During the week my job is very demanding. I am a young manager of a large innovative IT company, it is fast paced and the pressure of work is sometimes hectic. Deadlines have to be reached and I am pushing people to excel all day every day. Needless to say I have to make decisions that affect a lot of people and involve lots of money. People say I'm tough and aloof, and I suppose I am, that's why I have this job. I've heard people name me as the Ice Dragon.
Surprising for some, I have got where I am in the company by my brains not my body, though I occasionally sleep with the CEO when we are on very rare business trips, but we have no relationship. I have even been known to sleep with other board members male and females if the situation arises, it is simply sexual.
After a while in the job I realized that I would have to do something completely different to relax on my days off, something that took away the need to make decisions. I was not married nor had I a permanent partner to channel my thoughts into something else, though not from a want of trying, but somehow the day to day men I encountered were also busy hard workers dedicated to their job. I had even had girlfriends but they all wanted me to dominate them, just like a work, which was the last thing I craved. I just needed to relax and not worry about making decisions and leave that to someone else. Although I was aggressive at work I was far more submissive when it came to my social life and sex, something my partners did not understand.
Talking one day to an old girlfriend after a particularly hard gym session, she listened patiently to my predicament until she held up her hands, enough she said, you're not looking for a relationship you just want someone to dominate you, a strong man, maybe even a master, who tells you what to do, no ifs or buts. I laughed at the idea, and we went on to talk of other things, but the remark stayed with me.
It was several months later after a particularly grueling week that an ad in the paper caught my eye, in the new expanded Adult section of the local paper.
"Professional married couple require Maid, must be intelligent, obedient, mid-twenties, attractive, bisexual. No experience needed, total discretion guaranteed. Days and times negotiable. It gave a phone number and a time to call."
Was this what I was looking for? Something totally different, I had no idea what would be entailed, but the idea buzzed around my brain for a week before I decided, what did I have to lose?
I visit my Master and Mistress, maybe twice a month, sometimes more sometime less, and from the moment I enter their presence, I do not have to make any decisions myself. They are both in their mid-thirties, my mistress is attractive in a severe way and my master handsome and commanding. I usually visit at weekends, I'm just too busy most weekdays to think beyond what needs to be done for work.
Before I tell you about my other life let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a fit 25, slim blonde with short hair. My face is slightly squarish, with a full mouth and very good teeth. My eyes, a little further apart than usual, are blue and men have told me I am very beautiful. I am 170 cm high, square shouldered and slim hipped with slightly larger than normal breasts that sway when I walk and I have been blessed with no stretch marks on them, they are tipped by small aureoles and perky nipples; that erect almost instantly when aroused or fingered. I have slim legs and my pubic hair being is dark and trimmed so that it does not conceal my sex. My firm buttocks part delightfully, I've been told, showing my vulva from the back when I lean over slightly. And let me say, I enjoy sex immensely, in any way and in any form.
Most of these special weekends are spent in a large modern house in an affluent area of the town with a beautiful and well maintained large garden. I have to ring to find out whether I can come. The answer is always just yes or no, nothing else and a time I have to arrive. When I'm allowed to go there, I must arrive at exactly the time agreed, not one minute earlier or later.
At work I wear no makeup, or nail varnish, and being slightly long sighted, dark red rimmed glasses that are very trendy at the moment, and my clothes are always business suits. All very professional, which is after all what I am, a professional. In contrast when I am at my masters house I wear makeup, though not too much, though sometimes I'm made up in a Gothic style. I also don't wear glasses rather contacts that are tinted brown, with painted nails on my fingers and toes, though again nothing garish, muted colors. If I am there during the day or when we have company I wear a shoulder length wig of straight brown hair. It was made for me and you would not know I as wearing it. It was made to tolerate some degree of handling without coming off. I usually wear it as a ponytail.
My submission starts even before I reach my masters house, as I'm never allow to wear any of my own clothes from the moment I leave my door. I don my wig and on the journey all I wear is a sheer short housecoat, no other clothes, no underwear, no skirt or blouse, nor do I wear any jewellery, or a watch. I also have strict instructions to prepare my orifices, cleansing my rectum and vagina.
I was given the housecoat on my first visit. It is well made and transparent, allowing anyone looking at me an almost clear view of my nakedness beneath it. It feels cool when I put it on, the nylon smooth and silky on my breasts and stomach and when I sit in my car the leather is cold on my naked buttocks. During the journey from home, I am not allowed to take any other clothing and so I am always a little nervous and apprehensive for if the car broke down I would be virtually naked without its protection! But it also excites me and I am also eager at the thought of what lies ahead of me.
I ring the doorbell and without waiting for anyone to open the door enter into my Master's house. The large hallway is warm, with a scent wafting from a vase of cut flowers on a small table, classical oil paintings hang on the walls featuring scantily clad and naked women. There are also one or two alabaster statuettes again of naked nymphs or young men, which somehow lends a feeling of rightness to my nakedness. My heels click as I walk across the marble floor. There are no carpets at all in the house only the occasional expensive rug here and there. To one side, a curving staircase runs up one wall to the next storey. I remove my coat and hang it on a coat rack in a small cloak room next to the front door before walking to the center of the area to wait naked for instructions, standing with my hands clasped behind my back and my legs slightly apart, my head bowed. I may stand there for a few minutes, or I may stand there for half an hour. I also have no idea whether my Master and Mistress are alone or with friends.
My Mistress always appears first, usually in everyday clothes, to prepare me for the events of the weekend. She welcomes me with a kiss on the lips, sometimes it is a light brush as if meeting an old friend, other times it is fierce and she will penetrate my mouth with her tongue, as if I was a lover.
She always places a fine red leather choker collar around my neck. It is as if she needs to stamp her ownership upon me right from the start of our liaison. It has a tag on which is engraved "I'm all yours", and for anyone who reads it, I am there to be enjoyed, all of me. I am usually led through an ornate door by the stairs, where several steps lead down into the basement of the house. It is quite a big room under the house with leather loungers, an extensive bar but the most interesting is that all around the room are devices comprising of chains and straps and bars designed restrain a person in many ways. Along the walls are shelves and hooks with all kinds of penetrating objects, vaginal and anal. There are many dildos, ball gags, along with whips, canes and paddles. A large number of clothes and costumes also hang on racks, for me or anyone else to use.
