I opened the door of my office on a bright Monday morning at about
eight-forty five and crossed to my desk, putting my brief-case on
a chair and placing my lap-top on my desk.
I went to the large picture window and stood looking out from my
vantage point on the twenty-fifth floor at the Dockland vista now
undergoing such rapid commercial development. I mused briefly over
the last six weeks following my successful take-over of the large
Financial Services and Public Relations company of which I was now
sole owner and Company Chairman. Although I was interested in
business and making money had it’s own attractions, the structure
of my business afforded me absolute power over the lives of so
many people that it gave me great scope for the exercise of my
particular talents and interests.
One of my first actions had been to personalise the office
changing the previous rather utilitarian fittings. I had replaced
the original desk with my own desk and changed all the furniture.
Along one wall I now had a large settee in leather with small onyx
tables conveniently placed at each end. In front of the settee was
a large low onyx coffee-table and on the other side of this, two
large leather armchairs. In the corner behind the office door,
beside the door to my small en-suite bathroom I had a well stocked
cocktail cabinet. Perhaps the biggest change I had made was that
beyond the en-suite bathroom I had had a door opened through to
what had been the Vice-Chairman’s office. This office I had now
converted into a luxurious bedroom with a large water bed next to
a floor-to-ceiling picture window which occupied the full length
of one long wall. The wall opposite to the door was fitted with
concealed wardrobes the doors of which were mirrors made from
slightly smoky glass. The ceiling was covered by a large mirror
but this could be concealed by a cover remotely operated from a
console in the head of the bed whch also allowed me to change the
room lighting, close curtains, select music etc.
On the other side of my office was an office which had been
occupied by the Finance Director under the previous
administration. I had the building fabric modified so that the
external door to the corridor was closed off permanently and a new
door put in from my office. This was to be the office for my P.A.
and the only entrance to it was now through my large office.
In addition to alterations to the fabric of the office-space as
soon as I had taken over the Company I began to restructure the
Head Office staff choosing very carefully the personnel. The basis
for my choices were not always obvious to outsiders although they
were to me as I was putting in place actors and actresses to play
out a great drama as I controlled their lives more and more
closely with or without their consent. I had taken six weeks to
get to know the company without making any changes in key
personnel but now I felt that I knew enough about the set-up to
begin making my key appointments.
My first appointment was, of course, my Personal Assistant. I
checked through several applications before I came upon the right
combination of qualities for my purposes and worth interviewing
and thus I begin the first chapter in my Diary.
The P.A. – Suzanne’s Story
Now that my first series of crucial Board meetings were behind me
I had one or two pressing pieces of business to take care of.
Firstly I had to appoint a P.A. to keep my affairs in order
during my inevitable absences from the office. My second priority
once I was confident that I could leave my Head Office for a few
days was to visit my two Associate Companies and to set up two
more, one in Edinburgh and one in Cardiff.
Also after the extreme pressure of the last six weeks I needed a
holiday which I intended to spilt between my cottage in Wales and
the chalet that I maintained in Grindelwald Switzerland, as I was
a keen climber. But my first priority was to appoint a P.A. I had
not interfered with the secretarial structure of the Company since
assuming control so my current secretary was the one who had
served the previous Chairman who my coup had ousted. She made no
secret of her resentment to me and by mutual consent , even if
unexpressed, she was looking for another position.
I sat down at my desk and looked over the C.V.’s of the three
candidates that I was planning to interview that morning. All
looked very promising and I was sure that I would find places for
all of them in my Organisation. However one was outstanding and I
felt that, even before interview, unless I was very much
surprised, that I had found my new P.A. It was quite important to
have her installed and operating as soon as possible as before the
end of the week I needed to leave the office for a couple of days
for the first of my visits to my other companies.
Suzanne Price was twenty-four and a very pretty blonde. I only had
a head and shoulders photograph, pass-port style, attached to her
C.V. and application form but it looked very promising. She had
high Slavic cheek-bones setting off a generally very fine bone
structure with wide blue eyes admirably complementing her long
blonde hair which hung deceptively casually to her shoulders
although a lot of attention had clearly been given to attaining
just the right effect. Her lips made a perfect bow and I smiled to
myself with anticipation. I could not, of course see her figure. I
looked forward very much to the interviews as a beginning to my
real use for this Company. I already had more money than I could
ever spend. What interested me now was not making money but the
use, and abuse, of power over the lives of others, both men and
women. I had provided myself with a unique opportunity to exercise
this power and I intended to indulge myself to the fullest.
I saw the light go on in the communication centre on my desk
informing me that my secretary had arrived and was ready when I
needed her. I glanced at my watch. It was now a quarter past nine
and I was expecting Suzanne at nine-thirty. I buzzed for my
secretary and asked her to bring me some coffee. She hardly
bothered to conceal the animosity in her eyes and clearly we would
both be happier when she had moved on.
