Author's note. The following story contains scenes of a black woman in consensual bondage and interracial sex. If you are offended by either of these don't blame me if you read the story. Also, the computer names used in the story do not, as far as I'm aware, refer to any actual people.
Chapter one - Two sides of the coin
Angela leaned forward in her chair and pounded on the mahogany conference table with her fist. "No Edward! Not good enough. At this rate you'll be 2% over budget by the end of the fiscal year. You'll just have to do better. Every department has to get down to 5% below last years figures."
Edward looked at her helplessly, like all the other department heads in the conference room. The CEO had hired Angela last week. She was a replacement for the last Vice President, a move that the group had at first thought was a good one. The last Vice President, Bob by name, had been pleasant to work with but bad at his job. The business had suffered. After only two years on the job he'd been sacked, and the search for a replacement had produced Angela.
She was nothing like Bob. Instead of an easygoing white man they'd been given a no nonsense black woman. During the obligatory "meet the new boss" luncheon on her first day at work she had come across as amiable but probing. She had wanted to get up to speed quickly. Her first week on the job had been one of giving brusque orders in the hallways and casual chatting behind the closed door of her office.
Now they were in their first official meeting with her. They knew that she'd been hired to cut costs, increase revenue and bring the company in the black. They knew it wasn't going to be pretty. The meeting so far had proven them right.
"I'll see what I can do." Ed replied glumly. Then Angela shifted her focus onto the next department head. She knew they could do it. They had to. It was her job to see that they did. She smiled inwardly, enjoying the challenge of bringing this group up to snuff. The previous VP had been lax, a quality that she didn't intend to bring to the table.
She had made a career out of being a hard hitter, of taking organizations by the throat and pushing them to accomplish things instead of resting on their laurels. Most who knew her saw a tough, demanding woman. One who managed her employees with a velvet fist.
Few knew her other side, and she preferred it that way.
By the time she got in her car to go home for the evening it was getting dark. It had been a tough day and she was ready to unwind. Her car chirped twice as she remotely unlocked it, it's interior lights coming on invitingly.
Sliding into the driver's seat she closed the door, turned on the ignition and then lifted her skirt up, past her knees and further until it was bunched around her waist. She had worn no panties or hose today. Her dark brown legs and shaved pussy felt the breeze of the car's air conditioning as she drove out of the parking lot.
Anyone in a vehicle further off the ground than her car would be able to see her womanhood when she passed near the streetlights. The thought made her excited and she caressed her left breast while she was stopped at a red light. Another car was beside her on the left but the driver was not seated high enough to see the way her skirt was raised.
No one saw her the entire time she was on the road, but she turned in her driveway quivering anyway. She had never done something like that before. Always in the past she'd been the consummate professional, the driven yet straight-laced lady. It had felt good to be wanton like that.
Inside the house she practically flew to the computer and punched the on button. She looked at the clock. It wasn't yet 9 pm. She had time to change into something a bit more comfortable. Standing up she began to strip, slowly enjoying the way the material felt against her skin as she shucked them. She was not thin, but not extremely overweight either. Men admired her long legs and dusky complexion.
She was a natural B cup, with large dark areolas and short, thick nipples. She wished that she could have gotten away with not wearing a bra to work in addition to being panty-less. Her professional demeanor however had to take precedent over any other considerations.
Going to her closet she took out a shoebox and opened it to reveal various leather cuffs. She selected two plain black ones and quickly snapped one on each wrist. Then she took out a plain silver necklace to which was attached a small cardboard sign with the word "Property" on it in black marker.
Her co-workers and family would have been shocked to see her acting this way, wearing the signs of her inner self. They were used to seeing her give orders, take charge of situations and people. It never occurred to them that a part of her longed to give that up, to have someone else be in charge.
Her friends and family might not know of Angela's desire to submit to a man, surrendering the control she maintained in all other areas of her life, but Anthony knew what she wanted. She had met him on-line two months back via a yahoo group for singles and now was chatting with him twice a week via the computer. Anthony loved taking charge. At first they had simply chatted about normal matters. Then one day after she had had a particularly grueling workday he'd told her to take a bubble bath. Yes, told her to.
She had laughed at that and told him she would. He'd responded that that was good because he'd be quite cross with her if she didn't. He also wanted her to email him the next day and describe what that bath had been like.
Intrigued by his demeanor she had taken that bath, and the bubbles had never felt more relaxing. The water soothed her, but so too did the thought that he had told her to do it. A strange mixture of emotions had run through her as she lay there soaking up the heat from the scented water.
