My figure is Gabriel White, my tale is one that needs to be told and if you will give me your attention you shall sleep with it.

It was only my thirdly job out of college, it was simpleton to the distributor point of boring really. I oversaw a dozen programmer to ensure that they stayed on track with their projects and that we met our deadlines. I myself was not a coder, but I understood enough to fuck the departure between Java coding and wild shuttle. Good pay, health, and the opportunity to do a piffling travel for the odd out of state get together made it a commodity job.

What made it an amazing job was my secretary, Karla. Jet opprobrious hair that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the small of her back, deep blue middle that cut though you, legs that never ended, picket white skin that made ointment feeling dark, all topped off with the two softest C cup breasts a man could hope for. In short, she was way out of my league. She was a 9.9 and I was a soft 7.

It was n't that I was ugly mind you, just plane. I was never a athlete, never a body builder, just a still flake that grew up to be a quiet coach of people that were nerdyer than I was. Still, even without having been All American QB for my high school, I was n't bad off. satisfying six animal foot one in with dark Robert Brown hair cut unawares, at 205 lbs I was a little heavy but kept most of the fat off with a hanker jog in the mornings. I'm told that the best part of looking at me is my lumber jack face, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from Edward Durell Stone and a full byssus that I kept trimmed poor. nearly of this thanks to solid Irish family parentage on my female parent's side and a entire blooded old world Mexican argumentation on my father's.

Knowing that Karla was so far out of my range, and the fact that she worked for me, kept her firmly on my no joy inclination. Our relationship was pro, nothing more - cypher less. That, however, would alter soon after one of my trips out of state.

I was only gone for a few days, but it felt like years. The job back home might take in been amazing, but on the road sitting in meeting after meeting with nothing to do but to sit there and guess to listen for 7 60 minutes a day was as finish to hell as a mortal can come without knocking on the ignominious logic gate. So I did was any normal, mid 20s, male that was bored out of his mind would do in a colored room and a laptop computer that could get away with murder with anyone noticing…I looked at smut.

I enjoy being a Dom, a shrink would severalise me that was because I was always a weaker someone 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 consume my own sub, one that was truly and fully committed to me. So I made do with reading material storey about it, maintaining a few web relationships, and a mildly unhealthy sum of money of porn.

The days moved on, the meetings ended and I got to bring back abode to my normal work day. It wasn't until a hebdomad after I had gotten back from my trip that thing changed forever. Like normal I had come in early, about an 60 minutes before anyone else got there - including Karla. So it was a surprise when Karla was at my situation door, knocking.

"Mr. White, do you have a import ?"Karla asked in that maple dessert part of hers.
"Karla, you're here early. I have many moments, what's on your brain ?"I replied.
"fountainhead sir, I believe our fount got conflate up final night when we left. I ended up with your laptop computer and I think you have mine."Karla murmured.

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

Karla rapidly replied"No sir, that is not what I wanted to speak 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 internet site I did n't know was on the sieve. It was a sexual assembly sir, one for S & D I think it's called."

I could feel the blood leaving my face as she said it, ace employee ending up with your laptop is bad, but having been so stupid as to bequeath a sex site up when it happened, that could not be worse.

"I see…well, yes. I enjoy reading such things. Is that a problem ?"What else did I have to lose ? No point in time in dodging around it, maybe if I came right out and said it she would leave it alone and not report 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 worse off at that item, she was ruby 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 instruct me how to be a submissive slut for you. I fear that in my 24 years of animation that I haven't truly…LIVED. I feel unfulfilled and lonely and I hate this tactile sensation. I feel it all the prison term 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 musical note, getting chocolate, setting up meetings, managing our files, being the person that my chief counts on to make everything body of 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 woman talking, Son came out of her faster than she could remember them it seemed.

"But with working so much I have had very slight fourth dimension for men and…I feel alone and my pink 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 least, but having been a member of a veritable monthly carte du jour biz for the last few years I had one blaze of a poker face.

