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.