Today has been a tough day. Several things have contributed to it, but this is how I reset. I tell Sir that I am having a bad day. He has told me in the past that belonging to him means that it is his job to take care of me. Not many people discuss this part of sub/dom relationship.
He told me to get dressed and come to him. I was told that my large breasts need to be supported yet available so I should wear my dark purple quarter cup bra. I need to be sexy yet accessible so I should wear the matching thong. He told me to wear my short black skirt--the one that flares out when I spin around--and the sheer white shirt--only button the bottom 3 buttons. He told me to wear my garter belt, thigh high fishnet stockings, and shiny black heels. My hair should be curled, worn down. He told me that I should take care with my make up and wear the dark red lipstick that turns him on. He told me I have an hour and a half to shower, shave, get ready and come to his office.
I arrive with 5 minutes to spare. I go in to the office and tell the receptionist that I have a meeting with him. She shows me to his office, even though I have been here before...after hours of course. He thanks her and steps toward me. She leaves the room, but there is no door for her to close. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply, sensually. He looks into my eyes and quietly says that if I follow his instructions, my day will be much better, that my emotional state will no longer matter to me. He stepped back and looked me up and down....beautiful....
He took me by the hand, led me to the closest bathroom, and locked the door behind us. He shoved me face first against the sink, tells me not to move. I hear his belt jingling and then the zipper. He flips my skirt up and pulls my thong aside and shoves his cock inside me. He strokes into me a few times and cums deep inside me. He pulls out and tells me to straighten myself up and meet him at his desk.
When I get to his desk, he is working on his computer. It is a pretty fancy set up, 2 screens, camera, microphone, all the stuff someone like him needs. I walk to him, but he doesn't look up at me. He points to the ground next to his chair. I know what he wants, so I kneel next to him. I'm a bit nervous but so aroused that I don't think how strange this will look to others. I lean my head against his thigh. He reaches down and pets me on the head, strokes my hair and face.
Suddenly, he nudges me away from him. I sit up and look around. He flicks me on the nipple reminding me that my eyes should be on the ground or on his cock. Since I can't turn toward him at the moment, I look to the ground. I see a pair of men's shoes walk up beside me. I hear questions being asked, but they seem "normal" questions for the job. Sir then looks at me and says that I am not being very friendly. I respond by turning to this man and kissing his cock through his pants. The man pats me on the head and reaches into my shirt to pinch my nipple. I moan quietly but Sir hushes me. The man leaves.
Sir turns to me and unbuttons my shirt so that it hangs open and my breasts are exposed above my quarter cup bra. He turns back to his desk to continue working. Several people came in for a variety of reasons. I would typically be ignored, but occasionally he would reach down and squeeze my breasts or tell me to lift my skirt or let his business associates touch me, some even sucked my nipples. But I would get in trouble if I made any noise.
As the day came to an end, I noticed that he was paying more attention to my breasts and started playing with my pussy with the ruler that he kept in his desk drawer. I also noticed that people started loitering in his office. He finally turned his chair so that he was facing me. Attention....he was finally giving me some attention. He reached out and put his hand on my cheek. He caressed my face, then stuck his thumb in my mouth. I started to suck on it when he used it to pull me toward him. I thought I was going to be kissed, but instead I ended up across his knee. I hear the conversations in the room go quiet. Feet shuffling as they turn toward Sir. He flips my skirt up to expose my ass and slaps it hard. I flinch and cry out because I wasnt expecting it. So, I steadied myself, preparing for the next swat. But it doesn't come. He stands up and takes me to the conference table in his office. And leans me on it, exposing my ass to all in the room. Sir turns to his coworkers and friends and begins to explain about my day, Sir tells them that I need help getting out of my bad mood, that is why they were called to this meeting. He rubs my ass and asks who wants to be first.
"A" steps up and runs his hands down my back. He reaches my waist and opens button and zipper on my skirt and pulls it off and leaves it around my feet. He slaps my ass. He rubs it, then slaps it again. He does this multiple times, turning my ass a nice shade of pink. He slides his fingers inside me. I moan quietly, not sure if I have permission. Sir leans over and kisses the back of my neck and tells me what a good girl I am being--that is all the permission that I need.
