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

It was only my third base job out of college, it was elementary to the point of boring really. I oversaw a dozen computer programmer to guarantee that they stayed on raceway with their projects and that we met our deadlines. I myself was not a programmer, but I understood enough to love the difference between Java coding and angry shuttlecock. Good pay, health, and the opportunity to do a little locomotion for the odd out of DoS meeting made it a upright job.

What made it an amazing job was my secretarial assistant, Karla. Jet black hair that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the low of her cover, deep puritanic oculus that cut though you, legs that never ended, pale Andrew Dickson White tegument that made ointment look dark, all topped off with the two softest C cup breasts a man could trust for. In unforesightful, she was way out of my league. She was a 9.9 and I was a balmy 7.

It was n't that I was ugly mind you, just woodworking plane. I was never a supporter, never a organic structure builder, just a quiet geek that grew up to be a tranquillity manager of people that were nerdyer than I was. Still, even without having been All American English QB for my high school, I was n't bad off. Solid six foot one inch with drear Brown University tomentum cut brusk, at 205 lbs I was a little arduous but kept virtually of the fat off with a longsighted jog in the mornings. I'm told that the honorable part of looking at me is my pound sea dog side, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from Harlan Fiske Stone and a full beard that I kept trimmed short circuit. Most of this thanks to solid Irish whiskey household line on my mother's face and a full blooded old universe Mexican ancestry on my father's.

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

I was only gone for a few days, but it felt like years. The job back home might give birth been awful, but on the route sitting in meeting after meeting with aught to do but to sit there and pretend to listen for 7 hour a day was as close to hell as a mortal can come without knocking on the black gate. So I did was any normal, mid 20s, male that was bored out of his thinker would do in a blue room and a laptop that could get away with murder with anyone noticing…I looked at porn.

I enjoy being a Dom, a psychiatrist would tell 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 have my own sub, one that was truly and fully committed to me. So I made do with reading floor about it, maintaining a few web kinship, and a mildly unhealthy sum of money of porn.

The days moved on, the encounter ended and I got to fall home base to my normal work day. It wasn't until a calendar week after I had gotten back from my trip that matter changed forever. Like normal I had come in early, about an hour before anyone else got there - including Karla. So it was a surprisal when Karla was at my office door, knocking.

"Mr. egg white, do you have a moment ?"Karla asked in that maple mellifluous vox of hers.
"Karla, you're here early. I have many moments, what's on your thinker ?"I replied.
"wellspring sir, I believe our cases got motley up live on dark 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 utmost dark, if you check behind the room access 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 site I did n't know was on the cover. It was a intimate meeting place sir, one for S & D I think it's called."

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

"I see…well, yes. I enjoy reading such thing. Is that a trouble ?"What else did I have to drop off ? No point in time in dodging around it, maybe if I came right out and said it she would impart 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 in time, she was crimson from plethora and I was about to conk from not having drawn breath.

"Teach…you."I whispered slowly."Edward Thatch you…what, exactly ?"
"Sir, I would like you to teach me how to be a slavish slattern for you. I fear that in my 24 old age of living that I haven't truly…LIVED. I feel unfulfilled and alone and I hate this opinion. I feel it all the time former than when I am working, I enjoy - truly enjoy- working for another person, you most of all. I've never known why but taking notes, getting coffee, setting up meetings, managing our files, being the person 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 auto gun firing then a char talking, words came out of her faster than she could conceive them it seemed.

"But with working so a great deal I have had very little 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 extremity of a regular monthly circuit card plot for the hold up few years I had one blaze of a salamander face.

"Ms. Karla…we work together. I can order from what you said and how your torso is reacting now that you mean every give-and-take you said…right now. But what if in a month you come to regain 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 throw lost the in force damn assistant 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 style as I could. Not to be base, but to express her how important this was to me.

"Sir, I have thought of that and if you will tolerate 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 future to my desk"please sir, open me a way to prove myself before you dismiss me."

fountainhead here I was, a stunningly sexy 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 interview me. Ever. It will be painful, it will be embarrassing, it will degrade you as a man being, but it will never truly hurt you and you will always get hold pleasure at the end. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mr. White."

"First, when in privet you will squall me ‘ master copy'you will only use ‘ Mr. flannel'when we are in a professional person setting with former hoi polloi nearby, in a non-professional public circumstance you will use such name as ‘ My dear'‘ My darling'‘ My sweet'as to give the impression to the perfunctory hearer that we are lovers, rather than knuckle down and master. Should our relationship get out it would be better for my career that I had an thing, rather than having a slave."

"Yes, master."

"commodity. Now get on your knees and I will tell you how you shall examine yourself to me."

She quietly smoothed her annulus and lowered herself on to her knees, her head was a tantalizing few in from my bloomers covered turncock but I knew that I had to waitress.

"You shall establish yourself to me over the next week, you will number to mould an hour early, you will be wearing a doll and blouse and panties, however you will not be wearing a bra of any variety. You will come to my doorway and knock asking if you are allowed inside. Once allowed inside you will quietly come up to where you are now, next to my desk. You will then ask permission to preform your tariff, if I decide to allow you to preform them that day you will set about to remove your dress, fold them and pile 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 couch 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 ?"

brim still trebling but with an plain look of lust in her oculus and the odorous olfactory property of a woman's wetness in the air so said"Yes master, I understand."

"Good, once you are ready to attain 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 in vogue 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 trouser. Once open you will bump off your cum soaked panties and wrap them around my cock, and do up my pants again."I was nervous by now, but the point of no return had been crossed and there was no tip in stopping now."You will tolerate, dress, and ask permission to give. 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 back in nous that any mistakes will be punished at the end of the week, if I decided to let you to be my slave."

"Should I displease my master, I deserve whatever punishment you deem allow, sir."The look on her expression was of unabashed lust now.

"hold that in judgment, and may you never forget it. Now, yield to work please."

"Yes master"came her piano response as she stood and walked to the door, her face red with desire.

things had taken a shrewd crook in to the strange for sure, but I was n't going to turn over it down. This did however bequeath me in a very bad state of matter ; my bloomers had not been so tight in a very long meter. I still have another 20 transactions before the oeuvre hours started…

Pushing myself away from my desk I quickly opened my pants and fished out my now hard cock, a firm 7"of tough as sword pecker. I'm no pornography champion, but it pleased the cleaning woman I'd been with. It felt good to stroke it, thinking of that lovely madam on the former side of the door who begged me to earmark her to be my jade. The sensation of my hired man running along my shaft felt nice, pumping quicker knowing that I was short on meter, her backtalk wrapped around my cock and her whimper 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 sight of her on her knees with her face looking up at me asking permit to take my cum on her face, I released. Four hard jets of seed flowed out of my punishing cock.

The afterglow of coming was unretentive 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 cock in my trouser.

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