I've never been a very dominant person. The company where'd I'd been employed as a bookkeeper for the past year utilized a very high profile personality test to evaluate all new hires and I'd scored exceptionally low in the Dominance category. I'd often joked that the test needed a Hide Under The Desk category, because that was how I tended to handle most potential conflict.
My biggest challenge over the past year had been learning to handle frequent outbursts from my boss Rick. While the outbursts were never personal, they tended to strip me of any semblance of confidence and left me feeling a bit broken inside. Over time, I'd learned to deal with him through acerbic, often cerebral humour. The fact he seldom got my jokes made me feel superior somehow.
And so it went until one day the company moved into a new office building with spectacular amenities such as hickory floors, picture windows and customized workspaces. It would have been heavenly except for Rick's tirades about keeping the place spotless. On a particularly hot day in July when the air conditioner was malfunctioning, and I was stripped to the bare minimum allowable -- a light shift, bra and no panties - Rick was on again about dirt on the floors. Apparently my dusty footprints had set him off this time and he started sweeping my office angrily. When I offered to take over he left in a huff and returned with a damp rag. Dropping to his knees in front of my desk he began wiping the dust from the floor. Mortified, I tried to get back to working on a spreadsheet but I was all too aware of Rick on his knees by my desk. He looked so...submissive. A thrill of something I'd never experienced before ran through me. I turned my seat slightly and stretched my legs out and apart -- Rick would be afforded a nice, clear view of my shaven pussy if he looked up. Feeling brazen, I returned to my spreadsheet and waited.
Within a short moment I realized I could no longer hear the sound of cloth on floor. From the corner of my eye I could see Rick there, mesmerized, frozen, and staring. Without so much as batting an eye, I lowered my voice and said, "Close the door now." Silently, Rick stood from where he'd been kneeling, walked over to my office door and closed it, the lock clicking with a satisfying clunk. He stood there, uncertain of my intentions. I savoured the moment, knowing how accustomed he was to being the one in command, and how off balance he was feeling now. "Come here," I commanded quietly.
Moving slowly, as if circling a caged animal, Rick returned to stand before me. "Back on your knees," I said, feigning irritation. I spun in my chair to ensure I faced him square on and spread my legs, pulling my dress up around my waist as I did so. "Smell me Rick." As if in a trance, he quickly did as I commanded. I heard a small groan escape his mouth as he inhaled my scent and I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him away and admonishing ,"No sounds. If you can't be silent you have to leave." Rick nodded his understanding and once again buried his face between my legs, rubbing my wetness all over his face.
