Returning to her desk after the meeting, C became acutely aware of her own arousal, the evidence of her desire evident on her inner thighs. As if he could sense her predicament, D summoned her to his office just as she was about to tend to her needs. With her newfound submission to him, C didn’t hesitate, stopping what she was doing and hurrying to his room.
It seemed as though D possessed an uncanny intuition about her state, his gaze piercing through her, as if he knew exactly what was happening within her body. He beckoned her over, his voice a low, commanding whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
As she approached, D’s hand found its way between her legs, his fingers gently gliding along her inner thighs, making her tremble with anticipation. He spread the evidence of her arousal, his touch eliciting a flood of sensations that left her weak in the knees.
D carefully unzipped C’s skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her most intimate secrets. He instructed her to lock the door, a hint of urgency in his voice, suggesting she do it quickly lest someone should walk in on her in her state of partial undress. With her heart pounding in her chest, C hurried to the door, her high heels clicking against the floor as she swiftly secured the lock.
Returning to D, C couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was the night they would cross the threshold into the unknown. As the line between desire and reason blurred, she found herself unable to resist the lure of the abyss. She was aware of D’s reputation but, in her current state, she couldn’t bring herself to care. On the cusp of her fortieth birthday, C felt as if she were grasping at a final chance to explore her deepest desires, regardless of the consequences.
A tinge of shame washed over her as she recalled asking her parents to care for her daughter while she indulged in this forbidden dance. Yet, somehow, she couldn’t tear herself away from the magnetic pull of D’s dominance, the all-consuming need to submit and surrender.
D’s voice was steady and firm as he instructed C to remove her top. As the fabric fell away, she could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, which only served to fuel her arousal even further. A trail of desire traced its way down her thighs, evidence of the intensity of her feelings.
Next, D commanded her to remove her bra. C hesitated for a moment, her self-consciousness about her petite breasts bubbling to the surface. Yet, as she looked into D’s eyes, she found no trace of judgment or disdain; only an unwavering desire that seemed to consume the air around them. With a shaky breath, she unclasped the bra and let it fall, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself from his gaze.
D, however, would not let her hide. He ordered her to lower her arms, to expose herself fully to him. As she complied, she felt an odd sense of liberation, the vulnerability of her nakedness somehow freeing her from the chains of her insecurities. There she stood, exposed and vulnerable, yet she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of empowerment.
The final command came, and with it, the last shred of her modesty was to be relinquished. D’s voice was gentle yet unyielding as he instructed her to remove her remaining undergarment. C hesitated for a moment, acutely aware of the significance of this act. But, as if propelled by some unseen force, she found herself complying, her hands sliding along her hips to remove the last barrier between her and complete submission.
As she stood before D, completely bare, the air between them seemed to crackle with electricity. The tension, the anticipation, the vulnerability of the moment enveloped them like a cocoon, shielding them from the outside world as they teetered on the edge of the unknown.
In this moment of complete surrender, C found herself at a crossroads. She could choose to retreat, to reclaim her garments and her dignity, to turn away from the precipice of desire. Or, she could choose to step off the edge, to embrace the darkness and the promise of the unexplored, to fully submit herself to the power of D’s command.
As C stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, she knew that whichever path she chose, there was no turning back. The decision she made now would irrevocably change her, define her in ways she could not yet comprehend. And as she gazed into the depths of D’s eyes, she found her answer. She chose to leap.
D’s commanding voice resonated through the room, instructing C to remove his clothing, starting with his shirt. As he stood before her, his imposing stature seemed to loom over her, casting a shadow that both intimidated and exhilarated her. Her delicate fingers trembled slightly as she reached up, undoing each button one by one, revealing the toned and sculpted form beneath. The anticipation built with every inch of skin she uncovered, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest like a caged bird yearning for freedom.
Once his shirt was removed, D continued to issue commands, each one stripping away another layer until they both stood completely exposed to one another. The vulnerability of their nakedness seemed to create a magnetic attraction between them, a force they could neither resist nor control.
