032. Sweet Surrender in the Corner Office

I had met Don at a friend's wedding. There was something different about him. Yes, he was drop-dead sexy, but there was a look about him. A look of professionalism, and I could not take my eyes off him. We talked some off and on throughout the evening, but it was not until the end of the night that he asked me to join him for coffee at the restaurant across the street. With excitement brewing deep inside, I agreed. I was on a mission to learn more about the hold he had on me, just from a glance.

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"So, tell me about yourself." I sat attentive awaiting his response.

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"I came to this wedding in search of a sub, or a slave if lucky enough." His reply caused me to choke on my drink.

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"A sub?" I was not going to get into the slave discussion, but I did wonder what he meant when he said sub.

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"Yes, I am in search of a lifetime partner, and this partner must live and enjoy the lifestyle."

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Here I am thinking, "Ooh, he is actually a handsome man who wishes to be married," boy was I wrong. By the end of our conversation over coffee, he had me so intrigued, so wet; I had to know more.

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"If you are interested and not busy tomorrow, stop by my office and I can show you more."

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He seemed interested in me and increased my interest in him. After he walked me back to my car, he leaned in for a kiss and slid his address into my palm. His kiss… Hot Damn! The passion and the power had me weak in the knees.

 

Thankfully, his leg positioning and arms about my waist held me in place.

On Saturday I was a bundle of nerves most of the day. Concerns about what to wear, what to expect, and sorting my feelings made it difficult to function. I had chosen a black skirt, short enough to show some leg, but nothing more. A white, short-sleeve sweater that buttoned down the front covered my erect nipples. It had been so warm lately that I opted to forgo my stockings but wore my favorite sandals, the heel high enough to show off my legs. I arrived at his office with some time to spare, and the receptionist assured me Mr. Carson would be with me shortly.

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Ten minutes later I heard the receptionist call my name, and then she directed me to his office. I knocked, and a voice, deep and so sexy, directed me to enter. "So, you wish to learn about submission?"

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"Yes," I responded quietly, nervous.

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"What? I can't hear you." His voice bellowed. "You must be confident and speak louder."

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"YES!" I mustered up the courage to speak louder.

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"Remove your sweater, now."

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I looked at him, confused. I had not expected to undress in front of him, well, not this early. I stood, frozen. My fingers clenched at the buttons on my blouse. He righted himself, pushed his chair away from his desk, and walked over to me. His eyes captured mine, and he drank in my nervousness. He circled me and then stopped behind me. I did not turn around but could feel his eyes all over my body. I jumped and emitted a slight scream when a hand landed somewhat forcefully against my ass. "I said, remove your sweater, now! When I give an order, I expect you to obey. Is that understood?"

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I should have been scared, but quite the opposite had occurred. His tone, strong, forceful, and demanding, made me so wet. Shaking, I unbuttoned my sweater, letting it fall open to reveal my arousal.

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"Mmm, nice, good girl. You are learning. Now, let's see how well you follow directions this time. I want to see your sexy stride. Walk over to my desk and present yourself for me."

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I walked, my hips swayed, but I was uncertain what he meant about presenting myself for him, so I simply turned to face him and then leaned back against the edge of his desk.

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"Get off my desk! I never gave you permission to touch my desk. What were you thinking? I see a punishment is in order this time." He came toward me, eyes filled with fury, his stance rigid as he revealed a black leather paddle from behind his back. "Bend over. You have been a bad girl. I cannot have bad girls in my office.

I followed directions on the first command, removing my panties, pulling up my skirt, and told Don that I was ready. "Excuse me? Have I given you permission to speak? I do not recall doing that, and oh, one more thing…it does not mean a thing to me that you are ready. You will wait for me until I am ready."

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Before he had finished speaking, I felt another crack against my ass; this time, the contact stung. I would not say it hurt, but I definitely felt it. A bad feeling? Hell no! I was becoming more aroused than I had ever been.

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After a few more smacks against my bare flesh, Don turned me to face him. He caressed my cheek and whispered, "A sub's duty is to please her Master, to give herself fully to his every need. Are you sure you wish to learn more?"