When she returned she was carrying a tray on which there was a
silver pot of coffee and two delicate porcelain cups. I motioned
for her to put it on the small onyx table beside my settee. She
left the room. Carrying Suzanne’s C.V. I went and sat down in an
armchair and poured myself some coffee. I sat studying her
photograph and reading over the details that she had provided
while I waited for her arrival to be announced. I noted that she
was not married and that she lived in North London within
reasonable travelling distance. She had a good degree in Media
Studies and some but not a lot of experience. She had not had a
position as a P.A. to a Board member before and as P.A. to the
Chairman this would be a very big step-up for her. I checked the
salary that she required and smiled to myself. Suzanne had a big
surprise coming to her this morning, in more ways than one!
There was a discreet buzz from my communication centre and I arose
and crossed to my desk. I flicked a switch and my secretary
announced Suzanne’s arrival. I glanced at my watch and smiled to
myself, right on time and clearly very keen.
“Please show her in,” I said quietly, and stood behind my desk
The door opened and my rather sour-faced secretary ushered in an
absolutely stunning blonde.
“This is Miss Price, Mr Evans,” she said.
I nodded to her and waited until she had left the room, closing
the door behind herself with rather unnecessary emphasis before I
turned my attention to my visitor who stood, rather uncertainly,
just inside the door. I looked her over from head to foot slowly,
not concealing my interest. She was about five feet ten inches in
heels that were about four inches high. She certainly was not a
disappointment after her photograph. She was stunningly pretty,
carefully made-up with rather pale lip-gloss and her blonde hair
was put up emphasising a lovely long slender neck. She was wearing
a rather formal dark-blue business suit over a crisp white blouse
open at the neck to just about the start of her cleavage. After a
first initial glance I scrutinised her more carefully and slowly.
I had already noted her neck and my eyes fell to and focussed on
her breasts. Although they were somewhat concealed by the formal
cut of the business suit it was clear that she was very well made
indeed, at least a 36C I judged and probably a 38C. Her figure
tapered to a narrow thin waist before broadening to rather full
but not overfull hips. Her skirt was surprisingly short, about
four inches off her knee revealing athletic shapely slender legs
with very neat knees and ankles concealed by sheer dark either
stockings or tights. She was becoming a little uncomfortable under
my long inspection and blushed slightly but did not fidget. I was
pleased to see that in what was a rather embarrassing moment for
her her composure and self-possession began to crack and the dark
shadow of anxiety appeared in her clear eyes. I was used to
looking for the signs and this indication of a lack of self-
confidence and however well Suzanne tried to conceal it was all I
needed to detect her underlying insecurity – and insecurity is the
first stage on the road to submission.
I came from behind my desk, took her hand briefly and showed her
to a seat on the settee appreciating her delicate perfume as she
passed me. I did not want her to feel threatened at this early
stage so I took an armchair opposite her. She sat back on the
settee and her thighs parted slightly affording a tantalising view
of the curve of her inner thigh and the briefest glimpse of the
lacy hem of a white slip. I poured her coffee and held it out,
deliberately far from her so that she would need to lean forward.
She moved forward on the settee and I looked appreciatively as, in
spite of her efforts to prevent it her thighs parted a little
further and I had another tantalising flash of her lacy slip as
her short skirt rode up her slender thighs. I noted how, as her
thighs were flattened by her weight against the leather of the
settee the muscles of her thighs and calves had become more
clearly defined under the dark nylon. She leaned forward to take
her coffee and her blouse gaped a little at the neck allowing a
glimpse of the treasures within. Her cleavage deepened and her
breasts strained against the fabric of her jacket as she took the
coffee cup from me. I looked down deeply into the open neckline of
her crisp white blouse as she bent forward. I kept hold of the
coffee cup a moment longer compelling her to stay in the revealing
position I had engineered. I inspected her cleavage and the upper
surface of her full creamy breasts and let her see, so that she
was in no doubt, that I was looking down into her bosom. I
released the cup and she sat back with relief, her cheeks stained
a little more with a delicate flush. I smiled at her.
She smiled back nervously and I rapidly took her through her
application form and C.V. It immediately became apparent that if
anything Suzanne had understated her talents and I could see great
possibilities in her. I excused myself for a moment and went to
the outer office where I told my secretary to postpone the
interviews for the other two applicants for the position but to
keep them on stand-by. I re-entered my large office still carrying
her application form and sat down again opposite Suzanne, placing
it on the table in front of me. My coffee cup was empty and I
glanced at it and then at Suzanne.
