As I strode through the bustling office, I could feel the admiring glances following me, the envy simmering in the air. My auburn hair cascaded down my back, a wave of fiery allure that commanded attention. 

With each step, confidence radiated from me, emphasized by the tight embrace of my black dress, accentuating every curve.

As the new department head, I exuded authority effortlessly, a fact not lost on anyone in the office. But today held a special significance. 

Over the past month, I had meticulously assembled a team of diligent interns, yet there was still a void waiting to be filled—a need for someone who would not only excel in their duties but also understand the deeper dynamics at play.

Seated comfortably in my executive chair, I perused the resume of the next candidate, Alex. 

His qualifications were impeccable, but it was the subtle undertone of submission in his photo that piqued my interest. There was a glimmer of adoration, a willingness to please that resonated with me on a visceral level.

"Please, Alex, come in and take a seat. Let's begin the interview," I greeted him warmly, my voice carrying a hint of sultriness. 

As he entered, I observed the nervous flutter in his demeanor, the palpable awareness of my presence. 

With each passing moment, I could sense his surrender to the allure of power and beauty that surrounded him.

I studied him intently as he sat down across from me, his hands folded neatly in his lap. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the details of my office. 

I could see the excitement building inside him, the anticipation of what might come next. It was then that I knew I had found my perfect candidate.

"Alex," I began, my voice low and husky, "I must say, I've been quite impressed with your resume. You've certainly checked all the boxes." 

He swallowed audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"I see that you have a particular interest in marketing. That's certainly an area we could use some fresh perspectives in. But what really caught my eye was your willingness to go above and beyond. Your CV showed a young man who was not only ambitious, but also eager to please." 

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the blush creeping up his neck.

I leaned forward slightly, my breasts pressing against the silky fabric of my dress. 

"Alex, I think it's safe to say that I'm not just looking for an intern here. I'm looking for someone who understands the power dynamics at play in this office, someone who is willing to use their skills and talents to advance themselves, and in turn, help me build something truly special."

His eyes widened, his pupils dilating with desire. He licked his lips nervously. 

"I - I would be honored to serve you, Miss...?" he stammered.

"I think you're exactly what I'm looking for." 

I leaned back in my chair, revealing more of my generous cleavage. 

"I can already see how you would fit in so perfectly here. The other interns are all so...vanilla. They lack the spark, the fire that you seem to bring to the table."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"Thank you. I promise I won't disappoint." 

His eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and desire, and I could feel the tension in the room begin to build.

"Oh, I don't think you'll disappoint," I assured him, my voice a low, sultry purr. 

"In fact, I think you'll thrive here."

He stood up quickly, his heart racing, his palms sweating. As he turned to leave, I could see the nervous tension in his shoulders, the way he gripped the edge of the chair. 

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, before making his way out of the room. The door closed quietly behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my desires.

I leaned back in my chair, my eyes closed, relishing the memory of him and the way he reacted to my words.

It had been so refreshing, so invigorating to have someone like him in the office. His presence made everything seem more alive, more electric. 

I couldn't help but wonder what he was feeling at that moment, what thoughts were racing through his mind.

As I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, I became aware of a strange sensation. 

My pussy was throbbing, wet with desire. It had been a while since I had felt anything even remotely resembling arousal, and yet here I was, alone in my office, my body betraying me in the most delicious way possible.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of Alex, the young intern who had just left my office. It was almost as if he had been inviting me to claim him, to mold him into the perfect little slave.

The week goes by without incident, and Alex settles into his new role. He proves to be quite adept at his tasks, quickly learning the ins and outs of the office and the company. 

However, it's not just his work ethic that impresses me; it's the way he carries himself. There's an air of submission about him, a willingness to please that I find utterly irresistible.

One afternoon, as I'm going through some files in my office, I heard a soft knock on the door.

I look up to see Alex standing in the doorway, a nervous expression on his face. 

You wanted to see me, Miss?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly.

I motion for him to come in and take a seat across from me. 

"Yes, Alex. I have a special assignment for you." 

He nods, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. 

"I need you to attend a meeting with me tomorrow. It's a very important meeting, and I want you to take notes for me."

He blanches at this, visibly nervous. 

"B-But, Miss, I could make a mistake."

I smile reassuringly. "That's all right. I have faith in you. You'll do just fine. In fact, I think you might even enjoy it. It'll be like a game to you, won't it?" 

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The end of the day after the meeting when everyone had already left the office, Alex presented me with the notes. 

