He walked in the door and dropped his bags. He stood tall and somewhat defiant – very unlike all the others I interviewed that day. I got up form my desk and chair, clipboard in hand. I walked around him and made my notes: height, 5 feet ten inches; estimated weight, 170 – all muscle; hair and eyes, blue black and deep brown; skin, caramel. 'What a sight,' I thought as I circled him.
"Name?" I snapped crisply after I made my notes. I continued to pace around him. I saw that it made him nervous. I liked that. My heels made me nearly as tall as he was. The delicate swish of my short leather skirt against my thigh high nylons made his head turn. I smiled to myself. His eyes followed my silk shirt; the fabric pulled tight across my chest.
"Trigg, - my Lady," he answered evenly. I caught his slight hesitation. None of the other applicants called me that. Many said "Mistress," "Madam," or even simply calling my name. None called me "my Lady." I became curious, intrigued. I stopped my pacing in front of him. I leaned against my desk and took off my glasses. I took a good hard look. I raised an eyebrow to the hard nipples poking out from his thin undershirt. I watched growing bulge in his well worn jeans. 'Hmm,' I thought, 'This one is very different from the rest.'
"Why did you bring your bags?" I asked. "Do you really think I will choose you?"
"No, my Lady," he said breathlessly. The bulge in his pants grew by the moment. "But I brought them anyway," he finished.
"Why?" I snapped. I enjoyed watching him squirm. 'He's arrogant,' I thought to myself. That fact alone made me want to break him all the more. I continued my planned interview.
"Because - " he hesitated again, groping for the words. "Because I need to please you, my Lady."
"Is that so? " I mocked. "Well, let's see what you have to offer me, yes? Undress. Now"
With deliberate slowness, he took off his clothes piece by piece. The boots came off first, then his socks, jeans and undershirt. Off came his overstuffed jock strap. 'Yes, indeed,' I purred to myself. His hot naked body stood before me. I got up and walked to my chair. I sat and donned my glasses again. His skin barely kept the thick muscles of his body in place. His rock hard nipples jutted out and offered themselves to me. His thin torso did nothing to hide his apparent strength. His sculptured legs involuntarily flexed under my scrutiny. I managed to control myself. His thick cock began to stiffen under my gaze.
With a coldness that surprised even myself, I said only one word to him, "Hold." I picked up the phone on my desk. I paged my secretary and spoke at some length on rescheduling the rest of my day. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye. I looked from my schedule book and gave him a hard look. His face froze. I saw goose bumps rise on his chest. He stopped smiling. His cock jumped involuntarily. I graced him with a small smile. I finished my conversation and hung up. I stood and walked to him again. I walked around him never touching his body. Yes, I did want to try this one out.
"On your hands and knees," I ordered. I stopped behind him and watched his tight ass. The skin was firm and dimpled. "Ass up," I snapped. Within two seconds his chest hit the floor. "Bear down," I said. He complied in short order. I knew I liked him then. The view of his ass crack was delicious. I wanted to see how far he would go. "Now, spread your cheeks with your hands," I said. I watched again as he obeyed my command. To my surprise, his little hole winked at me several times with excitement. His erect cock throbbed. I knew he was my new toy then.
I went back to my desk and pulled the file I had on him. His application was intact. I walked around this "Trigg" as I read over his new file. From the form I found out all his desires, dislikes, kinks, abilities, past relationships and best of all his safeword, "baby." I felt the excitement build in me. I dropped his file back on the desk and decided on the last pat of the interview.
Plan in mind, I reached into a side drawer and picked out my lightest thinnest rod. I went back to his kneeling form. I saw the nervous sweat trickle down his back. I lifted my skirt just a little and straddled his tense body. Between my legs was his tender ass. With relish I delivered four sharp cracks to his exposed bottom in slow succession. With the first blow Trigg tried to stifle his cries. By the last blow he couldn't hold it in any longer. What a sweet cry it was. I felt my juices flow. I moved from my position and bent to his ear. I saw a single tear fall down his cheek.
"Never. Make. Me. Wait." I whispered.
"Yes, my Lady," he said hoarsely as I took the rod and tapped it very lightly on his ass. I rubbed it on his little hole and grinned at the chills it gave him. "Yes, my Lady," he said again in a whisper.
"I'm glad we understand each other," I breathed in his ear. "Now, here are your duties. You are to exercise everyday for thirty minutes. Eat when you are hungry. Drink when you are thirsty. Relieve yourself if you must. Starting now your mouth and your prick have only one purpose – my pussy. Clear?"
"Yes, my Lady," He answered meekly.
"Good," I snapped. "Now get up and get dressed." I walked way from his kneeling form and sat at my desk. I watched him stand unsteadily. I then ignored him as I threw away the rest of the applications. As I set my desk to rights I saw that smile on his face out of the corner of my eye. 'Still arrogant are we?' I said to myself.
"On second thought," I said in a cold voice. "Put on your socks and boots only." I stood and walked around my desk. I sat on the edge of it and said, "Come here." I watched him delicately walk to the desk. His boots made no sound on the floor. His white socks just peeked over the edge of the leather. His erect cock stood out before him like the prow of a ship. "Stroke that cock – but don't come," I said.
"Yes, my Lady," he answered and began to ride his fisted hand.
"That's right," I purred, "Get it nice and hard." I turned away from him and retrieved the rod. I straightened out the piles of papers on my desk and rearranged them to my liking. I heard Trigg's labored breathing and it sent ripples through my sex. I truly enjoyed this new toy. I finished fiddling around and turned back to him. The sweat dripped from his body. I decided to break him then
Taking hold of the rod, I stood and walked around him again. I stopped behind him. I tapped the rod on the backs of his knees. "Bend your knees," I said quietly and watched him obey. I leaned over to his shoulder. "C'mon," I whispered, "Don't hold back. Stroke it hard. Make it feel really good." His whole body shook. He began to grunt a little with each hard stroke. "Ah- ah!" I chided, " No holding back."
"Yes, uhn, yes, my Lady," he barely whispered. He stroked himself harder to my delight.
"Lean forward," I instructed. I directed his heaving shoulders forward with the rod. "One hand on the desk," I said. I watched excitedly as the sweat and pre-come dripped from his engorged dick. "There now," I purred, " Doesn't that feel better?"