At last, D commanded C to get on her knees, and she complied without hesitation, her submission to him absolute. She knew what was expected of her, and as she looked up into his piercing gaze, she felt a sense of purpose, a desire to please that she had never experienced before.
The air around them grew thick with anticipation, and C could feel the weight of their unspoken desires pressing down on her, urging her to continue. The world outside the office seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their bodies entwined in a dance of power and surrender.
As C knelt before D, she found herself at the mercy of his every whim, her body and soul offered up to him like an offering to the gods. And with each touch, each whispered command, she felt herself slipping further and further into the abyss, her submission to him as all-consuming as the darkness that surrounded them.
C gazed up at D, her eyes filled with a mix of trepidation and determination. Her heart raced as she prepared herself to perform an act she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. As she delicately wrapped her lips around D’s arousal, she was reminded of the intimacy and vulnerability that came with such a submission.
Her petite stature made it challenging for her to take in the entirety of D’s impressive size, but she was driven by a newfound desire to please him. She pushed herself further, swallowing more and more of him until she felt the sensation of fullness, bringing tears to her eyes. She had conquered a personal challenge, and the look of approval in D’s eyes was all the reward she needed.
C continued to attend to D, her mouth and tongue working in harmony as she expertly alternated between gentle and fervent movements. Her desire to please her master fuelled her determination, and she occasionally took in the entire length of his arousal, proving her devotion.
D’s eyes were locked on C as he revelled in the sensation of her submission, his expression a mix of pleasure and admiration for her commitment to satisfying his desires. Their connection grew stronger as C fully embraced her role as the submissive, and the intensity of the moment enveloped them both.
D carefully positioned himself between C’s quivering legs, his eyes locked on hers, conveying the intensity of his desire to claim her as his own. C, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, eagerly anticipated the moment when their connection would deepen, and the line between master and submissive would become all the more profound.
As D’s arousal hovered at C’s entrance, the anticipation in the room reached a fever pitch. C braced herself for the intimate union that was about to take place, her heart pounding in her chest. In one smooth, deliberate motion, D penetrated C, eliciting a gasp from her lips as she welcomed him into her body.
Their bodies melded together in a dance of desire and submission, with D taking the lead as he set the rhythm and intensity of their passionate encounter. C, fully embracing her role, surrendered herself to the sensations that enveloped her, allowing D to guide her on this journey into uncharted territory.
The connection between D and C grew stronger with every thrust, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. C’s moans and sighs of pleasure filled the air, punctuating the intensity of their union. As their passion continued to build, they both felt the electrifying crescendo of ecstasy approaching.
D, realizing the delicate nature of their union due to C’s petite frame, took great care with each thrust, ensuring he didn’t cause her any discomfort. Despite the challenge, the sensations they experienced were heightened, adding an alluring layer to their passionate encounter.
With each careful yet powerful thrust, D marvelled at the exquisite tightness C provided, making their connection all the more intoxicating. He couldn’t help but express his amazement, whispering in her ear how she surpassed all others he had experienced. C, far from feeling hurt by the comparison, swelled with pride, revelling in her newfound power to captivate her master.
The room was filled with the symphony of their desire – the sounds of their bodies joining, their breaths mingling, and the whispers of pleasure shared between them. In this intimate dance, they pushed and pulled each other, testing the limits of their connection and discovering new depths within themselves.
C, her body now attuned to D’s every move, found herself relishing the sensations that coursed through her as they moved together. She took pride in her ability to bring D such pleasure, and the knowledge that she was his most exquisite conquest filled her with a sense of accomplishment.
D, still fully joined with C, lifted her with an unexpected strength, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her towards the window. The city skyline, alive with twinkling lights, stretched out before them like a stunning tapestry of urban life. The contrast between their intimate moment and the impersonal metropolis beyond only served to heighten the passion that burned between them.
As D held C close, he began to glide her up and down along his shaft, each slow, deliberate movement sending a shiver of pleasure through them both. C felt a thrilling blend of vulnerability and arousal as she found herself completely at the mercy of her master. Her breaths came in short gasps, her body awash with sensations she had never experienced before.