She immediately got the message and moved forward on the settee
allowing me anther glimpse into the mysterious darkness of the
juncture of her thighs under her short skirt before leaning
forward to pour my coffee and unavoidably displaying her cleavage
and the promise of her lush curves to my appreciative eye again. I
smiled at her and let her lean further forward to hand me the cup.
As I took it I looked from her eyes deliberately into the depths
of her cleavage again. She blushed more deeply as she relinquished
the cup and sat back with evident relief against the upholstered
back of the settee.
I took a sip of coffee and began to outline to Suzanne the
responsibilities of the position for which she had applied and for
which I was beginning to think that she was supremely qualified in
all aspects. She showed an engaging eagerness and I was beginning
to feel very pleased. I put my cup down and got up from my chair
and went to stand at the window looking out over London. I
considered all aspects and realised that all things being equal I
had found my P.A. However, there was still one large component to
the interview that Suzanne would not have predicted and could not
have prepared for. First however, she needed a carrot. I discussed
the salary that she had specified and told her that I considered
this to be an executive position for which the rewards should be
commensurate with the responsibility of the post and that the
successful applicant would receive a salary twenty-five per cent
higher than she could ever have expected and considerably higher
than that which she had specified. She gave a little gasp of shock
and blushed more deeply. I smiled at her confusion and said, “Now
Miss Price, I think it is appropriate for me to call you
‘Suzanne’, don’t you?”
She smiled back and nodded gaining control of herself again. Now
was the time to begin to exert some gentle pressure. I looked into
her blue eyes and said quietly, “Suzanne, this is a very
responsible position and we are going to have get to know one
another very well indeed as we shall be working very closely and
depending on one another. I like to know the families of my
employees and to try to understand the pressures of their lives
outside the office. I see that you are unmarried.
Do you live alone?”
Suzanne smiled at me, clearly relaxing and told me that since she
had come down from University she had been living with her parents
as she was saving up for a flat. I thought about this for a moment
and decided that I should enjoy seeing her in her home setting
before I finally made up my mind.
“It would be rather nice if you were to invite me to dinner at
your home tonight if this causes you and your parents no
difficulty because of the short notice. I have to go away
tomorrow. This will be the second interview. If all goes well I
will be happy to offer you the position on a six month trial
period. I understand from your application form that you are
She flushed with childish pleasure, nodded and thanked me in her
rather well modulated voice but looked rather stunned at my sudden
demand. I gave her no chance to think about it but stood and
waited for her to follow suit. She rose elegantly to her feet and
smoothed down her skirt over her hips. I offered her my hand
taking her small cool fingers in mine and smiled into her eyes. I
let her telephone her mother from my desk and the arrangements
were quickly concluded. I smiled into her eyes.
“I will be at your house at eight o’clock for dinner Suzanne, I
will see you again then.” I said and released her hand.
She smiled uncertainly, wished me ‘good-bye’ and turned and walked
to the door. For the first time I saw her back view and it was not
a disappointment. Her womanly curves were even more evident from
behind and her bottom looked full and promising under the tight
short skirt. Just as she was about to close the door she took a
last quick glance at me and saw me steadily watching her. She gave
a last nervous smile and closed the door gently. I smiled with
satisfaction. I felt that I had found my P.A. and I looked forward
to finally assessing her over dinner. I did not think that I had
made a mistake but in these matters I always like to be as certain
I sat at my desk making a few notes. I was still coming to grips
with the organisation and clearly several key changes were
necessary. I had arranged for ten o’clock a meeting with the
Director of Human Resources for the Group and I had my notes ready
either in my head or on paper. The discreet tone from my
communication centre told me that he was in my outer office. I
pressed a key and my secretary showed him in. I spent the rest of
the morning with him going over the company structure and pointing
out where I felt there were weaknesses. Just before lunch I came
to my personal appointments. I told him that I was in the process
of appointing my P.A. and that she would need an secretary. I left
it to him to provide me with three short-listed names to be
interviewed by Suzanne and himself while I was away.
I also told him that I was unhappy with my secretary and that I
wanted an immediate change. I rode over his misgivings and stated
that whatever the cost of her separation package I wanted her out
and a new secretary, more to my taste, in post by the beginning of
the next week, when I returned to the office. His mouth dropped
open as he considered what this would cost in compensation. I
waved his concerns away and told to set up interviews for the
following morning but that I would select my secretary. He looked
a little shell-shocked as he gathered his papers and left the
I stood for a moment looking out of the window over London and
considered the morning’s events with satisfaction. It could hardly
have gone better. I went to my bathroom and freshened up before
going out for a quick light lunch. I had a Board Meeting at two
o’clock which would fully occupy my afternoon. The afternoon went
very smoothly as I introduced the Board to my plans for my new
Company and wound the meeting up without allowing time for
discussion. They would soon learn that there was only one man in
charge. I looked around at the five Board members. There were all
in the late thirties or early forties and Simon, the Director of
Human Resources and the oldest, looked about fifty. I wondered
about their wives and families and plans and possibilities began
to develop in my mind for them all. This Company was going to
become my private playground and hunting preserve and their lives
and the lives of their families would be irrevocably changed by
their contact with me. I wound the meeting up rather peremptorily
at four o’clock, returned to my office and ordered a limousine.