"Thank you, Alex. I appreciate your hard work." 

I say, taking the stack of papers from him. "Now, let's go over these notes and make sure they're accurate."

We sit down at my desk, and I begin to flip through the pages. To my surprise, they're a mess. It's clear that he's tried his best, but his handwriting is sloppy and illegible in places. There are whole sections missing, and important details seem to have been left out.

I can tell that Alex is nervous, biting his lip as he watches me read through his work. 

"Alex," I say, with a firm voice, "I'm afraid these notes aren't good enough.  

"But, Miss, I don't understand. I worked so hard on them."

I sigh, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. 

"I know you did, but they're simply not up to par. You see, this meeting was extremely important, and I need accurate notes in order to make sure everything runs smoothly."

He hangs his head, looking genuinely crestfallen. 

"I'm so sorry, Miss. I'll do better next time, I promise." 

His voice cracks, and I can see tears forming in his eyes.

I pause for a moment, considering my next words carefully. Alex's display of emotion is both endearing and infuriating. On one hand, it shows just how invested he is in pleasing me; on the other, it makes me wonder if he truly understands the gravity of his position.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to take a more direct approach. 

"Alex, I appreciate your apology, but I need more than that. I need you to prove to me that you can do better. And the best way for you to do that is to start from scratch."

His eyes widened with fear. 

"You mean... you want me to retake the notes?"

"Yes, that's what I mean." I lean forward, fixing him with a steely gaze. "And this time, I want you to take them down perfectly. Every detail, every comment, everything. Do you understand?"

Alex nods slowly and nervously.  "Yes, Miss. I'll do my best." 

His voice is barely a whisper, but I can tell that he's serious. He reaches for a fresh sheet of paper, dips his pen, and begins to scribble down the date and the names of those present.

Now to practice, write down what I am wearing.

Alex looks at me expectantly, his pen hovering over the paper. He's trying his best to focus on my outfit, but it's not easy with me constantly moving about the room. Finally, I decide to stand still for a moment and let him take a good look.

I catch Alex staring at my legs, and I can't help but smile to myself. He's so young and innocent, yet so perceptive.

"Now, where were we?" I say, trying to keep my voice steady as I look back down at the paper. "Ah, yes. Describe my shoes."

Alex swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. 

"Right. Your shoes, Miss. They're a pair of black, patent leather pumps." 

He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. 

"And your legs... they're covered in a pair of tight, black leggings. They hug your curves in all the right places, showing off your toned calves and shapely thighs." 

He glances up at me, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. 

"I apologize if I'm being too descriptive, Miss."

I smile reassuringly, my heart fluttering slightly at his innocent admiration. 

"Continue." 

I motion for him to keep writing.

Alex takes a deep breath, regaining his composure, before continuing. 

"Your blouse, Miss, is a crisp, white button-up. It accentuates your curves and makes your skin look flawless. It's paired with a dark gray blazer that adds a touch of sophistication to your outfit. The blazer is adorned with gold buttons, which catch the light whenever you move, drawing attention to your statuesque figure." 

He pauses for a moment, his cheeks flushing red again, before continuing. 

"And your skirt... Your skirt is a black, pencil skirt that hugs your hips and accentuates your feminine curves. It's made of a soft, flowing material that moves with you as you walk, revealing a hint of your matching lacy undergarments beneath." 

He looks up at me, his eyes wide with apprehension, waiting for my reaction.

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as well, but I try my best to maintain a stern expression. 

"Thank you, Alex. That will be all for now. You may put away your notes.

"Just describe what you are seeing.” I sit down on my chair right in front of him. and spread my legs a little so my inner thighs are showing.

Alex hesitates for a moment, his gaze darting between my face and my legs. Finally, he swallows hard and begins to put his notes away. As he does so, he can't help but steal glances at me, taking in every detail of my appearance.

He clears his throat, trying to focus on his task. 

"Your legs, Miss, are truly a sight to behold. Your inner thighs are smooth and soft, barely concealed by the black lacy undergarments that peek out from beneath your skirt." 

His cheeks flush red as he continues, his voice growing softer with each word. 

"And your calves and thighs..."

He glances up at me, hoping for some sort of reaction. I smile reassuringly, encouraging him to go on. He takes a deep breath before continuing. 

My breath catches in my throat as his words send a shiver down my spine. I can feel the heat building between my legs, and I know he can see it too. I lean forward slightly, drawing his gaze downward. 