The energy between them pulsed with each undulation, their connection intensified by their shared secret – a world of desire and surrender that existed only for them in this moment. The city outside seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the powerful dance of dominance and submission, their bodies merging in a symphony of passion.
C, her heart racing, revelled in the sensation of being so completely under D’s control. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by desire. And as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating power of their connection, she knew that she had crossed a threshold from which there was no turning back.
As C knelt before D, her lips parted in anticipation of the culmination of their encounter. She knew she would eagerly obey her master’s command to accept his essence, savouring the intimacy of the act. As she received him, a tidal wave of warmth cascaded down her throat, and she dutifully swallowed, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted. In this moment, she felt an intense connection to D, their bond transcending the physical and delving into something deeper and more powerful.
As C drank in the aftermath of their passionate exchange, her mind was besieged by a whirlwind of thoughts and questions. Would others see her as a wanton woman, someone who shamelessly used her sexuality to advance her career? The uncertainty clouded her mind, even as she continued to revel in the aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through her body.
As if sensing her inner turmoil, D looked down at her with a gaze that seemed to pierce her very soul. His voice was deep, soothing, and reassuring as he spoke. “You are not defined by others’ perceptions, C. You are a strong, independent woman who has chosen to embrace her desires. This connection we share is ours and ours alone. Do not allow the judgments of others to diminish the passion and pleasure we have discovered together.”
C’s eyes welled with tears as she heard D’s words. She knew he was right; she was not a victim, but rather a willing participant in their dance of desire. In that moment, C decided to cast aside her doubts and fears, choosing to embrace the powerful, passionate woman she had discovered within herself. And as the lights of the city continued to sparkle beyond the window, she found a new sense of peace and confidence in the world that had been opened to her.
As C delicately cleaned D with her mouth, she discovered a captivating blend of flavours - the familiar essence of herself combined with the intoxicating taste of her master. She relished the connection they had forged and the newfound depths of their intimate bond.
Meanwhile, D rummaged through his desk drawers, searching for something specific. C continued her devoted task, watching him out of the corner of her eye. When she had finished, D turned to her, holding a small Ziplock bag filled with pills. He handed it to C, his voice gentle yet firm as he explained their purpose. “These are birth control pills, C. I need you to take them regularly, as I prefer the sensation of our connection unencumbered by barriers.”
C looked down at the bag in her hand, understanding the weight of the responsibility that now rested upon her shoulders. The prospect of surrendering yet another aspect of her life to D was both thrilling and daunting, but she knew that she had willingly chosen this path. She would take the pills diligently, further cementing her submission to her master and deepening their passionate bond.
As she gazed at the small capsules nestled in the bag, C felt the power of their connection like a palpable force, binding her to D in a dance of desire and devotion.
In addition to the pills, D handed C a sleek, brand-new iPhone, noticing that she had been using an older model. Its pristine surface gleamed under the office lights, symbolizing yet another dimension of their deepening connection. The device came with a single contact pre-programmed - D’s personal number. This exclusive line of communication was to be used solely for their interactions, reinforcing the intimacy and trust that had blossomed between them.
D explained that he would occasionally require C to send him intimate photographs and videos of herself, capturing the vulnerable and passionate moments they shared or private glimpses of her life away from the office. C accepted the responsibility without hesitation, her heart swelling with trust and devotion for her master. She knew that she was safe in his hands, as there had never been any whispers or rumours of indiscretions or leaks related to D.
As C held the gleaming device in her hands, she felt the weight of its significance. This small, delicate object was more than just a phone - it was a lifeline, a tether that bound her to D with an unbreakable thread of desire and loyalty. Through this connection, they would share their most intimate moments, their secrets, and their deepest passions. It was a symbol of their newfound bond.
As the evening shadows began to deepen, D decided it was time for C to return home. He escorted her to his luxurious car and settled into the driver’s seat. Throughout the journey, D’s fingers danced teasingly across C’s sensitive skin, leaving a trail of shivers and tingles in their wake. The delicate fabric of her thong grew damp with desire as C struggled to contain her arousal.
