I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 34th floor. Being country born and bred I had never liked high buildings and I held my breath as I was rushed upwards. I looked in the mirror and straightened my tie, made sure my hair was neat and soon the doors quietly opened and I stepped out into the plush decor of the executive suites.
I approached the expensively dressed receptionist and before I could speak she said, "Mr. Wilson? Please go down that corridor to room eight, Ms. Green is expecting you."
I smiled my thanks and followed her directions down the thick wool carpeted corridor, located room eight, knocked and entered, to be greeted by another secretary.
"Ah, Mr. Wilson, please come in, Ms. Green will be with you in a few minutes, would you like coffee or tea while you wait?"
"No, but I would like a glass of water," I replied and sat on one of the soft armchairs, laughing to myself that I wished they would call me Matt or Sir, I wasn't used to this "Mister" stuff.
"Certainly Mr. Wilson", Miss Efficiency said and left the room. She soon returned with a crystal glass of clear water on a small silver tray, obviously no expense spared for the executives of this company.
After a few minutes the intercom buzzed and a lady's voice said, "Send Mr. Wilson in please Celeste, and you may leave for the day, see you in the morning."
Celeste rose and ushered me to the door to the inner sanctum; I smiled my thanks and entered, closing the door and Celeste behind me. The sheer size of the office and the class of the furniture almost took my breath away as I strode toward the large desk near the tall glass windows.
Behind the desk sat Ms. Green, immaculately dressed and not a hair out of place. She stood as I reached the desk and held out a hand in welcome, she was shorter than I had expected. Her hair was blond and pulled back off her face, and of course the makeup was impeccable. The smile was confident and delightful and her figure was very trim.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Wilson, please sit down and make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you, and please call me Matt," I replied as I sat on the chair.
"Great, and please call me Kristen, I do prefer first names whenever possible. Now Matt as I said on the phone on Monday your services were recommended to me by Deanne. I have known her for many years and when I saw her last week she was looking absolutely wonderful. It didn't take too much persuasion for her to tell me of her dealings with you. As you can see I am in a very controlling position in my job and I have had a great need for many years to give up that control and submit to a dominant man. It was a fantasy I thought would never come true, most the men I come in contact with are wimps, but when I heard of your services my hopes soared. So here you are," Kristen stopped and gave a girlish giggle and blushed, "Oh, I am dominating the conversation, I am sorry, I am a bit nervous"
"That's fine Kristen and being nervous is understandable. You are about to break a pattern of control that has been part of your life for many years and it takes courage to do that. Now, Celeste, what does she think I am here for?"
"Celeste thinks that you are an investment advisor from one of the large banks and with the suit and the large briefcase you do look the part so there will be no problems with her or any of the other staff." Kristen rose from her desk and locked the office door. "All the offices are sound proofed too so what happens here is just between you and I."
"Before we commence do you have any questions? Anything that has occurred to you since our long talk on the phone? What safe word do you wish to use?" I fired the questions at her.
"No more questions Matt, I just want to let go and be in your control. I know I am safe from what Deanne said and I have made arrangements as you ordered to phone her at 7.00pm. If I don't phone she will call security to come up here. The safe word is "red" and I will call "amber" if I'm getting close, can we start please?"
I smiled at her excitement, "Certainly Kristen but perhaps you should close the curtains first, anyone with binoculars or a telescope could see right in here from those other buildings."
Kristen blushed and rushed to close the thick curtains and I dimmed the bright lighting to suit the mood of the occasion.
"Come here Kristen, take off your shoes and stand at attention, from here on you are in my control, you speak only when spoken to and you call me Sir, understand?" I instructed as I removed my coat and tie, rolled my sleeves up and unbuttoned the collar to be more comfortable.
Kristen kicked off her shoes and scuttled to stand in front of me, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Yes Sir!"
"Take off your jacket and place it on the chair," I ordered and Kristen immediately obeyed.
I walked slowly around her knowing that the parade ground inspection always gives the feeling of being subordinate to a new submissive.
"Now young lady it's time to let go of all your long held beliefs that you have control. Oh yes, I know that since you were born you have wrapped everyone around your little finger. You learnt very early how to get your own way, didn't you? You used your beauty and your feminine wiles to get your own way just about every time. Oh yes, and how you pouted and carried on when something went against you. What a foot stomping little brat you must have been when you were a child, I wonder if your parents ever considered putting you over their knees and giving you the hiding you no doubt deserved? No, probably not, it was easier for them to give you what you wanted and your life has gone on like that, through school, college and since you entered into the corporate world."
I continued to walk around Kristen as I spoke in a calm, controlled fashion. "I bet your quick rise through the corporate ranks has left many a wrecked man behind you. Men who have been captivated and tongue-tied by your beauty, and your ability to use them for your gain. And when you get what you want from them you spit them out and leave them behind don't you? Well Ms corporate success it's time for you to be taken down a peg or two. It's time for you to get some much needed discipline into your life, to learn to do what you are told, to accept that you are not the most important person in the world. I'm going to give you what you should have been given when you were three years old. And that is control. Kristen, you will give me total control of yourself and I will show you just how rewarding that can be."
I stopped behind Kristen and ran my fingers down the spine and smiled as a shiver ran through her body. Returning to stand in front, I reached out and took the ornate silver belt from around her waist, then I pulled her turquoise blouse out from the top of her short dark blue skirt. I stroked her neck a few times with the back of a finger and then took hold of the top button of the blouse. Slowly I proceeded to undo the buttons, one by one until the front fell open revealing a white bra covering her pert breasts. I slipped the blouse from her shoulders and threw it on top of her jacket.
"Drop your skirt to the floor then give it to me."
Kristen jumped when I spoke and then with fumbling fingers loosened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She bent down, picked it up, handed it too me and stood, again at attention. I threw the skirt with her other clothing and stepped back to look her over once again. Now only dressed in bra and panties with garter belt and stockings she looked good enough to eat. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing and her eyes were downcast at the floor.
I moved back and stood close beside her, reached out with my right hand and took a handful of her hair, jerking her head back.
"Eyes straight ahead Kristen," I barked in her ear, "And hands on your head!"
Kristen's looked straight ahead as I released her hair from my grasp so I placed my left hand on her tummy and stood still. Kristen's breathing stopped as she waited expectantly for my next movement.
At least ninety seconds passed by so I whispered, "If you don't start breathing you may faint."
"Oh my God, Matt, Sir, I didn't realize, OUCH!" as I slapped her arse firmly for the first time.
