After the first real life day with my sub I was still on cloud 9. I positively bounced into the restaurant for breakfast; I would have another 4 days, at least, with Kitten. To say this was exciting for me would be an understatement. We had known each other for nearly 8 years. We first came into contact through work, she worked for a customer of my company and I worked on the support desk. She regularly contacted me for help on products and very soon we developed a friendship and occasionally things were flirty. We regularly spoke outside work as friends, but for a year or so that was all it was.
After about a year things got a little more interesting as the flirting got more and more serious until we were chatting very sexually but it was of a 'vanilla' nature. I knew nothing of her sub side and I had no idea about my hidden Dom side. We chatted on cam a few times but there is only so much you can do on cam and with words on a screen. We tried on a couple of occasions to get together but it never happened, for one reason or another. Then Kitten got frustrated with the fact that our relationship was purely non physical, she was getting all excited from our chats and was never able to touch me or I her. She called a halt to our cyber chats but we continued as friends, to say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
She then changed companies a couple of time and we lost touch. I then moved companies and lo and behold Kitten was working for a client company of my new company. We dropped into the friendly chat as though it had only been a weekend since we had chatted, not the 18 months it had actually been. We avoided the sexual chat for about 6 months, then the flirting started again but it was light-hearted. Then we started to discuss our sexual feelings and Kitten revealed her sub side. In the process of discussing the whole D/s relationship my Dom side started to surface. I started to give her instructions and tasks. Just silly things to start with, like spend the day commando under trousers and that sort of thing. She really enjoyed this and to my initial surprise so did I.
I started to research the D/s relationship more seriously and discovered a whole new world. A world I liked, not the darker relationships with extreme canings etc but the controlling, caring side of things. I started to get more daring in my tasks for her, for example, getting her to wear short skirts and no underwear, getting her to drive topless, to spend the day with a butt plug in etc.
When she disobeyed I would make her punish herself, sometimes it was physical, like pinching her nipples or spanking herself, sometimes it was mental, making her do something that was outside of her comfort zone, for example making an audio file for me, of her orgasming. Sometimes it was both, for example making an audio file of her spanking herself. But she thrived on this, she loved the fact that I was in control, and I thrived too.
I grew into my Dom role, and I cared for her greatly, I would never do anything that put her at risk, simply pushed her boundaries. The only thing missing was the physical side of our relationship. I missed the fact that I couldn't touch her, discipline her myself, then soothe the pain and caress her. This situation continued for some time, with both of us growing within our respective roles, but all the time the frustration was growing, on both side, at the lack of physical contact. Unfortunately it was not possible for us to get together for various reasons within our personal and private lives.
It was getting towards the point where we were about to step back and go back to being friends, when this training course came up. Of course we both leapt at the opportunity.
The following morning I didn't see my sub at breakfast, but the redhead waitress from the night before was there. She looked at me and smiled then looked around for my sub, then looked back at me with questioning eyes. I shook my head and gave her a masterful look she looked down and asked "would you like tea or coffee, sir?"
"Coffee please, Karen," and she poured me a cup.
"Did you enjoy our gardens last night sir?" she enquired still not looking at me. I knew she was fishing and that she had heard my sub last night.
"Very much so, thank you Karen, that's all I need for now I will beckon you if I need anything," Phrasing it deliberately to suggest I was her Dom.
"Yes sir, I will be waiting to serve you," she said, suggesting she was in fact a sub despite her actions last night toward my sub.
Arriving at the lecture theatre shortly before it began, I got myself a coffee and mingled. I found my sub and whispered to her "take a seat in the front row and wait for instruction."
"Yes sir," came a slightly nervous reply
I knew why she was feeling nervous, the outfit I had given her to wear today was quite revealing. She had on a red chiffon blouse over a black silk vest top and black lace bra, a black skirt suit with a mid thigh length skirt, red patterned hold up stockings and red patent leather 6 inch heels and the collar. "You haven't added to your outfit at all have you?"
"No sir, but I'm a little uncomfortable, people will see my tattoos and my, um, curves."
"Yes kitten, they will and so will I, and I do so love your curves, and the fact you wear your art rather than hang it on a wall where only you can see it. You should show it off more."
"Thank you sir," she said blushing slightly at the compliment "Yes Sir, I will," understanding the implied command
When we were asked to take our seats I took one directly behind my sub. I wanted to be able to whisper instructions to her and watch the reaction of the lecturer. This guy was so boring he could put insomniacs to sleep, and I wanted to spice up his lecture.
