Sorry for the delay. Life always gets in the way. Hopefully everyone enjoys this chapter and the various women. Someone asked for a brief refresher of the women involved in the chapter as the cast of characters is getting pretty large.
Carly: Jay's fiance. Has an asian female subordination fetish
Victoria: Jay's secretary. Jay hasn't slept with her.
Louise: Carly's little sister's roommate. Slutty virgin. Jay hasn't slept with her either (obviously).
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I never should have doubted anything Carly said. She had an uncanny knack for reading people. While she stayed at the house with express instructions to edge herself until meeting me for lunch, I left for work and my newest conquest. When I got in, Victoria, my secretary, swiveled around in her chair and nearly caused my heart to stop. The first thing I noticed was the piercing blue eyes that she looked up at me with. She'd put on far more eye shadow than normal and it gave her eyes a smoldering, sexiness that I'd never noticed.
But that was just the literal tip of the proverbial iceberg. Her dusky brown hair was done up in a ponytail which served to highlight the three thin strings that tightly circled her beautiful neck in a choker. The choker was actually one of two necklaces she was wearing, with the other hanging low on her chest and a shiny golden cross that nestled between her large tits. I'd noticed before that she was well endowed but her fleshy orbs had always been hidden underneath fully buttoned up shirts. Today she was wearing a tight white business jacket with no evidence of a shirt underneath. The thin line of a lacy bra peaked out from the deep V the jacket cut down her chest and appeared to be the only thing stopping someone from reaching into her jacket to feel that soft skin.
As my eyes involuntarily raked down, I saw the tight, knee length skirt she was wearing and, more importantly, I saw the obvious stockings and the tell-tale pull of a garter belt on them. She had on four inch stilletos to top off the outfit and by the time my eyes made it back up to her face (enjoying every feature a second time) she had a satisfied smirk on her face as well. I guess I now knew what Carly had talked to her about the other day.
"I hope you had a nice night, Mr. S. It's a busy day today," she said as she bit her lip and looked up at me. "Please do let me know if there's anything I can do for you, Sir. Any service you need."
I gulped and went into my office, shutting the door behind me. The erection in my pants was massive. Carly must have told her every little secret to dressing to please me because I couldn't have picked a more perfect outfit. From the just barely professional outerwear to the black lacy underwear hinted at underneath. She looked absolutely perfect. I threw myself into my work for about half an hour, trying to distract myself and calm myself down. I had two meetings that ate up most of my morning which was a helpful sidetrack. But by lunchtime, I was back to thinking about my cock. I texted Carly:
Me: Ready for lunch baby. I've got a really hard cock for your holes.
Carly: Really? What got you so hard, Master? 😇😈😏
Me: I assume you expected this? Victoria has dressed... exceptionally well today.
Carly: Mmm... I expected as much, Master. She's very... eager... to please you. You just need to tell her how.
Me: So she's like you?
Carly: She might be even more submissive, Master.
Me: Maybe I should take her to lunch instead of you. 😁
Carly: Please do, Master.
Me: You'd have to continue edging alone all day. You'll be practically brainless by the time I get home.
Carly: Promise, Master? My poor little clit might be completely numb and useless, Master. Just as it should be.
Me: You asked for it, slut. Enjoy your misery.
Carly: Enjoy your "lunch" date, Master. 😚💖💗
Carly: And remember, tell her what you want and she'll do it, Master.
I put my phone down and buzzed Victoria's desk.
"Victoria ca... Victoria, come in here," I said remembering her admonition to tell not ask.
"Yes Sir, Mr. S," came the reply and she was opening my door only moments later. She smoothed out her skirt and stood in front of me looking slightly uncomfortable in her new, far sexier, attire.
"Close the door, Victoria," I said and she obeyed instantly. "Why are you dressed like this?"
She stammered, taken aback and unsure how to answer, "I'm sorry, Sir. Is it not acceptable? Did I not get the outfit right. Carly said..."
"Carly told me she put you up to this. I'll be speaking with her later. I want you to tell me why you did it."
I could see the worry in her face, "I thought it would please you, Sir. I thought it was what you wanted."
"Why have you never dressed this way before?"
"I... I didn't know it's how you liked women to... uhmm... dress."
"Did I tell you to dress this way?"
"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I'll go home at lunch and change, Mr. S."
"No, no... I'll go home with you and show you what to wear for me."
"Mr. S?"
I turned to her as I stood up, "That's what you want, right? To dress in a way that pleases me?"
"Yes, Mr. S. Absolutely," she said in a sexy purr. She realized that I wasn't upset and as I stood, her eyes flicked down to see the obvious affect her attire had on me. I gestured to the door and the two of us walked out of the office together. As it turned out, her apartment was only a couple blocks away from the office. She shared it with two other girls and a gay friend of theirs, none of whom were home at the moment.
We walked quietly along the busy New York sidewalks, both nervous at the change that was about to happen in our relationship. I was distracted about the thought of fucking an actual subordinate. Daphne had been one thing but Victoria reported directly to me. Even with the permissive nature of the partners, this could blow up in my face. Although with Carly's wealth, I guess that was no longer particularly important.
She led me into her apartment, hands trembling with nervousness as she tried to fit the key in the lock. I gently reached out and covered her hands, guiding the key into the opening. I don't think the metaphor of that action was lost on either one of us. She sighed at the contact and turned gently, opening the door into a spartan, yet somehow still messy, low end apartment. "Where's your bedroom?" I asked. She pointed and I walked in, trying to exude confidence.
"So you're going to wear whatever I want?" I asked, staring at her beautiful, big eyes.
"Yes, Sir," she said nervously. Her fingers were playing with the lip of the jacket nervously as if she was unsure whether I wanted her to pull it around her tightly or yank it off. I studied her, looking at her long brown hair and her slender neck. Her big tits were heaving attractively as she was practically panting with arousal. Her rosy skin was even redder with the flush from that arousal. I could feel my cock stir.
"You want to be a good secretary?"