When they finally reached her destination, D issued one final command before she departed. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he instructed C to remove her bra and thong and hand them over to him. C complied without hesitation, baring herself to him both physically and emotionally. As she stepped out of the car, D pulled her close for a lingering, passionate kiss, a promise of the intensity and excitement that awaited them in their future encounters.
As C turned to leave, D watched her intently until she disappeared into the building and stepped into the elevator. Just as the doors began to close, the illicit phone in her hand chimed with a new message. A thrill of anticipation coursed through C as she read the command: she was to take a photograph of herself, half-exposed, in the enclosed space of the elevator.
With her heart pounding and her breath catching in her throat, C glanced around to ensure she was alone. She raised the phone and, with trembling fingers, captured an image that was equal parts vulnerability and defiance - a provocative glimpse of the woman she had become under D’s masterful touch. As she hit send, she felt an exhilarating blend of excitement and trepidation, knowing that she was giving herself over completely to the man who had ignited a fire within her that she had never before experienced.
As the clock struck 11 pm, C’s phone chimed with another message from D. This time, he provided her with a set of specific instructions for the following day at work, explicitly forbidding her from wearing a bra. In a gesture of complete obedience and surrender, C immediately captured a selfie of herself, her top removed to reveal her bare skin, and sent it to D as proof of her compliance.
Moments later, another text arrived, this one even more daring than the last. D requested a video of C pleasuring herself. A mixture of excitement and nervousness coursed through her veins as she contemplated the challenge before her. But she was committed to pleasing her master and satisfying the desires that had been awakened within her.
With a deep breath, C retreated to the privacy of her bedroom and set the stage for the intimate performance. She adjusted the lighting to create a warm, sensual ambiance that would highlight her body’s every curve and contour. Positioning her phone carefully to capture the perfect angle, she began to explore her own body with slow, deliberate movements.
C’s fingers traced delicate patterns across her skin, awakening a symphony of sensations that left her breathless and longing for more. She allowed her hands to wander, gently caressing her most sensitive areas as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed over her. Every touch, every stroke was a tribute to D and the passion he had ignited within her.
As the intensity of her self-pleasuring increased, C’s eyes closed, and she bit her lip to suppress the soft moans that threatened to escape. The knowledge that D would be watching her, savouring every moment of her intimate exploration, only served to heighten her arousal. When she finally reached the peak of ecstasy, she let out a quiet, shuddering sigh, her body trembling with the release of pent-up desire.
With a sense of accomplishment and vulnerability, C sent the video to D, knowing that she had given herself over to him completely. As she awaited his response, she felt a thrilling mixture of anticipation and uncertainty, eager to discover what new adventures lay ahead in their blossoming relationship.
C’s phone chimed once more, this time with a simple goodnight text from D. As she read his message, she couldn’t help but feel a giddy excitement, reminiscent of a teenage girl caught up in the thrill of doing something daring and forbidden.
The events of the day, and the anticipation of what awaited her tomorrow, sent a shiver of exhilaration down her spine. She replayed the moments of her submission in her mind, her newfound desires unfurling like the petals of a blooming flower. With each memory, she felt herself drawn deeper into the realm of sensual exploration and surrender that had been opened up to her by D’s dominant presence.
As she prepared for bed, C couldn’t help but feel the lingering warmth of their connection. The memory of his touch lingered on her skin, a constant reminder of the bond they had forged. She lay down, her body tingling with the afterglow of their intimate encounter, and her mind filled with the possibilities of what the next day would bring.
C drifted off to sleep, her dreams a whirlwind of passionate embraces and stolen glances, each one more intense than the last. As the morning light crept through her curtains, she awoke with a renewed sense of excitement and curiosity, eager to face the challenges and adventures that awaited her. The world outside seemed to hold endless possibilities, a kaleidoscope of experiences waiting to be discovered and embraced.
With a deep breath and a determined smile, C prepared to step into a new day, ready to explore the depths of desire and submission that had been awakened within her. As she dressed, she remembered D’s command, a subtle reminder of the control he held over her. She felt a thrill of anticipation as she considered the daring nature of her attire, knowing that she was willingly surrendering herself to his guidance and authority.
