It had been a long day of budget meetings and nothing was coming together as planned which seemed to be pare for the course this year. Walking past my admin Kathy with a sour glance and one of those "this sucks" looks on my face and into my office I dropped my stack of folders on the desk and flopped into my chair. I glumly listened to voice mail messages and scanned a long list of new work emails as I finished the last of my now ice cold coffee.
I hadn't yet noticed the "new" email indicator on my iPad which sat next to me on the desk...
Not feeling like doing anything after such a discouraging morning, I found myself leaning back in my chair staring into space getting more and more pissed with every passing second; I'd surely be spending the holiday weekend at the office. I was out of time and budget presentations would begin on Tuesday whether I was ready or not.
My wife was still at our vacation home in Florida so not that big a deal I tried to tell myself, but shit, I had plans to go to the Boat & Camping show maybe the pistol range and certainly to watch football until my eyes were bloodshot! Yup, the perfect weekend to relax... and now all that was out the window.
Resigned to my situation I reached for a pad of paper and begin creating my weekend "to do" list. It was then I noticed your email. Although pleased as I knew it was from you, I was also a bit surprised. You used an email account we normally only use for chat. An email account I've never shared with anyone but you. No matter, at least a ray of sunshine in an otherwise crappy day. I always love hearing from you.
You have been my Mistress for just the past three months. We met on EP after I posted a story about wishing to have my orgasms controlled by a stranger. You had commented on the story, a weird mix of comment and question rolled into one. I could tell you were curious and poking around a bit to see what my response would be. A lot of course has happened since that day. We became friends and even hot passionate lovers during a recent visit to your home that found us fucking in your pool within an hour of my arrival. Your "man-toy" for the day you called me.
All that however was behind us now, I was back in Ohio and you were in Florida. Our normal day to day worlds limit our D/s play to online and communications. Mostly via email and chat exchanges, although on occasion we would speak on the phone. Although you are the D in our relationship, every once and a while when you feel the need ..."to be taken ... to be treated like a cock slave ... to let your inner slut out" you tell me, we have switched roles.
Those are the times you need to hear my voice ... commanding you to your knees as I push my meaty cock past your lips and down your throat until you gag ... commanding you to spread your legs wider so I can drill your pussy hard over and over ... and finally bending you over so I can finish by stretching your tight little ass until you scream ... leaving you with my cum dripping from every hole ... completely used, smelling of my juices.
... But I digress. Greatly.
Opening your email I begin reading ...
Sub *******,
To fulfill Mistress's weekend requests, a field trip must be first taken to the Adam & Eve retail store at the Sawmill Center. You will purchase the following items and enlist the help of one of the female store associates. You need to get it right.
The activities I have planned for the merchandise will be described in an ensuing email that will come to you later this evening or perhaps we will discuss them in greater detail.
I want you to hand this email to the store associate. No need to apologize or feel the least bit embarrassed. They're used to assisting slaves and subs that must complete a number of personal tasks for their Mistresses.
You will purchase the following. If the item is not available (I'm looking at the online catalog), ask the store expert to recommend something similar:
- The DVD "70s Porn", a compilation of low budget goodies . . . the cream of the crop at the time. If not available, we're looking for unpolished porn, which marks the time period I believe.
- The "Rings of Hell" product. Not sure if they have but something similar that will ensnare your raging cock will suffice. The rings are connected in ascending size order with the first one, I believe, anchored below your scrotum. You have my permission to discuss your cock size with the helpful store associate.
- On page one of adamandeve.com, a short-time free offer is the "Waterproof Delight" vibrator, a "beginner's" 5.5" device for which I have very special plans to use on you. If that's unavailable, surely there's something similar to purchase. You may not get anything smaller. Larger is in fact better. You know exactly how we are going to use this so keep that in mind.
- Purchase a lube that is best for anal use. Again, the expert will gladly make a recommendation.
To My Pleasure,
Mistress
I sit stunned as I finish...
You have never told me to do anything like this before. All of your tasks to this point have been low key and very private, just between us. Just simple denial, masturbation and some role play type stuff, like stripping and photographing myself in the restroom.
