This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life.
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DaniSub
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My name is Heather and I am a submissive. I don't use lower case letters when I refer to myself and I do have a mind of my own. I can say "No"; I just choose not to. The things I do, the things I am made to do, and the things that are done to me are things that I enjoy. Well, it may not seem like I enjoy them while they are happening, but I do.
I think I always knew I was a submissive. I may not have known it by name, but I knew that I was more comfortable when someone else was in control. As I got older, I tended to like the guys who were in charge. I was happiest when I was being told what to do. When it came to sex, the guy who took what they wanted got further than the guy who was tentative or asked permission.
Keith knows how to come up with things to do with me that leave me quivering for days after we are done. Oh, Keith is the man who takes care of me. Yes, I said takes care of me because, in the end, that is what he does. He loves me unconditionally and I love him. What we do together comes out of our love for each other and the deep desire to make each other happy.
I am not a slave. I do not sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed or in a cage in the basement. We do not have a 24/7 BDSM type relationship although at times it may seem like it. I have friends, Keith has friends and we have mutual friends; some of whom know about my submissive side and our relationship -- some have even witnessed or taken part in our little games. We share in each others lives as partners.
Keith loves and protects me. He would never injure me or let anyone else do anything to harm me. Some of the things he does to me may hurt; even leave a mark for a day or so but, the most medical treatment I have ever needed is a little soothing ointment usually gently administered by my Keith.
I met Keith four years ago. I was eighteen and just out of high school and looking for a job. Other than my high school diploma and typing, I had no skills and no resume'. I noticed an ad for a receptionist at an electrical engineering company and applied for the job. I had no idea what electrical engineering was but the pay was enough to pay my rent, utilities and necessities and have a few dollars left over.
The company was in a large building with offices, lots of large empty rooms and a warehouse just three blocks from my apartment. This was perfect because on the west coast, getting to and from work was a major expense in time and money. I could walk to work in less than ten minutes for free. I got the job and that was the beginning of my story.
As you probably guessed, Keith owns the company. He was twenty-six at the time and there were eight employees and I made nine. Phil, Keith's friend, interviewed and hired me. Phil was like the office manager and ran the sales department. Keith handled inventing, designing, and manufacturing.
At this point I had no idea what they made but in the eighteen months they had been in business, they had grown from four employees doing Three Thousand dollars in business a month, to nine employees doing Forty Thousand dollars in business each month. According to Phil, the business was growing so rapidly that they were desperately trying to hire more people with engineering backgrounds or schooling. That's why Keith bought this large empty building.
I didn't meet Keith until my second week there. By that time, I had mastered the phone system, knew all eight of the employees and could use the computer to take messages and send them to the other people in the office through the computer network. That was pretty much my entire job.
Keith came in on a Wednesday morning. I didn't know who he was but I liked his looks; tall, well built, well dressed, dark hair, medium complexion, grey eyes and oh, so handsome. As he walked in, I smiled at him and said, "Good morning, can I help you?"
He smiled at me and replied, "Yes, thank you; Mr. Monroe to see Phil Adams."
"Certainly, please have a seat." I said pointing to the waiting room and picked up the phone to call Phil's office. 'Mr. Monroe' took a seat in the waiting room.
When Phil answered his phone, in my very best receptionist voice, I said, "Mr. Adams, there is a Mr. Monroe here to see you."
Phil said, "Oh, shit!" and slammed his phone down.
Before I knew what was happening, I heard Phil running from his office toward the front of the building where my desk was. "Keith," he shouted, "what the hell are you doing sitting in the waiting room?"
"It's my waiting room." he said with a smile. "And I was just admiring our new receptionist."
Realizing who 'Mr. Monroe' was, I blushed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I stood up bright red but not knowing what to say. They let me stand there for what seemed like an hour but, was only a few seconds and then they both started laughing.
Phil turned to me and said, "I apologize, Heather. Heather, this is Keith, our boss; Keith, this is Heather, our receptionist."