At work, she was his boss. They were happy with that, and he was proud of her. She was bloody good at her job, and earned the respect of everyone she worked with.
They worked Brand & Coulson, a campaigning organization, affiliated to half a dozen unions and pressure groups. When there was an issue which needed to be publicized, or some lobbying pressure needing to be brought to bear, then often B&C would be called in and asked to take on the brief.
Lisa was their best campaign manager. She knew how to ask the right questions at the initial meetings, and then motivate the team to produce an innovative approach that delighted the clients and had the right impact.
James was the team researcher. He took the client request and dug deep until he knew what the real issues were, who was affected and what really needed to be done. This information he then fed to Lisa who used it to mould the campaign.
It was a good partnership, and they worked well together; the bright outspoken Lisa with her ready smile and pugnacious manner, and James who was quieter, empathetic and more thoughtful.
But sitting in the restaurant, they were no longer a manager and team member celebrating their latest success. They were a couple, enjoying each other's company. And they were a Master and his submissive, rejoicing in their relationship.
While they were together like this, he would exert a subtle control that only they were aware of. This evening, apart from dictating her clothing, he had directed her not to speak to anyone, but to speak only through him. And, whenever she did speak to him, she was to call him Master. For someone used to giving orders, this was an exquisite form of bondage, tied to his awareness of her needs. She also loved the public acknowledgment of her relationship to him and knew how much it meant to him.
He looked into her eyes and smiled his warmth at her, and as always, she felt her heart flip at his look of adoration. He wasn't a Master who used distance and coldness to maintain control. At work he strictly maintained the courtesy of a professional working relationship, but alone with her his love was obvious.
Gently he reached out and cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her lips. Without even being aware of it, she bent her head into his hand, giving her mouth to his questing finger. His caress sent tingles through her, and with wonder she felt her increase in arousal.
He seemed to be able to look deep into her, to expose her deepest needs and desires. For all her abilities at work, she had sought to find a man who was strong enough for her to rest against, a man to whom she could give herself body mind and soul. But in addition, she longed for a Master, someone who would set her boundaries and discipline her if she stepped over them. She desired a man who celebrated her sexuality, and appreciated the gift of her submissive service. And in James, she had found all this, and in addition, someone who sought always to nurture her to become the submissive woman she knew herself to be.
His touch now was more than the act of a lover, it was a Master appreciating the beauty and softness of his submissive.
To him, she was more beautiful than any other woman he knew, a beauty of spirit that bound him to her stronger than the ropes they sometimes used at home. Of course she was physically attractive; there were plenty in the restaurant who would acknowledge that. She was dressed in a simple low cut dress made of a rich blue satin. The hem was short, as he had ordered, and he knew that in her high heels she was extremely sexy. At 5ft 5 she always looked up into his eyes, even wearing her highest heels.
But underneath the dress, there was a secret. Again, according to her Master's wishes, she was wearing what he had laid out for her that evening – a red and black embroidered Basque and hold ups. Without panties, and wearing such a short dress, she felt exposed, available, and extremely wet. Her Master was teaching her how to be always aware of her feminine sexuality, and often worked with her to increase her physical need for him.
Indeed, in the last few months, he had instituted a regime that left her little choice but to be aware. Every morning, after her shower, he required her to masturbate for twenty minutes, but not to orgasm. And then after work, while changing from her suit into casual wear, again she had to masturbate for a further twenty minutes without achieving orgasm. Apart from this, there was still play time, but as always, she was only allowed to climax with his permission. The very act of having to monitor and control her responses like this was like an aphrodisiac, and served to heighten the sensations of release when they were finally granted her.
Tonight was one of those when James was obviously in the mood to play with her, and Lisa was acutely aware of her hunger for him, along with a deep desire to please him in anyway she could.
Throughout the meal he touched her lightly, or stroked her face or bare arm. Each time was like a small shock for her, and each timed served to twist her desire up a notch. By the time the meal was finished, she was convinced that the seat was sodden with her juices. But she didn't care. As long as her Master was pleased with her, that was sufficient, and then she felt safe in His arms.
After the meal was over, as they walked back the car, Lisa felt as if her sex had swollen to become a peach. She was so hungry for him, and she would have given anything for a room nearby where she could open herself to him immediately.
In the car, before they set off, James spoke.
"I love you my dear. You are my wonderful submissive and my joy."
Before she could speak, he then leaned forward and kissed her, firmly and deeply. Lisa felt her breath become short, and any thought of answering was lost in the haze that filled her mind.
In silence they traveled back. Once the car was parked and they were inside the house, James took Lisa by the hand and led her up into the bedroom.
Once more her kissed her, and then looked carefully into her eyes, fathoming her need.
"Are you ready?"
Only two words were required, and she breathed them out in submission and thanks.
"Yes Master"
He stepped away from her, and then bade her turn round. With her back to him, she felt him undo the clasp of her dress and pull down the zipper. With straps off her shoulders, the garment slipped from her like the husk of a dead skin – revealing her flesh in the ornamented undergarments. Her full breasts and her hips swelling out from her waist with their richness never failed to arouse James. The roundness of her bottom was an invitation to his desire to spank her, but for the moment, he deferred that pleasure.
As she waited, James fetched the blindfold and tied it over her eyes. With her sight now gone, Lisa was even more aware of how her body ached for him. The material of the Basque rubbed her stiffened nipples. Her skin warmed under his touch. Between her legs there was warm moisture seeping down her thighs.