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When he had finished speaking, he grabbed a nipple, pinching and pulling it with his finger and thumb. I felt my knees buckle from the sharp pain but also noticed his arousal. I was turning him on, or the act was turning him on. Either way, this feeling only intensified my current arousal.

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"You haven't answered my question. Are you changing your mind? Are you unsure about your choice?"

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"Um…you haven't given me permission to speak, Sir. I was awaiting permission. "I lowered my head, my hands at my sides.

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"My, my…you are a quick learner. I believe you will make an excellent sub. Quite possibly, with more training, my best sub. But first, before we continue…you must tell me you are ready and willing to learn more."

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With my head bowed, I gave my answer. "Yes, Sir. I am ready and willing to learn more." I really had no idea what I was getting myself into here, but I did know that his power over me had made me so hot, so aroused. I could feel my wetness trail down my inner thigh.

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Pleased with my progress and willingness to have him guide me, Master Don showed his gratitude. He removed his hand from my face and placed it at the nape of my neck. He pushed my head toward his desk. My arms remained at my sides because I had yet to be given permission to touch his desk. It had taken every ounce of energy and concentration to keep my balance as he positioned me to his liking. He spread my feet apart with his foot.

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There I was, bent over his desk, thighs spread as far apart as he could get them, and then I felt the cold of the leather cuffs as he pulled my hands behind my back, securing my wrists together. I then felt the pinch on my nipples, not just one, but both. I knew his fingers didn't cause this pain like before because I could feel his hands securing something over my eyes as the sharp sting continued, and then the room became dark. This act made it quite difficult to keep my balance, but I did manage, somehow. I tried to occupy my mind with thoughts of how erotic this was, as well as how aroused Don was before I agreed to be his student, his sub. I could only imagine how hard he would be now.

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"Let's see if you are ready to serve your Master yet."

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Damn, his voice sends chills up my spine. I feel his suit coat brush against my back as he leans over me. I sense his hands moving around my body. The heat, the energy he is sending is driving me crazy. The anticipation drives me crazy as I await his next move.

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Without hesitation, he slides a finger between my moist folds, inserting it deep into my pussy. My muscles tighten around him, holding him captive. "Oh, yes. I do believe you are more than ready to pleasure your Master."

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I hear the distinct sound of a buckle being released, followed by the sounds of a zipper. These sounds increase my flow, heighten my sensitivity, and toy with my patience. "Please…fuck me, Master." My plea is uncontrollable; I arch my back and move my hips in search of him, his contact.

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"I see someone needs another spanking. It seems someone has forgotten speaking without permission calls for discipline."

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With that, I feel more smacks against my heated flesh. His contact makes me moan. The more I moaned, the more he spanked me until our arousal was out of control. He grabs my hair with one hand, the other groping my breast until he captures a hardened nipple, and his throbbing cock searches for my slick opening.

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With a slight lift of my hips, he slides in easily. I hear his moan along with the contact of our flesh. The room darkens as my climax peaks. Quivering waves of pleasure cascade through me. My pussy convulses around the welcomed intruder, pulling it deeper. The more I convulse, the harder Don thrusts until his own orgasm peaks. With one final thrust, he explodes. Shot after shot of hot fluid fills me. The thick cock remains buried deep until we catch our breath.

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I expected permission to be given to stand, but I learned quickly that it would take much more than one good fuck to totally please this hunk of a man. As my breathing returned to normal, I followed a command to get on my knees and bring Don back to full erection. Once that was accomplished, another command to position myself over the sofa followed. My hands released, so I could brace myself against the back of the couch. I spread my legs and perched on my tiptoes as ordered.

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A scream, part pain, mostly pleasure, escaped, and Don laughed a deep, erotic snicker as he penetrated my ass. "Mmm, oh so nice. I like my pets tight like this. You are such a good girl. Master will definitely keep you close." His words of encouragement did more than that, though. I had become wetter than I was before. I craved release. Since my hands were free, I took it upon myself to release the orgasm building deep inside. "Is this too much for you, my pet? Normally, I would refuse you self-gratification, but seeing as you have been such a good submissive, I will grant you this orgasm. I will even make it better for you."

