I am sitting on my heels, naked, on the carpet in the living room of my apartment as I do every night from 7pm until 8pm. My back is to the unlocked door as I wait for Him or whomever He may send. My mind recalls the events of the past year that changed my life and brought me to my present circumstances.
My name is Melinda and most people call me Mel. He calls me 'slut'. I was three years out of college when I came to work for the company which He owns. My first year, I worked as gofer in the marketing department for George Wilson, until the day when He came in to see George. I saw Him looking at me, He was studying me. I was embarrassed and I guess I blushed. I thought His eyes were undressing me and I felt naked under His gaze. My nipples stiffened and my pussy got wet. I had never met a man who affected me like that. Two weeks went by and while I didn't forget Him, the memory of Him receded in my mind until the day Human Resources called me down and told me I was reassigned to Him. I was to report to Him first thing Monday morning to be His personal assistant.
I spent the entire weekend buying new clothes to wear when I reported to Him. I was there early, waiting for Him in the outer office. He walked past me with no more that a glance at me and went into His office and closed the door. I stood there and waited beside the desk that I thought would be mine; I just didn't know what to do. After about twenty minutes the intercom squawked,
"Come in here." It was a command.
I walked to His door, knocked and entered.
"I chose you to be my PA and I expect you to carry out any instructions I give you with out hesitation and to the best of your ability. I expect you be here before I come to work and leave after I do and wear what I deem is appropriate. If you can't do as I ask you will be history. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir, I understand."
"Good girl. Is what you are wearing new?"
"Yes sir, it is."
"It pleases me. You may wear it again. If you wear something I don't like, I will tell you and you won't wear it again. Understood?"
"Yes sir, understood."
"Go to your desk, answer the phone and wait for further instructions."
That interview set the tone for my future. It was 'yes sir, 'no sir', 'do this, do that.' By the time the day was done I was all 'Sired' out and worn out trying to please Him. As a person, I was of no interest to Him. Weeks went by and only a few of my outfits were unsatisfactory and I grew to like my job. He was brusque and commanding but I guess I was capable because He never complained about my work.
About a month after I started as His PA, He told we were going to dinner the following evening. I was to wear or bring clothing suitable to wear to a fine restaurant. I brought a little black cocktail dress, stocking and my best lingerie and black stilettos. We worked until 6pm and left for dinner at 7pm. Dinner was at Touché', a new and trendy restaurant and very expensive. Three different wines with dinner had me flying. Surprisingly, He was charming at dinner. I didn't learn much about Him except that He was divorced and He had two children, one in college and one in graduate school. The rest of the evening was about me. He learned my whole history, my growing up in a small Midwestern town, my going to a state university and my coming to New York to find a career. By the time dinner was over it was ten o'clock. He had the door man hail a cab and He sent back to my two bed room apartment in Brooklyn and to my three female room mates. I had a good time but I was left with the feeling that the evening was incomplete. The next day I was into work before Him and again as usual He ignored me when He came in. No mention was made of our dinner until the next week when he said,
"We are going out to dinner tonight." He never asks, He tells me.
"But sir, I don't have a change of clothes."
"You won't need a change. We will leave here at six."
At six fifteen we were on the sidewalk entering a limousine and by seven we were in an Italian restaurant in Queens. There were a lot of tough looking guys there but He felt right at home. He even knew some of them. The dinner was delicious, He ordered every thing for me, and He never asked me what I wanted. The wine flowed just like the last dinner and I was giggling when we got into the limo. We drove along the bay on the way back to Brooklyn and when we got to the lower harbor He had the driver stop. We got out and walked along the path to watch the ships coming and going. It was a cool September night. We paused by a railing and he was pointing out what to look for when I felt Him move behind me. His arm was over my shoulder so that I could look along His finger and then he leaned into my back. I could feel His hard cock against my ass as he pressed me into the low fence. I didn't move or protest when his other hand cupped my breast and pinched my nipple. In fact I moaned.
"You like that don't you slut."
The answer was automatic.
"Yes sir."
That night I got my new name. I felt Him lift my skirt and then I felt His cock between my thighs. I leaned back against Him. I wanted Him inside of me. I moved my hips to rub my clit on His cock.
"You are wearing panties. Never wear them again when you are with me.
"Yes sir, never again."
"This is because you wore them tonight."
He bent me over the low railing, keeping my skirt up around my waist, pulled my panties down to my knees and then he spanked me. Cars were whizzing by and there were even a few pedestrians across the street. Right there in public I let Him spank me because I had displeased Him. I don't know where the feeling came from but I knew I deserved it. The pain in my ass moved right to my pussy and I was soaked. He made me remove my panties and give them to Him when we got in the car. We sat side by side for a few minutes until He put His arm around my shoulder and pulled me to Him. My head was in His lap and His cock was in front of my face. Without a word from Him I took it in my mouth and sucked Him off. When he came in my mouth I came too.
"Don't ever do that again," HE said.
"Don't ever suck you off sir?" I said, not believing my ears.
"No that you will do every day, just don't ever cum with out permission."
I had worked for Him for two months and now I was His daily cocksucker. The next morning when He came in He beckoned me to follow Him into His office. He sat in His chair, opened His pants, pointed to the floor before Him and I knelt and did my duty but just before He came, He pulled out of my mouth and pumped His load into the panties I had worn last night.
"Put these on now," was His command.
