As I walk in I am a little nervous. I report to reception and give my name. The lady behind the desk smiles and makes small talk as she signs me in, then with a, “follow me” she leads me down a short corridor into a small but fairly busy office. I am looking around as inconspicuously as I can, trying to find You among the people, but a quick recce tells me You are not here. I feel disappointed briefly, then the pleasant fluttering feeling inside returns as I know that I am bound to see You soon.
You have hired me as a “temp” from a local agency, claiming that You needed a PA now that the company was growing, but wanted to try out a few, as it were, and then offer the job on a permanent basis if You found one that was suited. I couldn’t believe it when You told me that I was to come and work for You – being under my Master’s watchful eye all day, I knew I wouldn’t get away with much. Unless You wanted me to, of course.
After a quick tour of the office, I settle into my new desk which is situated a few yards from Your door. Just seeing Your name presented in such an official manner makes me picture You during our first meeting. Knowing I preferred it, You had worn Your light grey suit and a pale blue shirt – every inch the business man. I close my eyes and can almost feel Your lips brush against mine. Soft and teasing – that first kiss You gave me… My eyes open abruptly and I cough quietly, feeling myself blush. I can already tell that my pussy is starting to get wet…
I set to work typing some letters that You have left. I look at Your handwriting and smile. It slopes to the right like mine – You told me once that it means You are an extrovert. I’m still not sure that idea rings true, as I am not, but like all the things You have told me, the information is stored away in my brain, ready for me to call upon should I need it. After typing the letters, I decide to file all the office hard copies. It’s nearly halfway through the day now, and still no sign of You, but I am still on “Master Alert” – listening for Your voice, and casting an occasional glance towards the main door. I know of course that when You do arrive, I will not be able to give any hint that I already know You – at least I don’t think so. I decide to wait, and follow my Master’s lead.
The filing cabinets are lined up against one wall of Your private office, and standing by them means that I can sneak a glance into Your domain. In fact, it all looks rather normal – a large polished wooden desk with a leather chair behind it, and a couple more chairs opposite. I shake my head slightly, smiling, and in my head ask myself what I would expect You to have in Your office. Bondage equipment hanging from the walls? Instruments of punishment lined up on Your desk? I think not; to coin one of Your phrases.
I diligently begin the filing, starting at the top and working my way down. I am on my knees filing the last few when someone stops right beside me. Someone wearing black lace up shoes, and light grey trousers…
“Good afternoon,” I hear You say softly. “It’s nice to find you in such an appropriate position when I arrive.”
There is a smile in Your voice. I file the final sheet, close the draw and stand up, smiling slightly myself, so excited at being in Your presence. But I keep my head.
“Good afternoon Sir. I hope You had a pleasant morning.”
“I did, thank you. Let’s go into my office and I can run through what I’m looking for,” You say, as You push open Your door, allowing me to walk in ahead of You. You close the door behind You and pull a cord, closing the blind across the window that looks out on to the rest of the office.
Knowing that we will not be disturbed without prior warning, I kneel before You again, this time in the proper fashion, my hands behind my back, and my head slightly bowed. “Good afternoon Master, I hope my greeting a moment ago was acceptable. It’s very good to see You again Master.”
You walk in front of me and gently lift my chin. “Considering our environment, My slave, it was perfect. You may rise, My sweet.”
I stand carefully, feeling a little giddy (as usual) from Your compliment. You slowly walk in a circle around me – I always feel nervous when You do this, but then I feel Your hands on me, and I relax – a little. One hand runs down my back, over my spine, then rests on the curve of my bottom. You squeeze my backside, and I moan in pleasure; I can’t help it.
“Shhh, slut – don’t forget where we are. I would hate to have to punish you so early on,” You say, still kneading my cheeks. Your other hand tangles into my hair, and You pull my head back, speaking right into my ear.
“Are you horny, My little slut? I bet your pussy’ s dripping, isn’t it?” You briefly tighten Your grip on my hair as You whisper, “Would you like Me to check?”
I whimper quietly, wanting You so badly – wishing You would throw me down on the desk, the floor, anything and take me right now. Instead I manage to reply, “Yes please, Master. Please touch Your slut’ s pussy…”
True to Your word, You release my hair and turn me around to face You. You look right into my eyes as You place Your hand on my thigh and push my dress up my leg, to reveal the lace top of my hold up stockings. Your fingers glide around the soft material for a moment, before moving further up and sliding between my legs. I place my hand on to Your shoulder to gain some stability, and bite back a moan as I feel Your finger stroke across my outer lips, which by now are coated with my juices. You push Your finger a little deeper, until the tip just enters my hot channel. I try to bear down on it, craving something inside me, but Your hand moves in the same direction.
I open my mouth to moan in frustration, and You capture it in a fierce kiss, Your free hand pulling me closer, Your tongue methodically exploring my mouth. Glad of this pleasant diversion, I return the kiss just as urgently, trying to stifle the desperate feeling of wantonness that You’ve started in me. After a while You break the kiss, and at the same time, withdraw Your finger from between my thighs.
“I was right,” You say, “You’re a horny slut with a wet pussy.” You hold Your hand out to me and obediently I take Your finger into my mouth to clean it. As usual, I don’t miss a drop. You brush a strand of hair out of my eyes and offer me a seat. For the next half an hour or so we talk in all seriousness about what will be expected of me work wise this week. You also slip in a couple more rules to follow – for example, I am not to leave the office without first obtaining Your permission – this also goes for when I wish to use the bathroom, You add with a smile at the look of consternation on my face.