Fiction! a short story
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Posted:Apr 3, 2017 12:24 pm
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Dedicated to D
The Interview
i was nervous about the interview with Mr. D because i needed the job, and i'd heard that Mr. D was a demanding boss. He was a large man who was used to having his way. i'd also heard rumors from my girlfriends that he had a reputation for making advances at women who worked for Him - though i wasn't aware of any real evidence that this was true. Nevertheless, i knew he was a man, and he cared about appearance. i dressed carefully in a short but tasteful summer dress that flattered my legs, sheer stockings, and 3 inch heels (not excessive for some one as petite as i). For some reason i spent more time than usual on my make-up and i shaved and moisturized my legs the night before to show them to advantage. When i arrived i felt fully prepared for Mr. D.
A tall receptionist, formal and not particularly friendly, led me to his office door. Mr. D looked up from his desk, stood up, and asked me to come in, motioning to a chair at a small conference table. He was a large man, and made me feel small when he stood up. He sat down in a chair to my side. i was pleased that i would not be interviewed across his desk. This was encouraging.
"I'm glad you came in Ms. O. This is quite a demanding job and I have a number of strict requirements. It's very important that you understand and agree to the rules if you want to work for me."
"i understand, Mr. D. Thank you for the chance to interview."
"Appearance is very important in this office, Ms. O. Your resume is very impressive, but I needed to see you for myself."
"i think you will find that my work is very professional and i always maintain a tasteful and professional appearance, Mr. D."
"Yes, I'm sure you do, Ms. O, but there are some additional requirements. Please stand up and turn around so I can look at you."
i thought this was a bit strange, but i complied.
"Very good, Ms. O. You have a very nice ass, which i appreciate. Could you kindly lift your skirt so I can assess your qualifications?"
"What?" i asked?
"I requested you to lift your skirt for my inspection," he said gruffly. "I expect obedience. Do you want this job? There are many girls out there who are equally qualified and highly motivated."
"Yes, Sir," i stammered, feeling myself blushing. i lifted the hem of my skirt to my stocking tops without looking at his eyes. He returned a piercing stare that i could not avoid. i hoped that this would be over quickly. It wasn't.
"Ms. O. That is hardly satisfactory, and I'm sure you know that. I will need to have your dress off. I am very strict about my girls, especially their lingerie. You will undress to your bra and panties. There are hangers for your dress in the closet. No need to be embarrassed. My office is quite private, and I can assure you we will not be disturbed."
i slipped off my dress and petticoat under his piercing stare, and hung them up in the closet. (Strangely, i thought, there were hangers clearly designed for ladies' clothes with those little grooves for my dress straps and petticoat.) i was dressed in a lacy bra and panties, garter belt and stockings, heels in hand.
"Leave your heels on, Ms. O, and come over here."
Despite my heels, i returned to my chair feeling very small and completely vulnerable under his stare, and i recognized again that he was a very large man. i wondered if the door was locked. I decided that it was. Mr. D looked me up and down and then fixed his stare on my lace panties. Under his gaze i felt more naked than naked, and a little scared, but also a little excited.
"Ms. O, I can see from your choice of lingerie that you are not quite as innocent as you appear. What were thinking when you chose your panties this morning?"
"Nothing, i stammered. i like pretty things."
"Yes, I'm sure you do, but I think there is more to it than that, and you know that very well, Ms. O. What were you thinking when you chose those panties?" He didn't wait for an answer. and didn't expect one. "I'm quite satisfied with your appearance, Ms. O, but I will need to assess two other things."
I could not imagine what else was required, having gotten to this stage in the interview, and i looked over at the closet, assuming, His fetish satisfied, that i would be permitted to slip back into my dress, and we would move on to something, thankfully, more work-related.
"Ms. O, I know what you're thinking, but it's not time for you to get dressed. I told you I have two more things to assess." At this point he took firm hold of my forearm. i suddenly understood that i was entirely alone in this office with a large powerful man, and i was not free to leave.
"Yes, Ms. O. I will need to assess your abilities to suck cock. You will be expected to suck my cock whenever and wherever requested without exception. I suspect it won't be your first time, Ms. O, but you will find that I have strict requirements that may be new to you. You will be expected to take all of my cock; I will always control the process completely; and if I choose to give you my cum, you will swallow every drop. I expect strict compliance on all of this. I think you may have seen the riding crop in the closet. You will find that I'm quite skillful in its use as gentle encouragement if you choose to disobey my rules."
"And there is a second thing to assess?" i stammered.
"Yes, Ms. O. You are deliciously petite with a tight little body, but I shall also need to assess your pussy. You will work for me with the understanding that I shall have access 24/7 to your mouth and your pussy. They are no longer yours to control. They are mine to use for my pleasure exactly as I see fit whenever and wherever I demand them. I will need to assess whether your pussy is sufficiently tight to meet my exacting requirements. I especially enjoy giving "stretch assignments" to girls that are slim and petite like you, but I take nothing for granted without checking for myself. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to hire the wrong girl."
i was sitting in a locked office with this large powerful man and completely dumbfounded by this exchange. But i could see that He was completely serious and could overpower me easily. His behavior was outrageous and inexcusable. And yet there was something compelling and exciting about his authority and forcefulness; there was even something compelling about the riding crop! i wondered if He would cum in my mouth. i wondered if He planned to test my pussy with his finger or whether He would use his cock, or would he use both? Would he be rough? Would he hurt me? But, strangely, i was calm and my focus was on pleasing Him. i hoped that He would be pleased with my cock sucking skills. More than anything, i did not want to disappoint Him. i hoped he would praise me and call me a "good girl' when He was finished with my mouth. i hoped He would say the same when He was finished with my pussy... i wondered if He would be irritated with me if i came when he fucked me.... or if i was too noisy when i came...?
i was paralyzed when without a word, his large hands slid deliberately under my silky panties, and he inserted his finger deep inside me, immediately finding my g-spot in the moisture. i moaned. i was lost. i could tell that He knew from that moment that He would get everything he wanted from me...
To be continued
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Back to the original plan
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Posted:May 26, 2016 8:28 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2022 10:15 pm 20529 Views
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This blog has been dormant. Apologies for that. My original idea was to map the process of my evolution into a part-time sissy beginning with early childhood memories.
Somewhere online i saw a rather coarse quote to the effect that "Your a-s knew you were a sissy before you did". i think there may be some truth to this. Earliest sexual memories: i remember masturbating in the second grade by rubbing against my sheets and climaxing every night. i didn't know what it was about, but sensed that it had something to do with girls. Somehow, i had the idea that this was an erotic feeling that girls had all the time. After all they got to wear pretty things all the time that were off limits to me so their experience had to be very different. Somehow i discovered that insertion of a pencil (i had some color "art pencils" with a nice smooth end with no eraser - opposite the point - added to the intensity. (Maybe it was a carry over from forgotten excitement from having my mother take my temperature rectally as a very little boy?)
So in the second grade i had my first dildo - or set of dildos - a set of art pencils that my parents had given me...!
Next chapter: Little girl lingerie envy (second grade) - and i discover the excitement of wearing panties (fourth grade). Please bear with me...first experience with a man didn't happen until age 21...
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Posted:Feb 18, 2015 10:33 am
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