"Go on, Alex. Tell me more."

I can see his arousal in his pants.

I smile sweetly, enjoying the power I have over him at this moment. His eyes dart back down to my exposed skin, and he swallows hard. 

"Kiss my thigh, Alex."

He kneels down in front of me. His lips part, and for a moment I think he might protest. But then he closes his eyes, leans forward, and presses his lips against my thigh. He hesitates for a heartbeat, unsure of how far I want him to go. I reach out, tracing his cheek with my fingertips, guiding him. He follows my lead, his lips moving softly against my thigh as he kisses and nuzzles.

As he kisses me, I feel the warmth building between my legs. I know he can feel it too, as my wetness seeps through the lace of my thong. He draws back slightly, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Now describe my panties.”

"Your panties, Miss... they're completely soaked. I can see how wet you are through the lace." 

He hesitates for a moment.

“Kiss my panties Alex.”

His lips brush against the damp material, and I gasp, arching my back slightly. He presses harder, his lips parting as he kisses me through the lace. 

My hips start to move involuntarily, grinding against his face as I feel the warmth of his lips.

I slide my hands into his hair, guiding him as he kisses and licks my panties with an intensity that I've never experienced before. His touch is featherlight, yet it sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel the heat rising within me, my pussy growing wetter by the second.

As he continues to worship me, I begin to lose track of time and place. The only thing that matters is the sensation of his lips on my wet thong clad womanhood. The warmth of his breath against my aching center. 

I moan his name, my hips moving uncontrollably as I try to find some relief from this exquisite torment. I stand up and take my panties off.

"Now, Alex, I want you to look at me." 

I command, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my black lace bra. His eyes widen as they take in my bare skin. 

"Do you like what you see?"

He swallows hard, unable to tear his gaze away from my breasts. 

"Yes, Miss... very much."

I take a step closer, my chest pressing against his face. I can feel his breath on my nipples, and it sends a shiver down my spine. 

"Then taste me," I whisper, wrapping my fingers around the back of his head. "Suck on my breasts, Alex."

He obeys without hesitation, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking gently at first, before moving to a harder, faster rhythm. I arch my back, moaning his name as pleasure washes over me. 

I can feel the heat rising between my legs, the need for release growing stronger by the second.

"That's it, Alex," I murmur, running my fingers through his hair. "Suck harder." 

I can feel his tongue swirl around my nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I lean in closer, wanting more.

"I want you to really start pleasing me. Now get on your back."

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he's heard me correctly. I give him a sharp slap on the cheek to remind him of his place. He groans, understanding my command. He slowly gets down on the floor on his back. I smile to myself, watching him submit to my will.

I straddle his face, positioning my wet core right above his mouth. He looks up at me, his eyes wide with anticipation. 

"You've been such a good boy," I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. 

"Now it's time for you to taste me."

I lower myself slowly, feeling the warmth of his breath against my sensitive folds slick with my juices. 

I begin to ride his face, moving up and down, relishing the feel of his lips and tongue on my clit.

My hips move in a steady rhythm, each downward thrust driving him deeper.

"Yes, that's it," I moan, my voice thick with desire. 

I grip his hair, pulling him closer to my throbbing clit. His tongue dances over the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I rock my hips faster, losing myself in the sensation of his mouth on me. The feeling of being completely in control is intoxicating, and I can't help but become more demanding.

His face is slick with my wetness, my juices dripping down onto his lips and chin. His breathing grows labored as he struggles to keep up with my rhythm.

"That's it, Alex," I purr, my voice low and seductive. "You're doing so well." I can feel the tension building within me, my muscles tensing as my orgasm draws near. 

I grip his hair tighter, urging him to go deeper, harder. My hips buck wildly against his face.

 I feel the familiar tightness in my core begin to build, and with one final, powerful thrust, I release, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. 

My juices pour over him, coating his face and chest as I squirt uncontrollably.

Alex struggles to breathe as he tastes me for the first time, his tongue darting out to capture each wave of my essence. He moans in pleasure, the vibration against my sensitive skin sending shockwaves of delight through my body.

I sit up slowly, my eyes fixed on his face as he lies beneath me. He looks up at me, his eyes glazed over with desire, and I can tell he's still very much aroused.

"I'm not finished with you yet."

I lean forward, my breasts brushing against his lips. He opens his mouth, hungrily accepting one of my nipples into his mouth. 

His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I watch him for a moment, marveling at his eagerness to please me.

