"Miss Black will be with you shortly," Sasha, Miss Black's secretary, said. "You may have a seat." The compliment seemed more like a command. I sat straight up at the edge of the chair in anticipation of my performance meeting with Miss Black. As I glanced at Sasha, I thought about how much she changed her appearance lately to look more like Miss Black: Same tight-fitting business attire, same make-up, and if Miss Black wore her hair one way, the next day Sasha wore it the exact same way. In fact, many of the women around the office followed suit. It was like Miss Black was always around, always watching. And that perfume...that smell that just dropped you to mindlessness every time it was whiffed.
I thought about my follow up appointment after our first meeting. How I eventually had to meet with her at the end of each work day, and present myself fully naked. She would search through my phone and count the texts I received, and give me the appropriate number of spankings, floggings, or whippings. When my texts declined, she had Sasha send me some of her own. Sometimes there were pics attached of Miss Black in a bikini, in fetish wear, or sometimes even of her disciplining me from the security camera.
After a while, she started to use that as a reward, with a command to "go into the bathroom and stroke" to the pic she just sent. The texts came so often that eventually she put me on her own masturbation schedule. I would receive texts in meetings from her, my phone now always set to vibrate. Prior to the meeting, I would be given an order to have my phone in my underwear so it can arouse my cock when I received these messages. Because my masturbation schedule wouldn't allow for touching myself until after lunch, I had to just sit in heated arousal, which delighted Miss Black.
I had to float the idea to Staci, my fiancé, to abstain from sex until our wedding. She thought it was cute and old fashioned, truth was I actually just needed to hide the bruises, welts, and lack of cum from jerking off all day. Even when we did fuck prior, I couldn't get Miss Black out of my mind. I was afraid I might say the wrong name. I also started to use the company fitness room, too. I told Staci I just wanted to get into shape for our wedding, but the truth was I wanted to further impress Miss Black. And I dreamt of Miss Black every night. She consumed me.
In the last few weeks though, my immediate contact with Miss Black diminished. I found myself trying harder and harder to get her attention. I thought for sure the two new million-dollar clients I brought in would do it, but I didn't so much get a glance my way. That just drove me harder. I had to sit down when I received the performance meeting appointment. I was finally going to meet with her again. Just the thought was intoxicating.
"Mr. Riggs!" Sasha shouted.
"I'm sorry," nervously responding and shifting myself in the chair.
"You may go in and prepare for your presentation. Miss Black will be in shortly," Sasha said sternly.
"Yes, thank you." I got up and went into Miss Black's executive conference room. The room was all glass except for the side her office was on. Miss Black had one-way mirrored tint applied to the glass so she could watch from the room, but no one could see in. The conference room had a long table in the middle, but only one chair at the head, and a small drawer in the corner. I started to strip down and fold my clothes into a nice stack on the table. I kneeled next to chair, with my head down, as was taught to me to present myself for inspection. I had taken great care to become more muscular fit, and to shave off every ounce of body hair. Goose bumps were the only deviation from a tight, smooth body. I was so hot with anticipation I had to remember to breath, and my cock couldn't mask my thoughts. The mirrored tint gave me thoughts that everyone could see in, watch me. Watch Miss Black play with me, arouse me. Outside the room though, people walked around like business as usual.
I heard the door from her adjoining office open, followed by the slow saunter of high heels across the marble tiled floor. I didn't dare look up. I shivered as the clicking got closer and closer. Click...click...click...click...click. Miss Black then sat down in her leather chair, next to where I was kneeling. I smelt that perfume...I took a deep breath in to savor every droplet in the air, dropping me further into her power. I felt her fingernail under my chin, giving me the permission to look up at her. As I did, everything slowed down, letting me remember every part of it.
She glanced over me and inspected every inch of me. She never gave a clue to whether I was pleasing her or if she was in disgust. Her black-raven hair was down. She wore a white silk blouse with black blazer, a black skirt that restrained her knees tight together, and red six inch heels that matched her glossed lips.
"Do you know the importance of loyalty?" Her voice breaking the silence. My mind muddled from all my excitement didn't even know how to respond. "I had my doubts about you. You were undisciplined, you put your own private life over that of me and the company. Now where do your loyalties lie?"
"With you, Miss Black."
She bit her lower lip, as if to ponder her next move, but I felt she had it all planned already. She unbuttoned her blazer and took it off, setting it next to my folded clothes. As she turned towards me, I could see through her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her entire nipples shown through, dumbbell piercings adorning each on. My cock twitched in excitement.
"Take off my shoe," she commanded, crossing her leg and positioning her foot on my chest. I reached up and unclasped the shoe before taking it off her foot. She then put that foot down to play with my engorged cock, as she switched crossing her other leg, and placed her other foot on my chest. "Now the other." I undid that shoe as it became harder and harder to think.
Her foot continued to rub and play with my cock as she spoke. "Loyalty is important. It is the lowest level of socialization. Without it, there is no honesty, and I need to believe you are always being honest with me."
"Yes, Miss Black," was the only thing I could reflexively say.
