“6:15. Be Ready.”

I read the email from my administrative assistant, Evan. Evan might be my assistant during working hours, but he is also my dominant. Be Ready.

That could mean a variety of things. We had a busy day filled with meetings ahead of us, so I knew it unlikely I’d have a chance to ask for clarification. Nonetheless, that niggling mix of excitement, worry, anticipation, and a tinge of fear lay just beneath the surface of my ever so professional façade throughout the day.

As Evan and I moved from one meeting to another, I’d glance at him, raise an eyebrow. He simply looked blankly at me and asked, “Yes?” Nothing broke his professionalism, which is one of the many reasons I adored working with him.

Finally, 6:00 came and the office was closing down. I shut my door, blocking out the sounds of people leaving the building, and stepped into my private bathroom. I pulled off my dress, panties, and bra, but left the stockings, shoes, and garter belt on while I freshened up as well as I could. Knowing his preferences, I then bent over my own desk and waited.

Fifteen minutes can seem like a whole lifetime when a million thoughts and scenarios are flying through your mind! By the time I heard the door open and Evan’s heavy footsteps, I was dripping wet with anticipation. He shut the door and locked it, making sure the cleaning people didn’t walk in on us.

He didn’t make me wait long, but pressed one hand gently on the back of my neck and plunged several fingers deep into my wet tunnel. I gasped, but my well trained body reacted by gushing wetness, my muscles contracting around his digits, and my level of excitement somewhere between nuclear explosion and super nova.

“Hands behind your back,” he stated huskily.

I obeyed, my breasts and cheek pressing against the polished wood of my desk. Only after he made me come three times did he yank his fingers from my body only to shove them into my mouth. Now using his left hand, he spanked my ass while I sucked his juicy fingers. To my humiliation, I came again to the sound of his laughter.

“You’re such a slut. You love being spanked, being used for my toy, don’t you?”

Obviously, I didn’t answer, my mouth filled with his fingers. He was right, though. I did love this. After a day of being in charge, I loved giving him my power, especially after such intense work days as today had been. Tears were flowing down my face, but my cunt was wetter by far. Yes, the spanking hurt, but not overly. Mainly, the tears were the way I often shed my professional persona and slipped into my sub mind.

“Don’t move, slut. Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

I moaned, loving when he calls me 'slut'.

He pulled away from me and I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. He wedged his hands beneath my breasts, pinching my nipples before thrusting his cock inside of me. I gasped with pleasure and bucked against him. I didn't want gentle or mercy or kindness. I wanted his need. I wanted his power. I wanted him.

He finished in minutes, but not before I had come twice more. He pulled back, gave my ass one more swat then said, “Well done. Now, go wash out your bra and panties and hang them up to dry in the bathroom. You can wear them again tomorrow, but until then, no underclothes. Put your dress back on but do not button it past the third button down. I’m taking you to dinner then home.”

My eyes widened as I stood upright and I glanced down. My nipples were perky as fuck! They’d practically rip a hole in my dress. I’d worn a white silk shirtwaist today with buttons all the down the front. I was also absolutely sure that unless he allowed me to pull up my skirt, there would be an obvious wet spot marking the back of the dress. Seeing the stern look in his eyes, though, made me turn pale. I nodded and quickly obeyed.

I needed this. I needed his commands, his power. I needed to be humbled.

Luckily, he just gave me a look and a grin when I pulled up the skirt to sit in the passenger seat of his Jag. I also breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled into the parking garage of our favorite restaurant. I clung to Evan’s arm as he walked in and waved to Tim, the owner and Evan’s best friend. Tim gave a pointed look at first my nipples then my red face and nodded to Evan who escorted me to the table in the back corner. He pulled the privacy curtain most of the way closed around the table. When Tim came to set our food down (no need to order), he reached down, pushed my gaping top aside and began to pinch my nipples while he and Evan chatted.

Evan often allowed, encouraged really, Tim to use my body for a toy. I knew the expectation. No complaint. No pulling back. No sound. Still, I couldn't help but wiggle on the seat, pressing my wet labia against the hard surface.

I began to pant and clench my fingers around the pristine table cloth. The men noticed, grinned at each other, and Tim pinched a bit harder. I came, biting my lip to keep from crying out.

I sat there, totally humiliated, but dripping wet again, blushing. Luckily, the place was dimly lit plus, with the privacy curtain blocking me, no one else noticed. At least I'd managed to remain quiet.

Mission accomplished, Tim nodded to Evan and back away from the table, closing the curtain again. We enjoyed our dinner, Evan occasionally using an ice cube from his water to further antagonize my nipples, running his fork over their peaks, and feeding me bits of food when I could no longer hold onto my own fork.

Thanks to the dimness of the place, when we left, no one really noticed us or my prominent nipples.

“Play with yourself,” Evan ordered as he drove us home. “I want you wet and sloppy when we get to the house.”

I did as he said, grateful that he hadn’t made me undress in the car.

“That’s it. Keep those fingers inside of your slutty little cunt. Still feel my cum inside there? Mixing with your own juice?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

“How’s that ass? Still tender from the spanking or has that faded?”

I knew better than to lie. “It’s faded, sir.”

He smiled knowingly. “Good. Because the minute we get home, you will take off that dress, bend over the kitchen table, and beg me to spank you and take you again.”

“Yes,” I answered, on the verge of coming again.

He glanced at me. “Don’t you dare,” he warned. “Don’t you dare come. Not until that ass is properly tanned and I’m buried inside of you. If you do, I’ll put clovers on your nipples and bend you over a chair so they swing and pull while I fuck you senseless.”

I squeaked, willing myself not to come. Then he reached over, flicked my clit, and I fell over the edge of reality. Once I could breathe again, I looked over at his pleased expression. I grinned back at him, knowing just how much we would both enjoy the evening.

"Do you enjoy Tim playing with you?"

"Enjoy? No, not really."

He nodded sagely then asked, "Do you enjoy when I watch Tim playing with you?"

I looked over at him and smiled. "Yes, Evan. That I do enjoy."

He laughed uproariously then glanced over at me and said, "You're such a slut."

As per his instructions, the moment we got home, I stripped off my dress and bent over the kitchen chair since I had, indeed, come in the car. Evan went to the bedroom and quickly came back with the clover clamps, attaching them to my hanging nipples.

He opened a drawer and I felt the first harsh sting of the wooden spoon on my plump rear. The clamps began to swing and I cried out. I grasped the edge of the chair seat as he went to town. Soon, I was begging, something he simply ignored. Finally, when my ass was on fire, he tossed the spoon onto the table and plunged balls deep inside of my drenched pussy.

I expected him to fuck hard and fast, but he didn't. He remained in place, allowing waves of pleasure to wash over me. Then, he slowly pulled back and eased his way forward. Gently, slowly, carefully he fucked me, drawing orgasms from my body as a master puppeteer manipulates his strings. He reached down and yanked the clamps from my nipples.

I arched my back, screaming his name as color burst behind my closed eyes and I left this earthy plain of existence.

When I came back to reality, he had picked me up and flipped me over to my back on the table. He lifted my legs to his shoulders.

"Tired of the foreplay?"

I nodded, incapable of speech. This. This was when he let the animal crouching inside of him to pounce. This was when he fucked me with abandon until we both screamed our pleasure and he filled my body with his seed.

This morning as I dressed for work in a pair of crisp black linen trousers and a light weight beige sweater top. I could add the panties (since Evan had given permission) and bra on once we got to the office. I took a deep, cleansing breath and realized that an evening of pure and total submission completely refreshes both the mind and body.