He doesn’t ask, he demands. He demands more of me than any man I’ve ever known. He’s my boss, and I need him to be more.
I was transfixed by him the moment I first saw him. Young, successful, handsome, and unrelenting. He took me on as his secretary and he set out his list of demands, making me work for his approval and making me crave it.
These heels feel too tall for me, this pencil skirt too tight. But I’m not doing this for me, not putting myself out there wearing these kind of clothes to make me happy. I’m exposing myself for him, trying to catch his wandering eye and trying to make it settle on my body. I want him to see me, to see me as a woman.
He made the remark almost off-handedly, telling me that I didn’t dress the part. He didn’t even ask, just looked me over with those disdainful eyes and told me that I could be so much more. For his sake, I wanted to be.
I just want to make him happy, to keep him satisfied. And these new clothes are giving me a confidence that I’ve never felt before. I feel exposed, feel witnessed.
Because everyone is watching me now, and I’m going to give them one hell of a show.
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“But we’re far from done here,” he said to me, backing off suddenly and crossing his arms across his chest.
I looked down, locking my gaze low as I prepared for the other shoe to drop.
“What comes next just might scare you,” he said, “Because you’ve shown an indication that you might be good for my purposes. You’ve obeyed so far, but this was easy. What I need next is total submission.”
He stepped up and stepped in so close to me. His hand cupped my face and turned it up to look at him as I blinked hard and stared into his eyes.
“I want to please you, Sir,” I begged him.
“Then swear you’ll obey,” he asked me, “Swear to me that you’ll submit without protest or question. That’s what I want. That’s the only way that you can make me happy.”
It was the easiest thing in the world to tell him, “Yes.”
He smiled at my obedience, “You don’t even understand what you’re saying yes to. You don’t know what I’m going to ask of you. You don’t have the first clue what you’ll be asked to do.”
“But I know that it will make you happy,” I told him, “And satisfying you is enough for me. Have me how you want. Make me do what you want me to do.”
“And what if what I want, what I need, is to parade you around in front of other men? What if I want you to tease them, to please them? Would you do it, knowing that it made me happy?”
I didn’t really have to think, my body told me the answer. Heart racing and mind running back to all those men in the subway this morning and I knew that I would. I would not only do it. I’d fucking love it.
“Use me, Sir,” I begged him, “Give me to other men if that will make you happy but use me yourself too. I want everything. I want you.”
“Of course,” he replied, “What makes you think that I could resist you?”
He wasn’t subtle. The moment the words were out of his lips his hands were on me, grabbing me and dragging me into him but I didn’t mind. I loved it.
And I loved it when he kissed me, when his lips crushed against mine and gave me just what I needed and what I’d been trying not to fantasize about.
I wanted to be his good employee. I wanted to make him happy. Satisfying him was the only thing I needed in this world.