Seven Days of Service – Day Four
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Thursday morning, and promptly at 10:00 a.m. my visitor strode through my office door, locked it and marched up to the front of my desk. Only four days into our period of service demanded, service provided, and this had already become a ritual.
Unknown to her however, I lusted for this moment. The vision of her beautiful body, bared before me in submission, was intoxicating. Her power over me in submission was stronger than any arrogance she ever displayed before me in the past, a fact that I was determined to hide from her.
As she opened her blouse for my inspection and lifted her skirt to display her obedience to my instructions, my cock obediently rose to worship at the altar of her beauty, although she was unable to see it right now, tucked beneath my desk out of sight.
However, in the guise of humiliating her further, I knew I had to taste her once more. Directing her around my desk to my side, I motioned her to lift her skirt again, exposing her damp sex to me.
As I watched her face, I noted that she no longer shut her eyes or bit her lips at my request. Instead, she was looking directly into my eyes, as though she was now expecting what was about to happen next. Reaching between her thighs, I slowly drew my hand across her vagina, soaking my fingers in her arousal, and reaching back up to my mouth, I slowly licked her essence from my hand. This was becoming a compulsion, an awkward one at that.
I dismissed her, reminding her that our staff meeting was about to take place, hoping that she'd remembered my instructions from the night before. Closing my door at her departure, I sat back into my chair and tried to compose myself. I didn't have enough time to jerk-off before the meeting, so I had to get my shit together so I wouldn't embarrass the lot of us.
As the senior manager, I sat at the head of the conference room table, with Cathy sitting on my right as assistant manager. Our project leads were arranged down the table on each side as they reported to us; hers on her side, mine on my side.
Her powerhouse was Sonia, a woman as strong and as testy as Cathy. She was now on my project, I suspected, because their infamous spats had finally driven Cathy to dump her into my project to get rid of her. What she hadn't anticipated however, was her own assignment into my project as well.
The other assigned lead from her department was a rather nerdy young man by the name of Arthur—not Art—but Arthur. I was considered gifted in math when I was in college and beyond, but he dwelt in a land of his own making, often bewildering those about him who tried to understand his complex calculations. But those who took the time to decipher his cryptic comments were amply rewarded with amazing insight into the management of their project. He was difficult, but not impossible.
Nervously, I watched carefully as the meeting launched into full swing. Cathy sat by my side as my project managers began discussing the parameters of the list that they'd been presented. They were used to my style and had a free and open brainstorming session as I sat back quietly and observed.
Cathy's leads simply sat back and watched her, not willing to offer anything of substance to the meeting. Cathy on the other hand, appeared to have listened to my instructions and was paying attention to the comments floating about the table, and taking notes as I'd instructed.
Once in a while I saw her tense up as if to say something, but a glance from me silenced her, and she jotted down more notes. Every now and then, I saw her scratch out something and add more. I was interpreting that as changing her mind, a good thing in a collective discussion.
As the meeting progressed and her silence continued, her project leads began to become a little braver, offering suggestions of their own to counter or complement those of their peers. They still stole a look at their manager from time to time, as if to expect some sort of retribution for their audacity. Still, Cathy managed to retain her composure.
Finally, everything wound down to a standstill, and the project leads looked to us for comments. Nodding to Cathy, I encouraged her to address her team, and to my relief she began the summary with a compliment to the team for their input, and described a perfectly sensible composite of everyone's suggestions for working the next stage of the project.
My leads were completely comfortable with the way the meeting had gone, but I noticed that hers were a little suspicious regarding the way things had turned out. Hopefully, they would have an opportunity to get used to this process, as Cathy and I continued her "sensitivity training." Things were moving along rather quickly now.
After the meeting finished, I slipped off for a long lunch hour to pick up the items on the latest list that Hattie had passed to me the night before. These items I was a little less comfortable with, and when I returned to my office, I spent a considerable amount of time on-line looking up information on their purpose and use.
