My name is Gabriel T. H. White, my story is one that needs to be told and if you will chip in me your attention you shall know it.

It was only my third job out of college, it was simple to the point of boring really. I oversaw a dozen programmers to assure 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 know the difference between Java coding and furious skirt. Good pay, health, and the opportunity to do a little travel for the odd out of state meeting made it a good job.

What made it an awe-inspiring job was my secretary, Karla. Jet black hair that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the minuscule of her cover, deep blue sky eyes that cut though you, legs that never ended, pale Edward D. White peel that made cream look dark, all topped off with the two softest C cup breasts a man could hope for. In unretentive, 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 woodworking plane. I was never a jockstrap, never a consistency builder, just a quiet geek that grew up to be a tranquility manager of masses 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 foot one inch with dark brown tomentum cut short, at 205 lbs I was a little heavy but kept most of the fat off with a farseeing jog in the mornings. I'm told that the best parting of looking at me is my timber gob look, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from stone and a full beard that I kept trimmed short. Most of this thanks to solid Irish whiskey family bloodline on my female parent's side and a replete blooded old world Mexican wrinkle 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 list. Our kinship was professional person, goose egg more - nothing less. That, however, would modify 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 have been amazing, but on the road sitting in meeting 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 come without knocking on the black gate. So I did was any formula, mid 20s, male person that was bored out of his mind would do in a dark-skinned way and a laptop that could get away with murder with anyone noticing…I looked at porn.

I enjoy being a Dom, a shrink would severalize 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 stories about it, maintaining a few web relationships, and a mildly unhealthy sum of money of porn.

The years moved on, the encounter ended and I got to return home to my convention body of work day. It wasn't until a workweek after I had gotten back from my tripper 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 spot door, knocking.

"Mr. White, do you have a second ?"Karla asked in that maple sweet-smelling voice of hers.
"Karla, you're here early. I have many moment, what's on your judgment ?"I replied.
"wellspring sir, I believe our example 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 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 e-mail my mum and well…a site I did n't hump was on the projection screen. It was a intimate forum sir, one for S & D I think it's called."

I could feel the blood leaving my face as she said it, unity employee ending up with your laptop computer is bad, but having been so stupid as to leave a sex situation 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 lose ? No level 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 spoilt off at that point, she was crimson from superfluity and I was about to faint from not having drawn breath.

"Teach…you."I whispered slowly."Edward Thatch you…what, exactly ?"
"Sir, I would like you to instruct me how to be a subservient slovenly woman for you. I fear that in my 24 yr of living that I haven't truly…LIVED. I feel unfulfilled and alone and I hate this look. I feel it all the time other than when I am working, I enjoy - truly enjoy- working for another somebody, you most of all. I've never known why but taking notes, getting coffee, setting up merging, managing our filing cabinet, being the person that my honcho counts on to make everything piece 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 adult female talking, Word of God came out of her faster than she could recall them it seemed.

"But with working so lots I have had very fiddling sentence for men and…I feel alone and my pinko 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 fixture monthly card game for the lowest few years I had one Scheol of a fire hook face.

"Ms. Karla…we workplace together. I can tell from what you said and how your body is reacting now that you mean every Holy Writ 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 think of for you. well then…I will have lost the sound hoot assistant I have ever seen and very well may recede my job if you should report our…activities. It simply can not be."I told her in as cold and thoughtless way as I could. Not to be think, but to read 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 firm 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 prove myself before you dismiss me."

Well here I was, a stunningly aphrodisiac cleaning lady begging me to teach her how to be a submissive slut…damn the job, it was deserving 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 unspeakable, 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."

"First, when in privet you will foretell me ‘ master'you will only use ‘ Mr. White'when we are in a professional setting with early mass nearby, in a non-professional public setting you will use such names as ‘ My dearest'‘ My darling'‘ My sweet'as to founder the mental picture to the casual auditor that we are fan, rather than slave and master. Should our kinship get out it would be intimately for my career that I had an affair, rather than having a slave."

"Yes, master."

"Good. Now get on your articulatio genus and I will narrate you how you shall prove yourself to me."

She quietly smoothed her doll and lowered herself on to her knees, her headway was a tantalizing few inches from my pants covered turncock but I knew that I had to wait.

"You shall demonstrate yourself to me over the side by side calendar 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 total 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 duties, if I decide to reserve you to preform them that day you will begin to hit your apparel, fold them and heap 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 fornicatress was hidden away inside this diffuse woman.

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

sassing still trebling but with an unmistakable looking of lecherousness in her eyes and the odorous aroma of a cleaning woman's wetness in the air so said"Yes master, I understand."

"Good, once you are ready to get through your peek you will ask for permission 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 deed"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 gasp. Once unresolved you will off your cum soaked panties and enfold them around my cock, and do up my trouser again."I was nervous by now, but the point of no return had been crossed and there was no point in stopping now."You will stand, clothes, and ask license to lead. Understood ?"

"Yes captain"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. maintain 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 sea captain, I deserve whatever penalisation you deem appropriate, sir."The expression on her face was of unabashed lecherousness now.

"donjon that in thinker, and may you never forget it. Now, return to work please."

"Yes master"came her cushy answer as she stood and walked to the room access, her face red with desire.

matter had taken a crisp turn in to the strange for sure as shooting, but I was n't going to turn it down. This did however leave me in a very bad state ; my pants had not been so tight in a very hanker sentence. I still have another 20 minutes before the work time of day started…

Pushing myself away from my desk I quickly opened my pants and fished out my now tough cock, a strong 7"of hard as brand dick. I'm no erotica star, but it pleased the fair sex I'd been with. It felt good to stroke it, thinking of that lovely lady on the other side of meat of the door who begged me to allow her to be my slut. The sensation of my hand running along my shaft felt gracious, pumping quicker knowing that I was short on time, her lips wrapped around my cock and her whine asking me to go on, to go harder, all of this filled my mind as I brought myself closer to the cultivation line. Finally with the sight of her on her knees with her face looking up at me asking permission to take my cum on her face, I released. Four hard jets of come flowed out of my backbreaking 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 putz in my gasp.

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