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I felt empty when Don pulled from me, but he made up for that void ten-fold when he returned and not only filled my ass with his cock, but also filled my pussy with an identical replica of his member. Working together, the thrill I felt with the thrust of his cock in my ass was doubled by the thrust of the cock in my pussy. Each thrust grazed my G-spot, eliciting a growl from my lips. "Mmmm, yes, this is a wonderful feeling, isn't it? You do deserve this special treat; now enjoy it."

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With his final words, he leaned against me and grabbed the neglected nipple, pinching and rolling it in his fingers while both cocks penetrated me. I was in heaven, and I could not think of any better way to show Don how thankful I was than to come with a force that brought me to my knees. My entire body shuddered and writhed as my climax rocked its way through my body.

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It had taken me some time to recover from this experience, but when my composure returned, I righted myself and sauntered over to Don's desk to thank him and give him my gift of submission. The scent of sex wafted through the air as I dressed, thanked Master one last time, and then headed for the door—sore, but smiling.

 

"Before you leave, I must set a few rules for you. Listen carefully, as I will not repeat myself.

 

1. You will not come unless I am with you. 

2. You will take these clamps and prepare your nipples for greater torture. 

3. You will meet me here at 5pm sharp every day for the next month so we can continue your training. 

4. You may wish to choose a safe word, but I promise I will not take you where you cannot handle the pain."

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Don paused briefly, opened his top drawer, and pulled out what resembled a dog collar, but wider. He placed the item on his desk and then continued. "Come here," he summoned me with one finger and pointed to the floor in front of his feet. I obeyed, standing right on the spot where he pointed. He didn't speak again, and his look told me he was still waiting for me to finish his direction. I bowed my head and then kneeled between his thighs. He displayed that smirk that had captured my attention at the wedding, and I knew I had pleased him once more. He picked up the collar and continued to speak.

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"5. You must wear this each time you visit me, here or elsewhere, as I tell you. In time, we will not be meeting here. Your training will require more intense strategies and discipline, and I do not have the room here in my office for those items needed.

 

6. You will, from here on out, refer to me only as Sir or Master. You will show your respect by taking your position on your knees at my feet and not moving until I direct you to do so. And, last, but not least, when you visit me, you will be ready for training to begin the moment you walk through my door, so you will leave your panties and bra at home or remove them before you see my receptionist. My time is precious and mustn't be wasted with tedious things such as removing excess clothing. Are these guidelines understood?"

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With my hand on Master's hand, his eyes captivate me one more time. "Yes, Sir, I do understand the guidelines you have set for me. Thank you for your patience and understanding of my needs, limits, and desire to please you."

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"Yes, my pet; today has been quite pleasurable, and I do thank you for your precious gift. Now, you may be excused."

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With His permission granted, I rise to my feet; the scent of my arousal wafts with me as I turn and head for the door.

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"Stop right there! Turn around and come back here, NOW!"

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I almost wet myself at the sound of his command, so stern. I turned, and with a touch of hesitation, I returned to Him. Yes, Sir?"

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"You seem to have forgotten something," his words were spoken softly, almost romantically, as he handed me my new collar. "Don't fret, my pet; this will become a habit in no time."

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With a frown because I had already broken one of His guidelines, I looked up at Him. The sparkle in his eyes reassured me of his gentleness and understanding. He placed the collar in my purse, and as I turned to leave, he pulled me so close I could feel his erection press against me. He lowered his lips to mine and captured my soul with a most intense kiss.

 

Our mouths connected, tongues searching through the wetness for their dance partner. The room darkened and my knees became weak, but He pulled me even closer. I didn't think that was possible, but Master accomplished it. With His arm about my waist, our lips parted slightly. "That should tide you over until tomorrow, my beautiful, sexy pet. You must go now. I have work to do."

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With His words filtering through my hair, He released me. I steadied myself with the aid of His arm as he reached between my thighs, swiped His fingers across my pussy, and let out a soft growl before bringing His fingers to my lips and then His own. One last kiss blended my scent with His before He escorted me from His office, wet and wonderfully sated.

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