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."
Mark went back and got a glass full of ice for her. Sheri thanked him and told him to take his seat. He walked back thinking about what had just happened. How did Sheri do that to him? He remained hard, and all he could think about was her whispering in his ear. He took his seat as Sheri started her presentation. All Mark thought of was her voice and her large breasts.
Her presentation focused on issues related to intellectual property protection and what steps software companies needed to take to reduce the likelihood of problems down the road. Her style was succinct and polemical. Mark enjoyed her talk and felt as if she specifically made efforts to speak to him in a nonverbal manner. Sheri made direct eye contact and at times seemed to almost stop and gaze at him throughout the meeting. He noticed at times she looked away, with a slight movement of her eyelashes and then looked back at him again. Mark saw one time she discreetly licked her lips as she made eye contact with him. He took these as signs of her interest in him. At one point he noticed she slowly stroked her the handle of her coffee cup while again making eye contact. Aroused by her signals of interest, he found himself excited and hard all over again.
After about an hour, Sheri announced there would be a fifteen-minute break since she needed to make a call. Everyone started to leave the room. Just before Mark exited, he heard Sheri bark, "Mark, I need you to help me." He turned around and walked over to the end of the table to see what Sheri needed. When he approached her, she did not look up at him. "Mark, I need to make a call. Is there a private conference room or office available? This is a private call, so I need to be able to lock the door and have complete privacy." Sheri looked up at him and gently twirled her hair. "Can you carry my things and take me to an appropriate place?" Mark looked at her small pile of papers and folders and realized Sheri had carried everything in and did not understand why she asked him. He started to say something, but she interrupted, "Did you not understand me? Pick them up and show me where we can have some privacy."
Her tone surprised him, and his first instinct was to tell her where to take her papers and all. He did not like how she spoke to him. She had looked up at him, and they made eye contact. Suddenly, her beauty and the knowing expression she seemed to have made his knees weak. He found her sexy and his small brain took over. "Sure, of course. Let me get your stuff, and I can find you a place to make your call." He grabbed her stuff and started towards the door. By now, everyone had left and had shut the door. When they neared the door, Mark stepped aside to let her open the door. Sheri did not make any effort to reach for the door, and he looked at her obviously confused.
