I considered his proposition. At first impression I liked it. Especially since we don't do much D/s stuff right now. Immediately I wanted to say yes and was about to agree before he told me to think about it. I considered what my workload is like. I also had to consider how often he might ask. Could I afford to do this every day if asked to? I rolled that thought around in my head until he asked, "Do you have any questions?"
"Would it always be for 30 minutes, Sir?" I asked.
"A minimum of 15, never to exceed 1 hour. The only exception is if you have the day off and the rest of us don't. But even then we would address why you are off work and if it's acceptable to ask you to submit."
"Are you thinking every day, Sir?"
"No, by request only. However, it would totally be at my discretion. Whether it's once in a blue moon, or every day for a month, I will punish you if you say no without good reason. If you think I'm asking too much of you we will discuss it, but you cannot wait until a session starts to discuss it. You must do it between sessions."
"I agree, Sir." I said without further hesitation.
"Good. I want you to stand over there, tall and confident with your arms to the side, kind of like a soldier at attention."
"Yes, Sir" I said and saluted.
"I realize that I just used the term soldier, but no saluting, I'm not your drill sergeant."
"Sorry, Sir"
I got into position and stood as still as I could. He turned and looked at me. I could tell when his eyes blurred over and he just sorta stared through me for a while. When he came back to himself he looked me in the eyes for a moment then up and down my body before turning to his computer. I checked to see if he was enjoying the view and was glad to see that he did.
He pressed a few keys and then turned to me fully. "Spread your legs. Good, now rub your clit. Yes." He pulled his cock from his pants and started stroking himself. "On your knees, spread wide, don't stop playing with your clit. Yes, just like that." After only about a minute he said, "over here." He lowered his chair all the way and stood as I crawled over to him. "Stand and lean over so you are resting on the chair, ass high, and keep rubbing your clit.
He stood behind me, lined himself up and used his hand to guide himself between my folds. Other than telling me to rub my clit he took no other action to pleasure me. He only grabbed onto my thighs and thrust himself in and out of me. Luckily for me, In this position he was hitting my g-spot with every thrust. I felt my orgasm beginning to grow, but he orgasmed too quickly.
He stayed inside of me as he recovered. Rubbing his hand over my ass. I kept expecting him to spank me, but nothing ever came. I had stopped rubbing my clit when he came and he didn't seem to notice. He pulled out and said, "You are dismissed for today. I don't want to keep you too long since we didn't have a plan yet."
There was a part of me that was disappointed, but for some reason I was incredibly turned on by the dismissal. He had just taken what he wanted and then dismissed me. He took almost no interest in whether my needs were met. I wondered what the fuck was wrong with me that I could be so turned on by that. It was nothing like I had imagined. Was this the reason he did it this way?
"Thank you Sir." I said as I got dressed. I kept thinking about the way he had just stared at me, then had me come to him. He hardly moved a muscle except to lean me over his chair and fuck me. I went to my office, logged back on, made sure the camera was covered. I put myself back to available, and turned on my clicker so my computer didn't go back to sleep. Then I grabbed my vibrator and replayed the scene in my head until I found my release.