You of course know all my fantasies ... one of which is to be sexually embarrassed and humiliated. You had months ago forced me to share them all, even the deepest darkest ones. And I had done as instructed. I always do.
Could I really do this I think and actually go through with it?
This time would be different. If you say I must, than I will as I would never let you down.
My heart is racing although I'm not sure if I'm having a panic attack or am just super excited.
I'm simultaneously filled with emotion and fear.
I'm a senior executive at one of the largest employers in the area, I live in this town and know a lot of people. What if someone sees me ... what if the sales associate knows me ... what if she moonlights in our customer service department ... what if she is the daughter of one of my employees ... what would I do then ... would I still go through with it?
I'm clearly panicking I think ... however if I'm panicking why is my cock getting so hard?
Calming myself down a bit I remember it's only Thursday and I have two days to figure out what to do. To come up with a plan, to decide if I can go through with this or not.
And just then I see another email from you come through ...
For an instant I think, maybe it will say .... JUST KIDDING SWEETIE! Just wanted to get-the-blood flowing.
And although much of me wanted to see those words, there was another part of me continuing to grow in my pants that hoped I would not.
Opening the email I realize quickly that my cock would not be disappointed, however I was completely mortified by what I read ...
Sorry my sub, but I forgot to tell you in the earlier email ...
... be sure to keep good mental notes about your experiences and how you feel performing for me this weekend. You will write story about your weekend adventures that you will then post on EP. Sharing ALL of the details with your friends. I'm guessing that will be very humiliating for you.
Think about this for me while looking at the items you must purchase...
... think about what I'll make you do with them. Think about how embarrassed you'll be as you perform for me. Maybe I'll have you set up a video chat so I can watch. Mmmmm ...my younger sister is in town, maybe we'll both watch. Would you like that? Would you be embarrassed?
Think about sitting there after finishing your story for EP and hitting submit. Think about all of your EP friends reading your story. Think about their shock. Think about sharing with the world what I demanded from 700 miles away. Just think about that for the next couple days .....
I was thinking about it alright. And even though I was sure it would be the most embarrassing and humiliating thing I may ever experience, my cock was ROCK HARD!
Not a surprise I guess given it is my fantasy after all, I shared it with you, and you are now simply forcing me to turn my fantasy into reality ....
This is after all what I crave ...
Shutting down my computer and grabbing my coat I head to the restaurant for dinner with some business partners ... tomorrow will be another day ... and more importantly a day closer to completing my task.
Friday morning ...
I'm at work very early as I have a "weekends worth" of work to get finished. My weekend plans have changed a bunch since getting your email. All for the good of course and I'm still very excited.
And although I'm making good headway I also find myself struggling to remain focused.
I begin reflecting a bit on my situation ...
... sitting in my office, turning to the left and looking through the floor to ceiling glass wall that forms one side of the office I see my staff. Turning to my right and out the window I enjoy a lake view that is coveted by the select few that have offices in the executive wing. I sit behind a large mahogany desk in my high-back leather executive chair and am equipped with the finest of all office electronics and any other implement I could ever need. I have a full time assistant that caters to my every whim, even down to ensuring my newspaper is always on my desk and open to the proper page before I arrive.
I have significant power and authority within the organization. I am the go to person, the person that always gets the last word, the person that no one in their right mind would ever challenge. The person that is never told what or how to do anything, and if you ever tried a bloodbath would certainly ensue, and I would without question be the last man standing. When I say jump, the only question is ... how high sir?
I reflect on this for one obvious reason ...
...tomorrow a young lady in her mid 20's will tell me to do things that I can't even make myself do. And I know that I will not only do what she tells me, when she tells me, and how she tells me, I also know I would beg her to allow me to do so.
How can one person be both these people, the power hungry executive and at the same time an eager little submissive to a woman my daughters age?
The answer of course is simple ...
... you are allowing me to be who I am ... and I am both of these people. I receive thrill and satisfaction from both. The difference being that the powerful executive is admired by others, put on a pedestal for others to worship.
