As had become Mark's morning routine at work, he scanned different websites viewing various images of Dominant woman on the internet while thinking about how long it had been since his last sexual encounter. His need for sex required a daily release, and his mind continually came back to his frustration. While he had become skilled at pleasing himself, teasing himself, and thinking about various situations he enjoyed, he missed being touched, realizing more and more that he needed to meet someone. Lately, he had become preoccupied with porn and found himself drawn to BDSM videos. He'd always liked being in control sexually, so it surprised him how the idea of being submissive to a woman was so arousing. And even more surprised, he had become obsessed with videos of larger, curvy, dominating woman. Something about the combination of a powerful, curvy woman excited him in ways he found compelling. As he continued to search for videos, his phone alerted him to the meeting he needed to attend.
He hated these meetings. His boss thought to bring in speakers from various industries and backgrounds helped his team develop a broader perspective on issues facing them. Mark found most of these to be a waste of time and preferred to sit in his cubicle playing with himself. The lack of attention from a woman weighed more and more on him. He felt lost and wished he had met a Dominant woman able to help him let go and enjoy. He was tired of being with women who wanted him to drive, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized he needed a Dominant woman in his life.
Sheri, the speaker for today's meeting, came from a local law firm. She was a senior partner and had a reputation for being no-nonsense and tough. Mark knew of her by reputation but had never seen or met her. While the idea of the meetings did not interest him very much, knowing the speaker was a dynamic "Type A" woman did interest him more so than usual.
He made his way to the conference room thinking more about the speaker herself than the content of the presentation. The conference room was large with a light-colored oval table in the middle. Around the table were twenty black bonded leather seats with mesh backing. In the back right corner, up against the large windows, was a table used to set up refreshments and food. He walked over to the table, greeted a couple of co-workers and grabbed a muffin and some coffee. He'd recently started imagining himself being bound to one of those chairs while a woman teased him and ended up climbing on top of him to go for a ride. His mind seemed to be always thinking about some scenario involving a sexy woman rendering him helpless.
While he poured his coffee, Sheri arrived. Mark's back was to the room, so he did not realize Sheri came until she tapped him on the shoulder. "Coffee smells good, and I could use a cup for sure. Long night last night," said Sheri as she smiled.
Mark thought she seemed to be thinking about something amusing, but then she looked him directly in the eyes and introduced herself. They shook hands, and he noticed how firm of a grip Sheri had and how he felt as if she was scrutinizing him. Mark felt his cock move a bit as Sheri looked at him, still smiling. For a moment, he thought she was looking at him in the same way a starving person might look at food. "Get me a cup of coffee, Mark. Black, please," she requested. Without thinking, Mark did exactly what Sheri told him to do. She had moved to the head of the table and started to remove some papers and notes as she sat down. Mark brought the coffee over and placed it in front of her. Sheri whispered, "Good boy! I enjoy men who do as they're told." Her comments took him back a bit, and he found himself only able to smile and shake his head. "Do you need anything else?" Mark could not believe he asked her that. "Why, thank you for asking. Yes, some ice water would be good. Make sure there's lots of ice!"
Mark walked back over to the refreshments table and realized he had gotten hard. In fact, he could not walk as effortlessly and freely as usual and wondered if anyone else noticed. Mark filled a glass with ice, added water and walked back to her, still hard and, if anything, getting harder. When he sat the glass down in front of her, Sheri motioned for him to come close as though Sheri was going to tell him a secret. "Having a little trouble walking, Mark?" Sheri laughed, and he felt his cock even getting harder. "There is not enough ice in the water, Mark. I thought I made it clear what I expected. You will find it much more fun when you listen and do what I ask. Get me a glass with more ice now, Mark. I need to start the presentation, and you are holding me up."
