My figure is Gabriel White, my taradiddle is one that needs to be told and if you will cave in me your attention you shall know it.

It was only my third job out of college, it was mere to the point of boring really. I oversaw a 12 programmer to insure that they stayed on track with their projects and that we met our deadlines. I myself was not a programmer, but I understood enough to jazz the difference between Java coding and angry hoot. sound pay, wellness, and the chance to do a little travel for the odd out of state meeting made it a expert job.

What made it an awesome job was my escritoire, Karla. Jet ignominious hair that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the small of her backbone, oceanic abyss blue eyes that cut though you, legs that never ended, sick albumen pelt that made cream look dark, all topped off with the two softest C cup breasts a man could desire for. In curtly, she was way out of my conference. 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 jock, never a physical structure builder, just a quiet flake that grew up to be a hush handler 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. Solid six pes one inch with glowering brown hairsbreadth cut dead, at 205 lbs I was a slight heavy but kept nearly of the fat off with a prospicient jog in the aurora. I'm told that the easily part of looking at me is my log jack aspect, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from Isidor Feinstein Stone and a full beard that I kept trimmed short. well-nigh of this thanks to solid Irish Gaelic family line on my mother's side and a full blooded old cosmos Mexican pedigree on my father's.

Knowing that Karla was so far out of my scope, and the fact that she worked for me, kept her firmly on my no joy tilt. Our kinship was professional, zero more - null less. That, however, would change 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 have been amazing, but on the road sitting in confluence after meeting with nothing to do but to sit there and pretend to listen for 7 hours a day was as close to hell as a mortal can get along without knocking on the grim gate. So I did was any normal, mid 20s, male that was bored out of his head would do in a dark way and a laptop computer that could get away with murder with anyone noticing…I looked at porn.

I enjoy being a Dom, a shrink would order 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 great power is…amazing. But I had never gotten to have my own sub, one that was truly and fully committed to me. So I made do with reading chronicle about it, maintaining a few web human relationship, and a mildly unhealthy measure of porn.

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

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

"Oh, sorry about that. I haven't used mine since leaving last night, if you check behind the threshold there it should be in its compositor's 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 web site I did n't have sex was on the screen. It was a sexual forum sir, one for S & D I think it's called."

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

"I see…well, yes. I enjoy reading such things. Is that a trouble ?"What else did I have to recede ? No percentage point 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 speculative off at that head, she was deep red from superfluity 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 teach me how to be a submissive fornicatress for you. I fear that in my 24 years of keep that I haven't truly…LIVED. I feel unfulfilled and alone and I hate this tactual sensation. I feel it all the time early than when I am working, I enjoy - truly enjoy- working for another mortal, you most of all. I've never known why but taking notes, getting coffee, setting up get together, managing our single file, being the person that my gaffer counts on to make everything work so that they can do their job…I love it sir."

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

"But with working so much I have had very picayune time for men and…I sense 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 world-class paragraph sir. And so I thought that maybe…you could teach me."

I was stunned to say the least, but having been a fellow member of a habitue monthly card game for the live few age I had one hell of a stove poker face.

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

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

well here I was, a stunningly sexy cleaning woman begging me to teach her how to be a submissive 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 oppugn me. Ever. It will be dreadful, it will be embarrassing, it will take down you as a human being being, but it will never truly trauma you and you will always find delight at the end. Do you realize ?"

"Yes Mr. White."

"get-go, when in privet you will call me ‘ professional'you will only use ‘ Mr. Elwyn Brooks White'when we are in a professional setting with early multitude nearby, in a non-professional public stage setting you will use such names as ‘ My love'‘ My darling'‘ My sweet'as to give the opinion to the casual listener that we are lovers, rather than buckle down and master. Should our family relationship get out it would be wagerer for my calling that I had an thing, rather than having a slave."

"Yes, master."

"good. Now get on your stifle and I will say 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 inches from my pants covered cock but I knew that I had to waitress.

"You shall prove yourself to me over the next calendar week, you will hail 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 hail to my door and knock 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 provide you to preform them that day you will begin to withdraw your dress, 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 slut was hidden away inside this soft woman.

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

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

"Good, once you are quick to reach your peep you will ask for permit 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 modish use of my new form of address"Once I have allowed you to cum and you have finished, you will amount back to where you are now beside my desk and you will unfasten my pant. Once open you will dispatch your cum soaked panties and wrap them around my cock, and do up my pants again."I was uneasy by now, but the Rubicon had been crossed and there was no point in stopping now."You will stand, wearing apparel, 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 mistakes will be punished at the end of the week, if I decided to allow you to be my slave."

"Should I displease my captain, I deserve whatever punishment you deem capture, sir."The look on her cheek was of unembarrassed lust now.

"Keep that in mind, and may you never blank out it. Now, issue to sour please."

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

Things had taken a sharp turn in to the strange for sure, but I was n't going to wrench it down. This did however leave me in a very bad state ; my trouser had not been so tight in a very farseeing fourth dimension. I still have another 20 minutes before the work hours started…

Pushing myself away from my desk I quickly opened my trouser and fished out my now hard putz, a strong 7"of heavy as blade dick. I'm no smut star, 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 doorway who begged me to allow her to be my trollop. The adept of my mitt running along my shaft felt nice, pumping quicker knowing that I was curt on sentence, her lip wrapped around my hammer and her whine asking me to go on, to go harder, all of this filled my mind as I brought myself closer to the finish line. Finally with the vision of her on her knee with her brass looking up at me asking permit to take my cum on her face, I released. Four hard reverse lightning of come flowed out of my hard cock.

The afterglow of coming was abruptly 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 cock in my pants.

I leaned back in my chairman, full of Bob Hope as to what would fare tomorrow .