure, and I know how lots you adore clean seafood,"He announced,"multitude your overnight bags !"

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

"You've passed your probation early, Sandy. We are not at the bureau now, and after all your flirting, and touching, and rubbing up against me for the retiring two months all I'm getting is"a good first light ?"Yesterday, you boldly took a sip of tea from my cup before you handed it to me, teasing me with your optic. I took my first sip where your lips touched the cup, in acknowledgment that I want you for my lover.

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

Aaron stepped confining and put his unattackable implements of war around my waist, pulling me close up and gently crushing me to his unvoiced soundbox. I felt my pap harden as I pressed against his thorax. I felt the moistness of arousal between my ramification.

He was freshly shaven, and I could smell the scent of citrus fruit and Syzygium aromaticum of his eau de cologne.

"Your nipples are hard, Sandy, and I smell the sweetness musk of your arousal.

I see much voltage in you, and your untapped sex needing to be released and nurtured, my adorable Virgo. You are the perfect efficient and loyal secretarial assistant. Are you willing to embrace your straight nature and slavish intimate potential difference with the erotic pleasures and glorious orgasms that go with it ?"



"Yes, master key,"I whispered, yearning for permission, or the opportunity to suck on his dick, to show what I learned for him, and surprise him, since he knows I'm a Virgo the Virgin, in as often as I've never had coatis'with a man.

"Are you sure ? sea captain is merely a title. However, if it pleases you, you may call off me Sir, or Hank Aaron as long as you know your seat. Are you willing to submit to me ? Carefully think before you answer me for there will be no turning back. There will be no safe Good Book. Only I can give up you from your promise. You must commit me to know what is best for you."I felt his hands caressing my pilus near the nape of my neck, giving me goose-bumps.

"Yes, Henry Louis 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 weaponry around my Sir's neck, closing my eyes, and I kissed his lips long and deep, enjoying the moment ; one moment in time I'll never forget and the tingling of every brass ending in my soundbox ; the electric current of pleasure washing through me.

"You kiss very nicely, Sandy, and you taste delicious. There is a car avail waiting downstairs to select us to the airport."As his Personal Secretary, I know the jet was the attribute of the Circle."We're going to Portland, Maine,"Aaron continued,"for our celebratory freshly seafood dinner. It will be a short vacation for anything you want to do. That is all you need to have it off for now,"his hands shifted, and he was now rubbing my ass,"Take your nightgown off,"He commanded quietly, and I understood I was not to speak."You will pose for me,"and when I removed my nightie,"Excellent, he praised, as he critiqued,"You are a beautiful cleaning lady, and I will treasure and protect you.

I shall commence with your face, and particularly your eyes of cornflower blue. They are a vibrant cornflower-blue, enhanced by the wholesome, healthy fair skin color of a Nordic Princess. You have a small and slightly turned-up nose and delicate, dainty ears. Your luscious and generous full cupid backtalk complement her youthful appearance."Hank Aaron took my aspect in his hands and lightly kissed my lip and said,"Luscious and enticing."

Henry Louis Aaron is a strong man who takes what he wants, me, and is not afraid to peach to a woman this way.

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

I estimate you're five-five tall, at one-hundred XX Irish pound.

I see you've shaved your efflorescence, and I approve. It shall remain that way, always-on video display and useable to me. The flower petal on your heyday are enticingly tap and plump and wet from the dew of your stimulation. Put your hands behind your head, and turn slowly to display your breast. Yes, that's right. check. They are recherche, Sandy ; your marvelous knocker are round and firm ; perfectly in symmetry to your shape with wonderfully pink tip-tilted tit.

They are begging to be licked and caressed. tour until you are facing away from me, arrest. Excellent, I am pleased, although not surprised to see you have not marred your body with tattoos. Put your workforce on your ass cheek and squeeze them for they are shapely and firm. Bend so I can see your flower and squeeze your cheek, fantabulous. Stand straight and place your hands to your face and close your eye. Don't undefendable your heart until I tell you. Good, wrick around and walk towards me slowly, until I tell you to stop…stop. You are magnificent, kneel.

"out-of-doors your center, Sandy."Hank Aaron's boxers and blue jean were around his ankle, and his voiceless tool was standing at attention."Given your lack of experience and the fact you are a virgin, I surmise and am pleasantly surprised you have been engaging in after-work activities, and I approve. We can discuss those particulars later this even. You know what I want."

I began licking the tip of his knockout cock, teasingly while he removed the hairpins from my pilus. Hank Aaron's laborious 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 length, softness, and thickness,"You will grow your sun golden hair longer to what many refer to the authoritative duration and my predilection as well."

Soon, my hair was completely unbound and loose over my berm and down my back as I continued to lick and suck on his toilsome pulsating cock, probing and teasing him with my lingua and lips 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 ‘ bridge player were buried firmly in my hairsbreadth, controlling the blowjob, pulling and directing as he pushed his rooster deeper into my mouth and preventing me from looking up.

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

I was fantasizing his shaft buried in my kitty. I wanted Hank Aaron to eff me firmly and transport me like a woman ; wanting him to have a go at it me hard while pulling my prospicient blonde hair. thinking of this, I felt my sexual climax growing inside of me.

His orgasm was an outpouring of testosterone-laden vigor as his voiceless phallus assaulted my rima oris and glossa, followed by pumping a waterspout of his thick, rich semen flooding my mouth for me to unsay. However, I didn't accept his semen right away, but instead closed my eyes and held it in my sassing to taste it, and I came violently. Oh, honey God. My multiple orgasm were a celestial rapture on earth.

Still kneeling before my Sir, with my eyes closed in the glow of my first multiple orgasms, I leaned forward all the way placing my capitulum on my script, my hairsbreadth falling forward covering my side, and pooling at his substructure. My legs were partially spread, exposing my flower to him. Aaron had already pulled up his boxers and blue jean and buckled his belt.

He gathered my whisker in a ponytail and wrapped his hired hand around it. He then pulled my ponytail for me to look up into his eyes and warned me sternly,"kneeling and withdraw all of it."And of course, I did,"Open your mouth and read me, now let me see your tongue, trade good girl. work your lips. Let me see you pout, very nice,"and then Aaron helped me to my feet, and said,"Your back talk taste delicious, and I crave your squeeze and your sweet osculation."Bring me your hairbrush and two elastic hair-ties and then sit in that chair,"he directed, pointing at it.

Aaron brushed out my hair, parting in the middle, and expertly and efficiently braided it, giving me childish, but cute three-strand pigtails. Sir's content was illuminate. My hair is thick and entire, and I would stimulate preferred a single three-strand braid or a side tress. I particularly adore the Greco-Roman French braid.

Henry Louis Aaron stroked my chummy silky pigtails thoughtfully and said,"The cock sucking was equal for your first metre ; you will learn to do better. How much time do you need to pack ? It's impolite to keep them waiting much longer, fille Maxwell Anderson, and consider this a casual Friday. We'll clothes accordingly and be well-heeled while we travel. ”