"I will give you instructions during the day I don't want you to reply just carry them out immediately," I told her.
As the morning began I put my plan into action. "Cross your legs slowly when he is looking your way."
Sure enough as the lecturer looked our way I heard the rustle of stocking clad legs against each other. His reaction was comical, it was like the cartoon double take. The skirt wasn't short enough to show the stocking tops but did show a good portion of thigh.
I waited 20 minutes to let him calm down then instructed "uncross your legs and open them slightly."
She complied and he noticed. His eye kept flicking back to the expanse of thigh showing, it was pitiful. He obviously wasn't getting a lot at home so was taking his kicks where he could. This guy was a total letch and I was going to play him mercilessly while showing the control over my sub.
20 minutes later I leant forward again "hike your skirt up a little, just enough to show you're stocking tops."
She wriggled in her seat as she lifted her skirt. This time, when he noticed he lost the thread of what he was saying and just looked at her for 10 seconds. I could hear my sub breathing quickly now, either from embarrassment or excitement or maybe a bit of both. I was getting aroused too, my control was total, and his discomfort amused me.
I left her like that until coffee break. At the break, I sent her to the ladies to remove the vest top. "But sir people will see my bra through this top, and my back piece," she stammered out
"Yes kitten they will, and I hope they enjoy the view half as much as I do. However, if they don't it's not a problem, this isn't about them, this is about you and me. Are you saying you won't do it?"
"No sir," she replied quickly "just making an observation," and she rushed off to the ladies.
I admired the view as she came back with the patterned lace visible through the chiffon blouse; I also noticed 1 or 2 of the other men on the course were looking as well. I loved their reaction and knowing she was mine, filled me with pride.
A thought crossed my mind and I looked around for the failing salesman from last night. I saw him by the girl serving coffee obviously flirting with her. When he saw my sub coming back from the ladies he couldn't help but stare. Then he remembered the conversation I had with him last night and looked around saw me and quickly looked away then moved away from the serving girl and hid himself in the middle of his group of mates. I couldn't resist a smirk to myself.
As we filed back in to the lecture the lecturer kept his eyes down seemingly going over his notes for the next session and getting his power point sorted. We all took our seats and he looked up, saw my sub, that was it, he was transfixed. For a full minute there was silence as he stared and we all waited for him to start, then someone coughed which snapped him back to reality. Spluttering and stammering his way through his carefully prepared opening, he resumed the course.
10 minutes into the session I whispered "stretch your arms like you have a stiff back."
She stretched her arms and arched her back her breasts pushing at her shirt. Poor guy lost his train of thought again, as did a couple of the guys at the far right of the 220 degree arc of the theatre, as they saw what was happening.
"Hike your skirt up again, there are a couple of other people watching and they missed it this morning,"
Again she wriggled as she hitched up her skirt to her stocking tops.
"Cross your legs slowly."
She complied, flashing some naked thigh above the stocking tops and I could see guys at both ends of the arc now noticing and paying more attention to my sub than the lecture, and I loved it.
"You are starting to get a crowd of admirers now," I told her deliberately pushing her comfort zone.
I left her twitching in her seat for 10 minutes.
"Uncross and open your legs."
She did but I wasn't satisfied.
"6 inches," I told her.
With her knees 6 inches apart they could see bare thigh above the stockings, then the skirt created a dark shadow so they weren't able to see her pussy, but they were nudging their neighbours to tell them about something infinitely more interesting than the course.
"Undo 2 buttons on your blouse."
She complied, exposing a very generous amount of her cleavage. The lecturer now was trying to avoid looking, and to keep his mind on the course. He was managing fairly well, but at least a dozen of the attendees no longer had any interest in the course.
"Undo another button and slip your hand inside."
She inhaled deeply, stiffened slightly and didn't move.
"Are you refusing to carry out an instruction?" I asked in a menacing voice.
She shook her head and slipped her hand inside her blouse.
"Stroke your breast, then remove your hand."
She stroked her hand over breast causing her to gasp quietly then took her hand out and put it back on the desk. The whole course had pause for the 10 seconds that took. I was loving it, the control I had over both my sub and the course. I was also extremely turned on by this, but also filled with pride. Kitten was doing everything I asked, pretty much when I asked.
I let the rest of the morning session carry on undisturbed.
At lunch we sat together "Did you enjoy that kitten."
"Mostly sir, I wasn't sure about stroking myself."
