-Week 3 - Monday-
It was Monday morning, and I was getting ready to leave for work when my doorbell rang. I had a good sense of who was standing in front of my door and my suspicions got confirmed when it turned out to be D-Rod. Without waiting for me to invite him in, he strolled into the lounge as if it was a given.
He stopped right in the middle of the room, turned around, and looked at me full of expectations. Hot and cold shivers ran down my spine when I remembered kneeling at the exact same spot just two days ago. Knowing what he was waiting for, I found myself more than eager to comply.
Gosh! The day had just begun, and I was already submitting to my intern willingly. How would he tease me in the office? How would he humiliate me? How long until he would fuck me and give me release? My mind was focused on these thoughts. Everything else seemed like a minor matter.
Letting my white bath towel slip to the floor, I knelt down in the middle of the lounge buttnaked. It felt like a déja vu, and the memory of Saturday's trip to the shopping mall stirred my arousal. I wanted D-Rod to pull his glorious prick from his pants and let me slobber all over it. I wanted to grab his cock and suck it right here and now. However, my intern didn't do me the favor and simply nodded in content with my willing submission.
"So did you miss me yesterday?" He asked matter-of-factly.
At first, I didn't really know how to respond. Sunday had been all about meeting my girlfriends for brunch where we had enjoyed our fair share of lattes and giggles. It had felt like any other Sunday I had shared with my girlfriends before.
Something had been different, though. As a matter of course, I had started the day with my task of rubbing my clit for five minutes and making me edge. Even though I hadn't been in the office, I had still continued following D-Rod's rules. In the end, I had edged two times before heading off to brunch.
"I followed your rules and played with myself as you ordered, Sir Da-Rod." I finally told my intern, pride resonating in my voice.
"Did cha cum, lil hussy?" D-Rod inquired.
"No sir!" I exclaimed with some indignation. "I'm a good pet. I won't break your rules."
Oh boy! It seemed unbelievable how easily I slipped into submissive mode. Apparently, I had reached a point where D-Rod's sheer presence was enough to make me bow down. I was even looking forward to it.
His inquiry wasn't so unreasonable, though. The orgasm denial had kept me horny all Sunday long. During brunch, my mind had started drifting off to sex-related stuff like D-Rod using my body as if it was for granted. It had turned me on so much that my arousal had gotten to my head and I had spilled some latte in front of my girlfriends!
My arousal had turned me into a right ditz! I can't express how angry I was with myself! Nonetheless, I hadn't stopped with my edging-without-cumming regime after returning home from brunch although it had made me even more lightheaded and ditzy. Even now, my pussy continued tingling from unfulfilled lust. I guess D-Rod's treatment was having long-term effects.
"Good to know. Slowly getting' da hang of bein' an obedient pet, huh?" D-Rod said. "No mo nudgin' necessary. Ya know what's good for ya, Missy."
His words made my pussy surge. The way he said it made me look like such a needy slut. He was right, however. Over the last few weeks, I had learned a lot about me. Letting a Dom control me brought my excitement to a whole new level. I needed a man to dominate me and I wanted that man to be D-Rod! Submitting to the arrogant macho opened up a whole new world of lust and satisfaction to me. I needed more of it!
"Time to use dem nu outfits, don't cha agree, Miss Tease?" The young Latino asked while strolling into my bedroom.
"I have to look respectable at work, sir." I meekly protested while remaining on my knees in the lounge.
"Someone wanna save face, huh?" My intern mocked me. "Ya know what they say 'bout polishin' a turd, right? A slut's a slut, no matter how classy da outfit. Hehehe!"
"Bought cha sum nu outfits." He continued while rummaging around in my wardrobe. "Would be a waste not to use 'em."
Coming back into the lounge, he held one of the dreaded outfits in his hands.
"Please, sir! I can't wear this!" I had to protest. "It's not appropriate for a consultant. You don't want our secret to come out, do you?"
Without reacting to my objections, D-Rod stepped in front of me and started playing with my titties, kneading my tit flesh and pinching my nipples until my protests turned into moans. I was so turned on already, I felt like I was about to leak pussy juice right onto the floor.
"What cha gonna wear to work today, lil hussy?" My intern asked matter-of-factly while continuing to play with my nipples.
