I was so upset. I had no idea what to do. I was up all night talking with my husband. We were desperately trying to think of a way for us to get the bank to work with us.
Just two months ago, my husband had a great job downtown in the big city and I was working at one of the major insurance companies in the neighboring towns. Unfortunately, a recession hit and my husband lost his job completely and I was outsourced.
After months of looking, I finally got an interview with a large company. I was very excited because the salary would be three times what I was making at my last job, meaning my husband could take a job, making a little less if need be.
I got ready for the interview and decided, in case it was a man, there was no harm dressing a little provocative. I wore my white blouse with a deep, but respectable amount of cleavage showing, black skirt, and seamed nylons with black heels. I also wore my hair up in a French twist, again respectable but sexy.
Being a curvy BBW, with an ample bosom, I figured showing off some cleavage couldn't hurt. Imagine my surprise when the interviewer was a woman! I figured she would see right through me and dismiss me immediately.
She was very pleasant instead. She was tall, very tall, in fact I'd say she was 6' at least. She had short, cropped red hair and dark red glasses that she wore on the end of her nose, as if she was judging you, but still, as I say, pleasant. She was also quite muscular for a woman. She seemed very fit. Like she may have, at one time, been a female bodybuilder, but kept up her shape. I have to say, I was slightly aroused, but kept my mind on the business at hand.
We discussed my previous work experience, situations where I had difficult people to deal with, investigations I had to do into claimants. Overall, she seemed pleased, but I did notice she kept having to readjust her seating position and more than a couple times she dropped things and asked if I'd pick them up.
Had my interview been with a man at the time, I would have thought he was putting the moves on me, but being naive, I thought nothing of it.
A few days later, we were thrilled to get the call that I had gotten the job! I was to meet up with Susan, the woman I interviewed with, at 8am Monday morning. I got to the office at 7am because I was so excited.
Susan was in her cubicle and waved me over. I sat down and before I could thank her for the wonderful opportunity to work there, she came around her desk and got right next to my face. "When we are alone in the office you will address me in a certain way if you want this job. Do you want this job, dear?"
I was mostly dumbfounded. I shook my head up and down reverently. "Very good. You will address me as your Mistress or ma'am. Do you understand? Otherwise, I revoke the offer of employment, under the guise of something else of course. Say you understand." I replied, "I understand."
Since I answered incorrectly however, she felt it was time for my first lesson. "I understand... WHO!??" Whap!! I felt the hard sting of her hand on my face. I wanted to cry so bad! I held it in. Although it hurt, it strangely felt exciting.
While I was tempted to defy her, I felt starting my first day with a large red bruise on my cheek would be bad. Instead I answered "I understand, Mistress" She replied to this gently. "Very well, my pet. You have done much better. Now go and find your desk and go about your day. You will report back to me at lunch. Do you understand? " "Yes ma'am"
I hurried to my new desk and began to set up my area. I started my orientation, met my fellow workers, but before I was alone with anyone, I received a phone call at my desk. "I need you in my office. Immediately!" I was terrified. Surely, I wasn't fired, I hadn't been there long enough. I knocked and entered.
"Yes ma'am? Is there something I can do for you?" "These employment papers you turned in aren't in the proper order! Please put them in the correct order now." "Oh! I'm so sorry. Yes ma'am! Right away!" As I went to take the papers to the other side of her desk, she held me there with her hands firmly on my hips. "You will do this standing right here!" I thought that odd, but I started to arrange the papers, and then I felt a hand going up the inside of one leg!
