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

It was only my third base job out of college, it was simple to the distributor point of boring really. I oversaw a dozen programmers 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 know the difference between Java coding and furious razz. Good pay, wellness, and the chance to do a petty travel for the odd out of state meeting made it a beneficial job.

What made it an amazing job was my secretary, Karla. Jet black haircloth that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the small of her rear, deep blueish eye that cut though you, legs that never ended, pale white tegument that made pick look dark, all topped off with the two softest C cup breasts a man could go for for. In shortstop, she was way out of my conference. She was a 9.9 and I was a flaccid 7.

It was n't that I was ugly mind you, just woodworking plane. I was never a jockstrap, never a body builder, just a quiet geek that grew up to be a placidity coach of hoi polloi that were nerdyer than I was. Still, even without having been All American QB for my high school, I was n't bad off. self-colored six groundwork one column inch with morose brown hair cut forgetful, at 205 lbs I was a little weighty but kept most of the fat off with a long jog in the sunup. I'm told that the best part of looking at me is my lumber jackstones face, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from Stone and a broad face fungus that I kept trimmed short. nigh of this thanks to solid Irish family line on my mother's face and a replete blooded old humanity Mexican job on my Padre's.

Knowing that Karla was so far out of my orbit, and the fact that she worked for me, kept her firmly on my no joy list. Our human relationship was professional person, nothing more - nothing less. That, however, would deepen soon after one of my slip out of state.

I was only gone for a few twenty-four hours, but it felt like eld. The job back base might cause been stupefy, but on the route sitting in get together after meeting with nothing to do but to sit there and pretend to listen for 7 hr a day was as nigh to hell as a soul can come without knocking on the black logic gate. So I did was any normal, mid 20s, male that was bored out of his mind would do in a saturnine way and a laptop computer that could get away with slaying with anyone noticing…I looked at erotica.

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

The mean solar day moved on, the meetings ended and I got to return home to my normal work day. It wasn't until a week after I had gotten back from my trip that thing changed forever. Like normal I had come in early, about an hour before anyone else got there - including Karla. So it was a surprise when Karla was at my role door, knocking.

"Mr. Andrew D. White, do you have a moment ?"Karla asked in that maple perfumed voice of hers.
"Karla, you're here early. I have many import, what's on your mind ?"I replied.
"Well sir, I believe our cases got mixed up last Nox when we left. I ended up with your laptop and I think you have mine."Karla murmured.

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

Karla rapidly replied"No sir, that is not what I wanted to talk 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 website I did n't know was on the screen. It was a intimate assembly sir, one for S & D I think it's called."

I could feel the blood leaving my fount as she said it, ace employee ending up with your laptop is bad, but having been so stupid as to leave 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 item in dodging around it, maybe if I came right out and said it she would forget 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 point, she was deep red from embarrassment and I was about to swoon from not having drawn breath.

"Teach…you."I whispered slowly."Teach you…what, exactly ?"
"Sir, I would like you to teach me how to be a subservient slut for you. I fear that in my 24 years of living that I haven't truly…LIVED. I feel unfulfilled and alone and I hate this feeling. I feel it all the time other than when I am working, I enjoy - truly enjoy- working for another someone, you most of all. I've never known why but taking annotation, getting coffee, setting up meeting, managing our file cabinet, being the mortal that my boss counts on to make everything work so that they can do their job…I love it sir."

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

"But with working so much I have had very little prison term 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 beginning paragraph sir. And so I thought that maybe…you could teach me."

I was stunned to say the least, but having been a member of a fixture monthly carte du jour game for the stopping point few years I had one perdition of a poker face.

"Ms. Karla…we work together. I can severalise from what you said and how your consistence is reacting now that you mean every parole you said…right now. But what if in a calendar month you come to encounter that you don't like it as much as you thought you would, or that it is n't really mean for you. Well then…I will feature lost the best damn helper I have ever seen and very well may fall behind my job if you should describe our…activities. It simply can not be."I told her in as cold and detached fashion as I could. Not to be mean, but to render her how important this was to me.

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

well here I was, a stunningly sexy woman begging me to instruct 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 demean you as a human being, but it will never truly harm you and you will always notice pleasure at the end. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mr. White."

"kickoff, when in privet you will call me ‘ Master'you will only use ‘ Mr. whiteness'when we are in a professional setting with other people nearby, in a non-professional populace setting you will use such public figure as ‘ My dear'‘ My darling'‘ My sugariness'as to kick in the impression to the casual listener that we are lovers, rather than buckle down and skipper. Should our family relationship get out it would be better for my career that I had an amour, rather than having a slave."

"Yes, master."

"Good. Now get on your knee joint and I will tell you how you shall shew yourself to me."

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

"You shall try out yourself to me over the succeeding calendar week, you will come to work an time of day early, you will be wearing a skirt and blouse and scanty, however you will not be wearing a bra of any sort. You will add up to my door and knock asking if you are allowed inside. Once allowed inside you will quietly come to where you are now, side by side to my desk. You will then ask permit to preform your duties, if I decide to countenance you to preform them that day you will begin to remove your clothes, fold them and stack them neatly on my desk."

By this clip 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 slattern was hidden away inside this soft woman.

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

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

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

"Yes master"

I smiled at this recent use of my new title"Once I have allowed you to cum and you have finished, you will come back to where you are now beside my desk and you will unfasten my pants. Once open you will murder your cum soaked panty and wind them around my pecker, and do up my gasp again."I was anxious by now, but the Rubicon had been crossed and there was no percentage point in stopping now."You will stand, dress, and ask permission to leave. Understood ?"

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

"For now, no. Keep in mind that any fault will be punished at the end of the week, if I decided to leave you to be my slave."

"Should I displease my master key, I deserve whatever punishment you deem appropriate, sir."The aspect on her face was of unabashed lustfulness now.

"Keep that in mind, and may you never draw a blank it. Now, return to ferment please."

"Yes master"came her soft answer as she stood and walked to the threshold, her face red with desire.

Things had taken a sharp routine in to the strange for sure, but I was n't going to change by reversal it down. This did however leave me in a very bad State ; my pants had not been so pixilated in a very recollective time. I still have another 20 minutes before the work hours started…

Pushing myself away from my desk I quickly opened my drawers and fished out my now surd turncock, a hard 7"of heavy as sword hawkshaw. I'm no porn whiz, but it pleased the women I'd been with. It felt safe to stroke it, thinking of that lovely lady on the early side of the door who begged me to allow her to be my loose woman. The sensation of my mitt running along my slam felt nice, pumping quicker knowing that I was inadequate on time, her lips wrapped around my cock and her whimpers asking me to go on, to go harder, all of this filled my brain as I brought myself closer to the finale line. Finally with the vision of her on her knee with her brass looking up at me asking permission to take my cum on her face, I released. Four hard cat valium of come flowed out of my arduous cock.

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

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