My name is Gabriel Edward Douglas White Jr., my tale is one that needs to be told and if you will reach me your care you shall know it.

It was only my third job out of college, it was unsubdivided to the power point of boring really. I oversaw a twelve programmers to insure that they stayed on caterpillar track with their project and that we met our deadlines. I myself was not a coder, but I understood enough to get laid the difference between Java coding and Angry Birds. adept pay, health, and the opportunity to do a piddling traveling for the odd out of res publica encounter made it a good job.

What made it an astonish job was my secretary, Karla. Jet Joseph Black hair that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the small of her back, deep blue centre that cut though you, legs that never ended, pale Theodore Harold White skin that made cream look shadow, all topped off with the two subdued 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 jock, never a body builder, just a tranquil geek that grew up to be a quiet director of hoi polloi that were nerdyer than I was. Still, even without having been All American QB for my high schoolhouse, I was n't bad off. solidness six ft one inch with dark brown fuzz cut unforesightful, at 205 lbs I was a petty heavy but kept most of the fat off with a long jog in the sunrise. I'm told that the best persona of looking at me is my lumber laborer face, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from endocarp and a broad face fungus that I kept trimmed poor. nigh of this thanks to solid Irish family descent on my female parent's side and a full blooded old humans Mexican business line on my don'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 leaning. Our human relationship was professional, nothing more - nothing less. That, however, would change soon after one of my head trip out of state.

I was only gone for a few twenty-four hour period, but it felt like yr. The job back home might have been astound, but on the road sitting in get together after meeting with nothing to do but to sit there and dissemble to listen for 7 minute a day was as close to hell as a mortal can arrive without knocking on the black gate. So I did was any convention, mid 20s, male person that was bored out of his creative thinker would do in a benighted room and a laptop 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 woman cum just from ordering her to do whatever it is I want. The power is…amazing. But I had never gotten to ingest my own sub, one that was truly and fully committed to me. So I made do with reading stories about it, maintaining a few web relationships, and a mildly unhealthful amount of porn.

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

"Mr. White, do you have a moment ?"Karla asked in that maple honeyed voice of hers.
"Karla, you're here early. I have many moments, what's on your mind ?"I replied.
"fountainhead sir, I believe our compositor's case got desegregate up cobbler's last nighttime 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 door there it should be in its typesetter's case if you want to switch 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 site I did n't know was on the screen. It was a sexual meeting place sir, one for S & D I think it's called."

I could feel the stock leaving my face as she said it, ones employee ending up with your laptop computer is bad, but having been so stupid as to go out 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 fall back ? 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 worse off at that point, she was crimson from overplus and I was about to faint from not having drawn breath.

"Teach…you."I whispered slowly."Teach you…what, exactly ?"
"Sir, I would care you to teach me how to be a submissive 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 flavour. I feel it all the time early than when I am working, I enjoy - truly enjoy- working for another person, you most of all. I've never known why but taking bank note, getting coffee, setting up meetings, managing our files, being the person that my boss counts on to throw everything work so that they can do their job…I love it sir."

By now she sounded more like a motorcar gun firing then a woman talking, dustup came out of her faster than she could think them it seemed.

"But with working so often I have had very niggling time for men and…I experience 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 teach me."

I was stunned to say the least, but having been a penis of a regular monthly card secret plan for the cobbler's last few years I had one Scheol of a poker game face.

"Ms. Karla…we piece of work together. I can recount from what you said and how your body is reacting now that you mean every intelligence you said…right now. But what if in a 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 meant for you. wellspring then…I will have lost the best damn supporter I have ever seen and very well may turn a loss my job if you should report our…activities. It simply can not be."I told her in as frigidness and unthinking manner as I could. Not to be mean, but to exhibit her how of import this was to me.

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

well here I was, a stunningly sexy adult female 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 question me. Ever. It will be painful, it will be embarrassing, it will degrade you as a human being, but it will never truly harm you and you will always find pleasure at the end. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mr. White."

"number one, when in privet you will telephone me ‘ schoolmaster'you will only use ‘ Mr. White'when we are in a master stage setting with former multitude nearby, in a non-professional public setting you will use such name calling as ‘ My dear'‘ My darling'‘ My sweet'as to give the printing to the chance listener that we are lovers, rather than slave and master. Should our relationship get out it would be ameliorate for my career that I had an affair, rather than having a slave."

"Yes, master."

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

She quietly smoothed her annulus and lowered herself on to her genu, her read/write head was a tantalizing few inches from my knickers covered turncock but I knew that I had to hold off.

"You shall test yourself to me over the next week, you will descend to process an time of day early, you will be wearing a doll and blouse and step-in, however you will not be wearing a bra of any kind. You will fare to my room access 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 obligation, if I decide to allow you to preform them that day you will set about 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 slut was hidden away inside this piano woman.

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

Lips still trebling but with an unmistakable facial expression of lust in her eyes and the honeyed smell of a cleaning lady's wetness in the air so said"Yes schoolmaster, I understand."

"Good, once you are ready 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 passkey"

I smiled at this previous use of my new claim"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 pant. Once spread you will slay your cum soaked pantie and wrap them around my shaft, and do up my pants again."I was unquiet by now, but the Rubicon had been crossed and there was no pointedness in stopping now."You will bear, 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 thinker that any error will be punished at the end of the week, if I decided to allow you to be my slave."

"Should I displease my master, I deserve whatever penalisation you deem appropriate, sir."The look on her face was of unembarrassed lust now.

"keep that in brain, and may you never blank out it. Now, coming back to work please."

"Yes master key"came her soft reply as she stood and walked to the door, her face red with desire.

Things had taken a abrupt tour in to the strange for sure, but I was n't going to flex it down. This did however go away me in a very bad state ; my pants had not been so stringent in a very long sentence. I still have another 20 minute of arc before the work hour started…

Pushing myself away from my desk I quickly opened my pants and fished out my now concentrated cock, a solid 7"of hard as steel tool. I'm no porn star, but it pleased the women I'd been with. It felt soundly to stroke it, thinking of that endearing lady on the early slope of the door who begged me to allow her to be my slovenly woman. The sensation of my handwriting running along my shaft felt nice, pumping quicker knowing that I was curtly on time, her backtalk wrapped around my cock and her whine asking me to go on, to go harder, all of this filled my intellect as I brought myself closer to the polish line. Finally with the visual modality of her on her knees with her brass looking up at me asking permission to claim my cum on her face, I released. Four hard jet plane 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 gasp.

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