C selected her blouse with meticulous care that day, opting for a delicate, thin fabric that she knew would catch her master’s attention. The material gently clung to her curves, hinting at the absence of her bra and accentuating her erect nipples. She donned a blazer to maintain a semblance of modesty during her commute and to navigate the office until she had the chance to greet D.
When she spotted D entering the office just after 9 am, she felt an immediate urge to present herself to him, seeking his approval and acknowledgment. She recalled his command from the night before, and the unspoken understanding that she was to remove her blazer before entering his presence.
With a deep breath, C pushed open the door to D’s office, her heart pounding in anticipation. As she stepped inside, she slipped off her blazer, her erect nipples now visible through the sheer material of her blouse. The cool air in the room made her even more aware of her exposed state, sending a shiver down her spine.
D looked up from his desk as she approached, his gaze lingering on her chest. She could see a hint of appreciation in his eyes, the silent confirmation that she had fulfilled his command to her satisfaction. The acknowledgement sent a thrill of pleasure through her, reaffirming her desire to please him and to continue exploring this newfound aspect of herself.
As C stood before him, she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had stepped beyond her comfort zone, embracing her vulnerability and submitting to her master’s desires. It was an exhilarating and empowering experience, one that only seemed to strengthen the magnetic pull between them.
With a nod of approval, D dismissed her to resume her work, but not before letting his eyes linger on her exposed form for a moment longer. C left his office with a renewed sense of purpose and anticipation, eager to see how their connection would continue to unfold throughout the day.
In the back of her mind, she knew that each step she took further into this uncharted territory brought her closer to discovering the depths of her desires and the extent of her submission.
The subtle chime of the secret phone reached C’s ears, causing her pulse to quicken in anticipation. She knew, instinctively, that the message would contain a daring command from D, one that would test her boundaries and stoke the flames of their illicit connection. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unlocked the phone, her eyes scanning the text.
D’s directive was clear: he wanted her to capture a tantalizing selfie at her desk, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal her bare chest and her skirt hiked up to showcase the delicate fabric of her underwear. C felt a mixture of apprehension and excitement course through her veins as she considered the task before her.
With a deep breath, she began her preparations, ensuring her desk was positioned to provide her with a modicum of privacy. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers brushing against her skin as she exposed herself. The vulnerability of her situation only served to heighten her arousal, her body responding to the thrill of potentially being caught.
Next, she carefully hiked up her skirt, revealing the delicate lace of her underwear. The contrast of the fabric against her skin created a striking image, one that she knew would please D. Adjusting the angle of her phone, she captured the perfect shot, her body displayed in a tantalizing and alluring manner, yet still maintaining an air of elegance and sophistication.
As she pressed the send button, a sense of exhilaration washed over her. The thought of D seeing her in such a compromising position, his eyes drinking in every detail, only served to fuel her desire for him. The line between her professional life and her submission to D was becoming increasingly blurred, and she revelled in the intoxicating blend of power and vulnerability that their secret connection provided.
The response from D arrived almost instantaneously, his words washing over her like a wave of approval. He praised her with the words “good girl,” and C felt a shiver of delight race down her spine at the affirmation. The next command arrived quickly, D outlining his desire for her to maintain a heightened state of arousal throughout the day. He wanted her thong to be soaked with her desire by the day’s end, the musty fabric to serve as a keepsake of her devotion to him.
The very thought of D’s request sent a flutter of anticipation through her, her body eager to comply with his wishes. As the day progressed, C found herself constantly aware of her own arousal, her senses heightened, and her mind filled with thoughts of D and their secret connection.
In his message, D also mentioned that they would be having dinner together that evening, as he wanted to inform her about an upcoming business trip. C’s heart skipped a beat at the prospect of the trip, the idea of spending several days alone with D igniting a fire of excitement within her. The possibilities for their forbidden relationship seemed endless, the thought of being able to explore each other without the constraints of the office environment tantalizing her.
As the day wore on, C found herself growing increasingly eager for their dinner together, her thoughts consumed by the potential adventures that lay ahead. She imagined the two of them, alone in a foreign city, free to explore the depths of their desires and the boundaries of their submission and dominance. She longed to give herself to D completely, to surrender herself to his control and guidance.