Finally I was convinced that I might be able to move into this new area of bondage with a fair degree of confidence and resolved to try one of them out that evening. Sending a note to Cathy to prepare another meal for two at my home this evening as usual, I reminded her that all current conditions remained the same.
The day went by fairly quickly and once again I took an opportunity to return home a little early to prepare for the evening ahead. I was still a little concerned about the use of the new items, but resolved to give them a try one at a time, to see what kind of response they'd elicit from Cathy. I was hoping that my edginess wasn't going to show through this evening.
As before, I'd just finished dressing from my shower when the doorbell rang. As if I were about to answer a curtain call, I composed myself and let Cathy in, securely locking the door as she passed into the living room. This time she didn't bother checking whether I was going to continue our venue or not, simply removing her clothing as she headed for the kitchen.
I wandered in after her, and after assuring myself that she was having the same effect on me as she usually did, I returned to the living room to wait until she was done with our meal. It soon occurred to me that I'd be missing some pretty fine cooking when this service period was over, as well as the superb visual treat of her deliciously sensual body moving about my home.
Dinner was called and proved to be yet another excellent presentation. I remarked to Cathy that she'd done a really bang-up job during the entire day, and that it'd been a long, long time since I'd eaten meals as fine as she'd cooked up in my house for us. This was the first time that I'd actually complimented her on her cooking, and I could see that the praise was well received.
I had continued to pointedly examine her physical attributes during the dinner as well, and she had begun to unconsciously pose her body in subtle ways to display herself to her best advantage, while trying to maintain a semblance of aloofness by frowning at me in disapproval.
Instead of giving her instructions this time, I simply got up from the table, excused myself and returned to the living room to see what she would do.
It was a very few minutes later when she sauntered back into the living room with a couple of cold brews in her hand. Stopping in front of me, she offered me one, then just backed off a half step and waited for me to begin our little 'exercise'.
As I sat there on the couch, things remained pretty much as they had the first couple of nights. Me with my traitorous erection directed at her; her standing before me naked except for a velvet collar around her neck, and each of us with a long neck in our hand. She glanced over at the blindfold and the handcuffs sitting on the end table of the couch, a question in her eyes. In a moment, my dear, I thought.
I missed this view all day today, so I was in no hurry to wander into riskier parts of my plan for tonight. Besides, we both needed a few minutes to finish our beers. While we were doing just that, I asked Cathy how she happened to acquire her marvelous skills in the kitchen, which I assured her were considerable.
A dark cloud came over her face, and she took in a deep breath. I got the feeling that I'd pulled another scab from one of her personal sores, but it was a question that was too late to retract. This gal was proving to be more complex than I'd originally assumed.
"It was another one of my father's backup plans for me in case my current career plans went to hell." she began. "His deal with me was two years of culinary school, fully paid for. If I completed that successfully, he'd foot the bill on my four year degree plan in marketing. He was so sure that I wouldn't make it in marketing that he forced me to pack a 'girlie' parachute before I even started," she continued bitterly. "What he didn't know was that I was one of only four women in a class of 85 students in culinary school."
We both took another pull on our longnecks, looking at each other carefully. "It would appear that he cared for you very much, Cathy, despite his rather old-fashioned, chauvinistic outlook on life. He didn't have to do any of that for you, did he?" The look on her face right now showed a very conflicted woman, and I was thinking carefully about how to change that to the positive.
Finishing up our beers, we were ready for the exercise, or at least I was. I got up, took the blindfold from the table and secured it snugly around her head. Then, picking up the handcuffs, I secured her arms behind her back once more. This time she was a little bit less resistant to my efforts and soon we were both standing still, her blind and secure, and me full of doubt and apprehension.
Checking that she remembered 'the safe' words once again, I leaned into the side of her face and asked, "Do you remember who you belong to during this service period?"
She nodded her head and whispered, "You."