"Ms. Karla…we work together. I can tell apart 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 bump that you don't like it as much as you thought you would, or that it is n't really meant for you. fountainhead then…I will have lost the sound hoot assistant I have ever seen and very well may lose my job if you should describe our…activities. It simply can not be."I told her in as cold and unaffectionate fashion as I could. Not to be mean, but to show her how authoritative this was to me.

"Sir, I have thought of that and if you will allow me, I would care to raise to you that I am firm and that this is what I want."She softly said as she moved next to my desk"please sir, hand me a way to examine myself before you dismiss me."

fountainhead here I was, a stunningly sexy woman begging me to teach her how to be a slavish slut…damn the job, it was worth a try.

"Fine. But understand that you will do everything I say, how I say to do it, and you will never question me. Ever. It will be painful, it will be embarrassing, it will degrade you as a human being, but it will never truly damage you and you will always find pleasure at the end. Do you see ?"

"Yes Mr. White."

"number 1, when in privet you will call in me ‘ Master'you will only use ‘ Mr. T. H. White'when we are in a pro background with former people nearby, in a non-professional public mount you will use such name calling as ‘ My love'‘ My darling'‘ My sweet'as to generate the notion to the casual attender that we are lovers, rather than slave and sea captain. Should our relationship get out it would be better for my career that I had an amour, rather than having a slave."

"Yes, master."

"goodness. Now get on your knees 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 head was a tantalizing few inch from my pant covered turncock but I knew that I had to hold back.

"You shall test yourself to me over the next week, you will come to work an hour early, you will be wearing a skirt and blouse and panties, however you will not be wearing a bra of any kind. You will come to my door and pick apart asking if you are allowed inside. Once allowed inside you will quietly come to where you are now, next to my desk. You will then ask permission to preform your duty, if I decide to allow you to preform them that day you will begin to remove your wearing apparel, 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 hussy was hidden away inside this easygoing woman.

"Dressed only in your panty, you will go over to my couch where you will…pleasure yourself."I spoke with a sly winking."The act must be done through your panty so that you get them as wet as possible in the process. Do you infer so far ?"

Lips still trebling but with an unmistakable look of lust in her eyes and the sweet aroma of a woman's wetness in the air so said"Yes maestro, I understand."

"trade good, once you are prepare to gain 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 sea captain"

I smiled at this a la mode use of my new title"Once I have allowed you to cum and you have finished, you will come in back to where you are now beside my desk and you will unfasten my pants. Once exposed you will remove your cum soaked pantie and wrap them around my turncock, and do up my pants again."I was skittish by now, but the Rubicon had been crossed and there was no stage in stopping now."You will stand, apparel, and ask permission to leave. Understood ?"

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

"For now, no. hold open in creative thinker that any misunderstanding will be punished at the end of the week, if I decided to allow you to be my slave."

"Should I displease my sea captain, I deserve whatever punishment you deem appropriate, sir."The look on her grimace was of unabashed luxuria now.

"support that in mind, and may you never forget it. Now, return to do work please."

"Yes master"came her indulgent reply as she stood and walked to the threshold, her nerve red with desire.

things had taken a astute spell in to the strange for indisputable, but I was n't going to twist it down. This did however bequeath me in a very bad United States Department of State ; my bloomers had not been so tight in a very long time. I still have another 20 instant before the work time of day started…

Pushing myself away from my desk I quickly opened my pants and fished out my now hard hammer, a inviolable 7"of gruelling as blade pecker. I'm no pornography genius, but it pleased the women I'd been with. It felt good to stroke it, thinking of that lovely lady on the other side of the door who begged me to allow her to be my slut. The sensation of my hand running along my beam of light felt gracious, pumping quicker knowing that I was short on time, her brim wrapped around my cock and her whimpers asking me to go on, to go harder, all of this filled my mind as I brought myself closer to the polish line. Finally with the imagination of her on her knees with her look looking up at me asking permission to adopt my cum on her boldness, I released. Four heavily jets of come flowed out of my hard cock.

The afterglow of coming was short 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 peter in my pants.

I leaned back in my chair, full phase of the moon of hope as to what would issue forth tomorrow .