Day1
I'd always thought that Sarah was a submissive.
Something about the way that she spoke, held herself and seemed to hold all males in such deference, had always made me think she was a sub - and now my suspicions had been confirmed. I caught her reading 'The Story of O' in the garden area during the wonderful sunshine we'd had today. I'd only gone for a quick walk for some fresh air and sat down on the bench to eat my apple. She hadn't noticed me or put her book down.
Someone else probably would never have known the significance of the book – but I had.
"Should I use my new-found knowledge?" The question had gone round and round my mind as I sat there munching at my apple and we held a desultory conversation about the usual - weather, work and family.
"Are you enjoying your book Sara?" I asked "I've been meaning to read it but never got round to it yet"
She looked at me with dumbfounded amazement on her face and didn't answer for a few moments. A flush began to invade her cheeks as she started to stutter a reply.
"Y-y-you know the book. You know what it's about?" she asked, now flushing a deep red.
I just nodded, saying nothing, and looked at her straight on - smiling gently while waiting to see if she would say anything else unprompted.
"You aren't horrified or anything by me just reading the book?" she asked
"Sarah, if I don't say anything about the book, will you keep something quiet for me?" I asked
She nodded.
"I'm a submissive, and have been for quite a while now." I said. As I finished speaking, a look of relief, surprise and in some way pleasure, came across her face and then ended up with a smile as she started laughing.
"I thought I'd be the only one around" she said. "Well, I think I am one anyway. That's why I'm reading everything I can, books, articles, things on the internet, anything, just to make sure its what I really am, before I see what I can do about it and see how I find myself a Dom or whatever."
I smiled and said that maybe I could help her with finding out if it was really for her and maybe even introduce her to some of the friends I'd made at the munches.
She was so pleased to realise she wasn't alone. I explained that I had an on-line Master who, from the time I was very new to realising I was a sub, had been guiding me on my road of discovery. I told her how He had taken me from being shy and innocent, through personal exploration, until now I was exploring facets of myself I didn't like exploring ... but with His guidance was pushing my boundaries to become accepting of.
She listened attentively, soaking up all the information I gave her until we realised that our time was short. We arranged to meet after work to chat further.
Five o'clock came around really quickly and Sarah was standing looking nervous at my door just a few minutes later. I told her to come in and sit down as I stood up and then closed the door firmly. I made us some tea and we sat either side of my desk drinking. She was nervous ... her fingers twirling her mug round and round in her hands.
"Sarah, what's worrying you?" I asked straight out after a few minutes of watching her as we spoke about the day and a few things that were happening at work.
"I suppose I'm just really worried now that someone else knows how I feel that it may not be right, that I'm not submissive and that this is just all wrong" she blurted out really rushed and tearfully.
"Stop it Sarah! Stop it now!" I said, in my hardest tone. She looked up at me straight away.
"I've told my Master about speaking to you" I said, more gently now, "and He's happy to help you find out if you're a sub - if you'd like?"
"Do you mean that?" she asked, a smile now lighting her face
I just nodded in reply and her face brightened even more as she nodded her head.
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"Yes please." she said.
"Alright. Tomorrow come into work wearing a skirt and a blouse ... not trousers. After work, come here as you have tonight." I instructed.
She nodded again, just smiling.
"I'll see you tomorrow evening Sarah" I said as she walked out of my office.
Day 2
I know exactly what You want me to do with Sarah this evening ... I have Your instructions ... clear and exact.
She will need to be prepared for the task - undressed and suitably dressed, told what is expected of her and how she must behave.
During this time you will answer any questions she may ask.
Then she will take whatever positions I demand and I will choose that you are either gentle or firm with her. Of course you will be told to explore her in the way that she was required to explore you and similarly, she will not be allowed to cum without permission. I will give you discretion about whether your hand, paddle or cane is used, but I expect to see her cheeks reddened in some way before she cums.
When she is given permission to cum it will be your task to start and intensify her orgasm - you will decide how.
Finally you will describe her orgasm to Me and tell Me how you enjoyed causing it.
I keep reading Your instructions from earlier telling me what I have to do in the session even though You will be there on-line with us too, instructing as required ... or if required.
Five o'clock ... the corridor is silent again, the other offices not used again because of the holidays, and there's the thud of the corridor door as it closes behind someone. I look at the door and there Sarah appears, smiling.
"Hi Sarah, come in." I say as I close the door behind her with a firm click.
She sits down in the same chair as yesterday, dressed as I asked in a black knee length skirt and a pale blue fitted blouse, seemingly with nothing on her legs and wedge mules on her feet. She looks comfortable and relaxed.
She quickly starts speaking as I sit on the edge of my desk "Did you really mean it yesterday when you ..."
I put up my hand to stop her speaking.
"Stand up Sarah and take of your shoes please, then go over and close the blinds" I say.
She looks at me slightly puzzled, but stops speaking and does as she's asked. She then comes back and goes to sit down again.
"No, don't sit down, please fetch the black holdall from the corner and put the contents of it on my desk, then put it back in the corner."
She looks at me strangely again, slightly nervously now, but does as I ask without question, bringing the bag back to the desk and opening it to reveal the contents. She lifts them out one by one: a black rubber spanker about three inches wide and 15 inches long; a soft black leather flogger with 40 falls of about 15 inches and a beautifully carved wooden handle; a cane, about three feet long with a leather bound handle. She puts all three on the desk ... slowly and carefully ... laying them out in a neat row, side by side.
