Angela sat in her spacious office staring blankly at her cluttered computer desktop. She was restless. An employee-hours spreadsheet lay over a Word document containing policy she was updating in addition to a potential contract worker's resume. Her eyes stared at the screen yet her mind was running amok, straining to get free.
Early in the month something had changed within Angela. A metamorphosis of her mind and her body was under way and she could feel the change coming on within her. It was as if a biological clock went off inside her – not the usual biological clock wary husbands are all too frightened of though. Angela was certainly not getting baby crazy.
There was a weak knock at the office door. Angela quickly tried to snap out of her mental stupor and stood up. She quickly ran her slender fingers through her long brown hair and smoothed her black pinstripe suit over herself as she strode to the door.
"Hello Gareth, nice to meet you," Angela extended her elegantly manicured hand as she opened the door and greeted the timid man standing behind it.
Gareth nodded nervously and started fidgeting with his cheap blue tie.
"Why don't you come inside and we'll get started, shall we?" Angela asked warmly, trying to coax some conversation from the twitchy job-hopeful, and attempting to melt the ice.
As a HR representative for twenty years she had become very good at her job. She was adept at treading tenderly around co-worker's sensitivities while still managing to maintain some order over the much-despised bureaucracy that went behind the scenes to run the company. However as a 41 year old woman something long forgotten in her mind was catching up to her.
Angela sat down and began the job interview with Gareth. The position was for an IT job, something she knew very little about, but she had her set questions and the rest of the interview ran on autopilot. Angela let her mind wander.
She was outwardly a very happy and successful woman. She was reasonably well-off, she had a husband, Graham, other women were often confiding in her they were jealous of, and she had two wonderful teenage kids – Kate was 19 and Gary was 17 – that she was incredibly proud of.
However part of her identity was missing. An integral part of Angela had been squashed into the corners of her soul. This part of her was what had come back to her very suddenly and gripped her very brutally recently.
Angela was a submissive.
She was a sexual bottom – she had felt it and fantasized about it since she was a teenager herself – but as high school, university, study pressure, careers, family life, and real life caught up to her she found this fetish of hers pushed way back into her mind and out of her life.
Her job, as it was, involved her giving orders and taking control. Her family life, though sweet, stoked none of the fire that lay dormant inside her. Graham was a handsome, caring husband but Angela had felt for a while that his efforts to sexually please her were too thoughtful and planned. And certainly too gentle.
Angela the submissive needed far stronger attentions. She craved discipline, humiliation, and restraint. She needed to give up control, to be forced against her will, to be beaten like a tramp. There were a myriad of sexually debauched scenarios fluctuating through Angela's dirty mind of late. That is why a fierce tingle had crept into her belly. That is why she found herself taking extra long showers, soaking in the hot water thinking of a new identity for herself. That is why she knew she needed a change.
After the interview, Gareth left feeling slightly more open and successful and again Angela sunk into her chair. She brought up the list of employees to the screen again. Angela resumed going through it looking at personnel with new eyes.
"Natalie Carmichael," she said to herself as she brought up a photo of a bright-eyed youthful woman with blonde hair cut in a modern bob up to her jawline and a toothy smile. She looked into the woman's eyes and tried to vividly imagine what sort of lover she would be.
"Arthur Simons," Angela's mind drifted to this new possibility. A sharply defined face of a man with stubble and no smile whatsoever. She looked at his stern face and imagined him roughly pulling her hair as she sucked on his erect penis. Her imagination seemed to only go down this one new road lately.
"Terry Howerson,"
"Julie Johnson,"
"Tiffany Reed" she continued while picturing euphoric sex with the person in the photographs.
Her hand slid down between her legs to rub the ache that was developing and she pressed her fingers over her tailor-made suit pants directly into her soft mound. Would any of these people be strong enough to control her, she wondered.
When Sarah walked in a half hour later Angela had moved back to her office work. She was tapping away at the keyboard as Sarah knocked sharply at the door and let herself in.
"Hey Ang, how's your day been?" she breezed in her sing-song voice.
Angela sighed, "Fine, I guess. I got that interview out of the way finally, thank god. The little runt finally showed up."
"Was he the tiny man I saw waiting for the elevator just before? Very nervous?"
"Yes, probably." Angela replied vacantly.
Sarah could sense something distant in her friend.
"Are you ok? Is something wrong?"
Angela looked at her. Sarah was one of the cadetship applicants that had entered the business before even finishing her degree. She had been shown the ropes of the office by Angela and had been told to take any problems to her by dismissive supervisors. That meant the two had had much face time together and had gotten to know each other reasonably well. Sarah was 22 and had her hair died chocolate brown a fortnight ago. She was one of the more fashionably dressed girls in the office because she was still so young and vibrant.
Sarah held Angela's gaze as she thought how to answer her question. Her eyes were very strong-willed, Angela thought.
She swallowed the saliva that was welling inside her mouth and knew this was it – this was the beginning of her journey, if only she could be brave enough to take the first step.
"Please shut the door, Sarah"
Sarah immediately detected the urgency in the woman's suddenly croaky voice and after a beat pushed the door closed, shutting them from the rest of the office.
"What's the matter Ang?" Sarah asked tenderly, the girl genuinely concerned.
Angela's heart was beating intensely fast, pumping adrenaline through her beautiful, sleek body. She shut her eyes – she couldn't take Sarah's steely gaze. When she opened them she lowered her view to Sarah's feet.
"Sarah," Angela began, "I want you to dominate me."
There was a long, barren pause in the room as Angela immediately regretted saying what she did. She couldn't bring herself to look at Sarah.