I slide my hand down between my legs, spreading the wetness from my orgasm over my folds. I feel the familiar ache begin to build again, and I decide to put him to the test. 

I get up and sit in my chair, and spread my legs wide. Alex looks up at me, his eyes burning with desire.

"I want you to crawl over here," I say, my voice husky. 

"And show me what more you can do with that talented tongue of yours."

Alex hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering up to meet mine. The anticipation is palpable, and I can feel my own desire growing even stronger. 

With a lustful groan, he moves forward, kneeling between my spread legs. His tongue darts out, tracing the outline of my folds before dipping inside.

His mouth is warm and wet, and the sensation of his tongue on my clit is exquisite. He begins to move faster, circling and flicking, driving me wild with pleasure. 

I watch as he devours me, his lips and chin glistening with my juices.

"Lick my pussy, Alex," I moan, my hips bucking up to meet his hungry mouth.

His tongue moves in a rhythm all its own, dancing over my clit and driving me wild. I can feel the tension building inside me, the familiar tightness that tells me I'm close. 

I reach down, gripping his hair, urging him to go faster, deeper.

I moan, my hips bucking against his face.

As he licks and sucks at my wetness, my juices begin to coat his face, dripping down onto his chin and neck. His skin glistens with my essence, and I can't help but want to see it all over him. 

With each thrust of my hips, more of my desire spills over his lips and chin as he continues to lap at me hungrily.

I watch as my pussy slides effortlessly over his whole face, coating him in my flavor. His tongue is relentless, dancing and teasing my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I feel my muscles begin to tighten, my body tensing in anticipation of release.

My hips move faster, grinding against his face as I lose myself in the sensation of his tongue on my clit. He groans into me, the vibration sending shivers through my entire body. I feel the dominant side of me coming out, urging me to move harder, faster.

As I approach the brink, I grip his hair tighter, arching my back, giving him better access to my aching sex. His tongue seems to find a rhythm all its own, matching the pace of my hips, driving me wild. I can feel the orgasm building inside me, growing stronger with each thrust of his tongue, each flick of his lips against my clit.

My hips begin to move faster, harder, my body tense with anticipation. I can feel the heat rising up inside me, the tightening in my belly. 

My pussy is slick with my juices, and Alex seems to relish the feel of it, the taste. He groans into me, his tongue never faltering as it circles my clit, teasing it mercilessly.

I reach down, gripping his hair, pulling him closer still. His tongue thrusts deep inside me, finding a rhythm that matches the frantic pace of my hips. 

My orgasm builds, growing stronger with each thrust of his tongue, each moan that escapes my lips. I feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me, ready to snap.

With a primal scream, I arch my back and lose control. 

My body quakes as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, and my pussy spasms tightly around Alex's face. 

He sucks and licks at me hungrily, drinking in every drop of my essence. My juices flow freely, covering his face, his neck, his chest. My hips move uncontrollably, grinding against his face as I writhe in ecstasy.

The tension in my body finally begins to uncoil, and I feel my orgasm subside, leaving me spent and satiated. My breath is coming in ragged gasps. 

Alex pulls back slowly, his face glistening with my juices, his lips swollen and red. He looks up at me with a satisfied grin, his eyes sparkling with desire.

I watch as he licks his lips, tasting me one last time.

I ask him, "How do you feel?"

He looks up at me, his eyes still glazed over with desire, and smirks. 

"Like I could do that all day, Boss."

I smile back, feeling the warmth spread through my body at his words. 

"Well, I'm sure we could find plenty of other ways to keep busy," I tease, running my fingers through his hair.

He lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes meeting mine. 

"I'm sure we could, Boss." 

I can't help but feel a twinge of regret that our time together is coming to an end. But I know there will be other opportunities for us to explore our desires.

I tell him, "Go home, and if you want to keep your job in the future, you must do at least as well next time. 

“Did you enjoy being dominated like that?”

He gives me a wicked grin. "Oh, I enjoyed it very much, Boss. But don't worry, I'll make sure to bring my A-game next time. You're in control, after all."  He steps back, running a hand through his hair, and turns to head toward the door.  "I'll see you tomorrow?"

I nod, my heart racing as I watch him walk away. I can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation for what might happen between us tomorrow, and the days after that.

As the evening wears on, I clean up the evidence of our encounter, making sure that everything is back in its place and that there's no trace of what just happened. 

I go home thinking about what I will do to him next...