As the hours passed, C’s thong grew damp with her mounting desire, the fabric a testament to her commitment to D’s command. The thought of presenting him with the soaked keepsake at the end of the day only served to intensify her anticipation for the evening to come, her body and mind fully attuned to the thrilling path she had chosen to walk with D.
The company’s lunchtime policy was rather lenient, allowing employees an hour-long break with the understanding that extended breaks were acceptable so long as their work was completed, or no urgent tasks awaited. C, who typically preferred to keep her breaks brief, found herself faced with a new and unexpected invitation that day. D had asked her to join him for lunch with a group of his personal friends, and despite her initial hesitation, C felt compelled to accept the invitation, her submissive role taking precedence over her usual habits.
C’s apprehension stemmed from her current state of undress, her bra absents beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, leaving the shape of her nipples visible for all to see. She couldn’t help but worry about the impression she would leave on D’s friends, aware that her master would likely instruct her to forgo the cover of her blazer in their presence. But, as she had been steadily melded into her role as D’s submissive, she found herself unable to resist his request.
With a deep breath, C prepared herself for the lunch meeting, her heart racing with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. As she joined D and his friends at the lunch venue, she was acutely aware of the gazes that seemed to linger on her exposed form, her cheeks flushing with a combination of embarrassment and arousal.
True to her expectations, D had instructed her to remove her blazer, leaving her vulnerable and exposed before the eyes of his friends. However, as the lunch continued, C found herself settling into her role, embracing the thrill of her submission and the attention it garnered. Her connection with D seemed to grow stronger, their secret bond only deepening as they navigated the social situation together.
C couldn’t help but feel that D had brought her along to the lunch as a means of displaying his trophy to his friends. There were five other men present, each of varying ages, and she couldn’t ignore the way their eyes seemed to fixate on her exposed form, particularly her visible nipples. She had little doubt that her master had shared stories about her with these men, their approving gazes serving as evidence of the tales they had been privy to. Surprisingly, this only served to heighten C’s arousal, fuelling her desire and stoking her pride in her own body.
As a woman of 38, C had been concerned that her allure might be waning, but the attention she received from these men seemed to challenge that notion. It appeared that her body still held a potent magnetism, capable of drawing the eyes and desires of those who beheld her. As she sat among the group, she felt a sense of pride swell within her, her self-consciousness gradually giving way to a newfound confidence in her sensuality.
Throughout the lunch, C revelled in the attention she received, allowing it to bolster her self-esteem and feed her growing arousal. She found herself increasingly attuned to the subtle glances and discreet touches that passed between her and D, their secret bond deepening with each shared moment of intimacy. As the meal continued, C couldn’t help but feel that her submission to D had unlocked a previously dormant part of herself, the thrill of their relationship opening the door to a world of new experiences and desires.
By the time the lunch drew to a close, C was filled with a renewed sense of devotion to her master and a newfound appreciation for her own allure.
Upon their return to the office, C obediently trailed behind her master as they entered his office. D was keen on assessing her progress in fulfilling the task he had set her earlier – to keep her thong moistened with her arousal throughout the day. As if acting on instinct, C locked the door behind her and then proceeded to lift her skirt in front of D, who was now seated in his chair, presenting herself for his inspection.
D’s eyes roved over the dampened fabric, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he acknowledged her dedication to the task. His fingers traced a delicate path across the soaked material, collecting the evidence of her desire. He then brought his finger to his lips, savouring her taste as though it were a rare delicacy, his approval apparent in the intensity of his gaze.
With a simple nod, D instructed C to return to her desk and continue with her work. The brief encounter left her feeling both vulnerable and empowered, the very essence of their connection rooted in the delicate balance between submission and desire. As she made her way back to her workspace, C couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of devotion to her master.
As the clock struck six, C felt the familiar buzz of her secret phone. She was being summoned to D’s office, anticipation and curiosity intermingling within her as she wondered what he had in store for her. With a deep breath, she gathered her composure and made her way to his sanctuary, the place where she had surrendered to his mastery time and time again.