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?"
"Yes, Sir," she said softly.
"A good secretary meets all of her boss's needs, you know."
"Yes, Sir," she said more confidently.
"First, let's start with your appearance," I told her as I looked through her clothes. "None of this will do."
"I'm sorry, Sir," she said with bare hint of a sob.
"Don't blame yourself, Victoria. I obviously haven't been clear with what I expect. You are a beautiful, attractive, sexy woman. You won't hide that anymore. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. S," she said with a sniff. "Tell me what I can do better, please."
"You should make sure you're sexy and attractive... But don't get carried away. Don't get me wrong, you look hot today but it's a bit much. You're going to give one of the senior partners a heart attack and I can't have my secretary getting fired."
"Yes, Sir." Her grin was infectious and I could tell she was enjoying herself. Her uncertain nervousness was changing into the kind of nervous energy you get when you're excited. Very excited.
"I'll give you a grand today and... let's say $300 a month as a clothing allowance," I pulled out my phone and shot her some money via paypal. "Form fitting skirts and blouses but make sure you're covered up. You're not advertising to anybody but me. Make sure you buy the sexiest underwear you can find, okay?"
"Yes, Sir, Mr. S. I won't let you down, Sir."
I stepped closer to her and gently guided her chin up so she was looking me in the eyes. "I know you won't," I said and leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were soft and cool with a moist sweetness that I found very arousing. It was a slow, almost chaste kiss that lasted only a few moments. Our tongues barely grazing each other but obviously lighting a fire in both of us. I broke the kiss and could see the unmistakable lust and need in her eyes, "Now... strip for me, Victoria."
She didn't argue or question, simply nodding as she began slowly taking her clothes off. She tossed her jacket down, revealing her huge tits that rivaled Sherry in enormity. They were right at the edge of what I found attractive. Any bigger and they'd have been too much but as she stuck them out while she unclasped her bra, I couldn't help but think they were perfect. Firm and round, they looked eager for attention with tiny little pink nipples hard and ready. So transfixed by her beautiful tits, I almost didn't notice as she stepped out of her skirt. She was wearing a lacy thong and stockings. With the high heels still on, she looked like a waitress at a topless bar. But much hotter and less jaded than what you typically get at those establishments.
"Take the panties off, slut," I said softly. I was curious what her response would be. Would she bristle at my favorite term of endearment?
"I'm... I'm not..." she stammered in protest as she pulled the lacy thong down her perfectly smooth, fleshy thighs.
"A slut? You're stripping on command for your boss," I said matter of factly as I held my hand out and she submissively placed the moist garment in my hand. She shifted from side to side, unsure where to put her hands.
"Doesn't a... a slut... have sex with lots of guys?"
I chuckled, "Some do? Would you like to fuck lots of cocks?" I asked, intentionally using cruder language. She winced at the words but didn't break eye contact. Instead, I noticed her nipples get even harder, verifying her lust.
She shook her head, "No, Sir."
"Put your hands behind your head, slut," I told her as I reached out to touch her tits for the first time. She sighed softly as I let the tip of my finger just barely graze the hard nub. "Spread your legs wider, slut."
"Yes, Sir," she said and did as instructed, standing with her hands behind her head and her legs spread about three feet apart. I reached between her legs and felt her smooth, wet cunt and a hard, protruding clit. It wasn't going to be hard to find hers.
"Whenever I tell you to present yourself, this is how you'll stand. Understand?"
