Oh my GOD, she thought, as she slapped the alarm off, it's only Wednesday! She had to get up and head toward the office, she had been taking extra time with her grooming now because she wanted to look beautiful to him every time he saw her at work or home. She was also more selective about her wardrobe though it had to be professional on the exterior, it could certainly be sensual and sexy underneath. It enhanced her sense of being a passionately sexual diva when she felt the lacy things against her skin.
On her drive to work she was still pondering why she had begged him to fuck her? Was he that good in bed that she NEEDED HIM? Was she under his lustful spell? Should she resist him next time they were together? She grimaced at the thought of him not ever seeing her again, but it wasn't like her to be such a willing sex slave. What did it mean to wear Master's Collar? He made it sound like it was so important but what did she need a collar for? She was happy in her life from day to day, but more happy now that he was in her life in such an erotic way.
She stepped inside the door of her office building and broke a heel off her shoe. Then she discovered HE was behind her, entering the building...
He picked up the broken heel from the floor. Then he gently took her arm to help her balance and said, "Miss Brandy, let me help you." He took three steps around the corner placed her in a chair. He was down on his knees in front of her this time, how odd to have her MASTER at her feet. "Are you hurt," he asked, "Do you need further assistance?" Spoken as a boss would she thought to herself. There were many others in the lobby some who knew them as colleagues.
"No," she sheepishly replied. She was too embarrassed, that she had almost fallen. His hand was caressing her calf gently, but oh so quickly ran his hand up her thigh, so discreetly, to find she had worn the garters and stockings to work. She felt flush with excitement that he had his hand anywhere on her body.
"I'll help you get on the elevator, Miss Brandy" He said. As the elevator doors closed his smile widened because they were alone and an evil grin took over as he stopped the elevator between floors. "Time for training," he demanded.
She was trapped there with him and her thoughts were not of getting away from him but how submissive she felt at him controlling the event that was about to take place. A deep feeling of excitement and anticipation flooded her heart and mind.
He was cool and smooth as he walked around her seemingly making up his mind about what to do with this opportunity. Then he knew, he told her, "Strip for me, slowly, and let me see you move for me." He was in his mind developing a strategy as he watched her, he was more and more aroused with each button and each move. He slid the blouse off her shoulders. The skirt slipped down to the floor on top of the blouse he already removed. Her thighs and the garters were exposed, as exposed as she was.
She asked, "Won't they come looking for us or discover the elevator is not moving?"
He said, "Trust me my girl, I will make sure we are safe when we play." He called his office and demanded they place elevator 3 on the work order list as being out of order. So it was done as he commanded... He smirked at her presumptuousness of her having inadvertently telling her Master that she knew better than he did. She would need to remember her place. He didn't reprimand her for this time. After training she would know the error of her ways, but for now he would tell her. He hadn't taught her his rules of conduct, YET.
"Now," he said, "where were we?" He kissed her deeply and then he whispered, "Who does your pleasure come from?" She was silent and didn't know what to say. "Don't you remember?" He asked. "All pleasures come from your MASTER?"
Timidly she said, "Yes, I remember now Master, my pleasure is derived from you."
He said, "So what I do with you, is for our mutual pleasure and gratification, although you are to focus on servicing my needs."