"Ooohhh!... Fuck! Ooohhh! Whatever you want me to, sir!" I blurted out, overwhelmed by lust. "Make me look like your slutty office tramp, sir!"
With that concession, the deal was sealed. It left me with a whirlwind of contradicting feelings. It felt so good being told what to wear and how to act. Yet, it was so frightening to put myself at the risk of getting exposed at work.
The outfit comprised a leopard print halter chemise that featured black lace cups, a cut out front, and attached garters. The cups were totally see-through, the cut-out left my LGZ tan tattoo uncovered, and the garters held up the sheer, black stockings with leopard tops. All in all, the chemise looked more than tacky!
At least, I was allowed to wear a fashionable white suit vest with black buttons and a black leather skirt on top of the lace-and-leopard chemise. I sighed a breath of relief when I noticed that the vest was completely covering the tacky chemise. In combination with the pair of knee high, 5", black leather boots with spiked heels and pointed toes, it made me look like a business lady - at least to a certain extent.
Of course, there were some slutty details. The vest was quite short and cut so deep that it showed off the top of my 'big ole funbags'. If I walked too fast, the lace fabric threatened to slip into my bare cleavage. If I turned carelessly, the vest slipped up and revealed the leopard print fabric covering my hips. The skirt wasn't much better as it was really tight, and the leather was all shiny, emphasizing my 'phatt barrio booty'. Whatsoever, the outfit would keep me on my toes all the time.
On the surface, the black leather skirt and boots perfectly fit together. Combined with the bright vest, the outfit looked extremely sexy. That didn't help much with the fact that I was well aware of the over-the-top, tacky lace-and-leopard chemise underneath. My subordinates wouldn't see it, but I would be more than conscious about it. I would feel like a slut all day long.
D-Rod wasn't done sexing up my outfit, however. He picked some additional accessories for me to wear, adorning my arms with the silver ruler charm bracelet on my right wrist and a bunch of thin silver bangles on my left wrist. As earrings, he made me wear the new silver pair with extra large hoops.
All dressed up, D-Rod told me to walk several circuits in my living room making me act like a top model strutting down a catwalk. With every step, the bangles clanked on my wrist, the hoop earrings banged against my cheeks, and the lace-and-leopard chemise threatened to slip out at every angle. I was dressed up like a flossed-out office bunny!
My intern's appreciative hollers, however, made me smile. My outfit might be totally inappropriate for work, but more importantly, it pleased my intern. Gosh! What had happened to me? The career-driven manager had turned into a wussy bimbo that yearned to dress for her man.
"Only one mo thang missin' - dem makeup." The Latin thug told me after ogling my outfit extensively. "Slap on sum mascara 'n a lotta lipgloss, Miss Ho-Worker."
Until now, I hadn't been a heavy user of makeup, not even when hitting the town on a night out. I had always considered myself a natural beauty relying on my sparkling eyes and bright smile instead of fake slap. Some eye shadow and lipstick was fine but I had never gone beyond that.
Obviously, D-Rod was intent on changing that. I had to admit, however, that it matched the heavy bling-bling and clunky nails I was sporting. Following his instructions, I stepped in front of my bathroom mirror. After using black mascara to give myself some lush eyelashes, I applied dark eye shadow to get a dramatic smoky eye effect. Finally, I used a peach lipstick and heavy lipgloss.
Mustering myself in the mirror, I saw the outfit accenting my petite 5'4" frame and highlighting my 36c bust. The sultry mascara brought my sparkling blue eyes to full effect. I looked like a hot vamp. I looked ready to go on the prowl and not to work!
Would my subordinates comment on my outfit? Would they talk behind my back? Would my project partners address it? I couldn't stop pondering these questions on the way to work.
One thing was certain, though. Anticipating all the attention from my subordinates and D-Rod's naughty instructions made my whole body tingle in lust. What a dull day at the office would it be without D-Rod controlling me!
During the drive to work, D-Rod continuously ran his hand up and down my bare legs and slipped it underneath my tight, leather skirt. He even probed my pussy when standing at a traffic light. All his actions left me a hot mess. I was so ready to get fucked! Even though, we had just arrived at work!
After parking my sports car, I let D-Rod go ahead and waited several minutes before entering the building to make sure that no one caught us sharing a ride. Walking to the office kitchen to get my regular morning coffee, I felt like a lamb getting led to the slaughter.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