I was quickly chauffeured to Harrod’s where I visited one of two
departments and made some purchases that I would need for the
evening before having myself driven back to my office.
I glanced at my watch as I entered the building and saw that it
was now just after five o’clock. I went to my office and passed
straight through to my bedroom where I changed into a tracksuit
and went to the basement of the building where I spent about three
quarters of an hour in the gym undergoing a vigorous work-out. I
left the gym and went next door to the small but luxurious
swimming pool and after a brisk swim I opened the door of the
well-appointed sauna. I was alone and I stripped and had a long
energy-giving sauna as I planned the future. I was looking forward
to this evening and as I thought of Suzanne and visualised her
ripe curves in the setting of the sauna I became erect. I smiled
and went and had a cold plunge before having a long cold shower,
slipping my track-suit back on and returning to my office. It was
now seven o’clock and, before dressing, I called the garage and
arranged for my car to be in front of the building at seven
thirty. I went through to my bedroom and shaved using a light
after-shave and brushed and combed my hair. I dressed in black
slacks, a black polo-necked silk sweater, black socks and a pair
of well-shined light shoes. As is my custom I did not wear
underwear. I glanced again at my watch and went though my office,
locking the doors as I left. I went down in the lift to the main
foyer, nodding as I left to the security staff.
My car was in front of the building as I expected, a sleek black
Lamborghini with darkened glass windows. I operated the electronic
lock and settled behind the wheel. I quickly checked the map to
remind myself of the area where Suzanne and her family lived and
started the powerful engine. I drove through the darkening streets
thinking of the evening ahead and before long I had arrived at my
destination. I drew up outside their house and shut off the
engine. I looked around for a moment. The house was a typical
small semi-detached house in a residential street in a quiet area.
I picked up the bag with my purchases, got out and locked the car,
opened their garden gate and walked up to the front door. At
precisely eight o’clock I rang the bell. There was a short pause
and the door was opened by a distinguished-looking man in his
early sixties who smiled confidently at me.
“Good evening Mr Evans, I am David, Suzanne’s father,” he said in
a well-modulated voice as he extended his hand, “please come in.
Suzanne is nearly ready. She will be down in a minute.”
I let him show me into a comfortably furnished room putting my bag
down unobtrusively in the hall as I passed. It was a combination
dining room and lounge with an open-plan kitchen at one end. There
was a big window with a glass door opening into a small darkened
I took a chair at David’s invitation from where I could see the
door of the room and I accepted a glass of chilled dry white wine.
The door from the hall opened and a very elegant lady, who was
clearly from her features Suzanne’s mother, entered. David
introduced me to his wife, Janet, and we made small talk during
the few minutes that we waited for Suzanne.
I took a sip of my wine, a very good wine, I noted just as the
hall door opened the and Suzanne came in smiling shyly at me. I
stood and extended my hand, pressing her fingers briefly before
releasing her cool hand and sitting down again. I studied her as
she stood waiting for her father to pour her some wine before she
sat down. She looked quite simply stunning. She was wearing a very
simple black dress with very fine straps which left her creamy
shoulders completely bare. It was tightly fitted to her bosom
accentuating her large firm breasts and very low cut indeed
dipping to a vee-shape in the mid line and leaving at least the
upper half of her firm breasts bare. The dress clung snugly to
her slim waist before flaring over her hips. It was very short, at
least five inches above the knee. She was wearing stiletto heels,
at least four inches high accentuating her calves and bottom.
We sat down, Suzanne and her father on a small settee opposite to
my large armchair and her mother in another arm-chair across the
room. I considered them as I drank and we made small talk. They
were an attractive family and seemed happy together.. I turned my
attention to Suzanne again and decided that she was really quite
There was no other word for it. I began to talk to them about my
plans for the Company for the next few months detailing the scope
and responsibility of my P.A. Suzanne and her father looked at
one another as I spoke with scarcely concealed excitement and I
saw Suzanne covertly reach for her father’s hand. I smiled to
myself. The time passed pleasantly and presently Suzanne excused
herself to complete the dinner. Her mother went to help her while
David took me through the kitchen into the small but attractive
conservatory. We discussed his work as a graphic designer until
Suzanne banged a small gong with a happy smile and let us know
that dinner was served. I was pleased to see that she was losing
her awe of me and was rapidly relaxing and as she did so her
personality began to flower. She was not only a beautiful woman
but now that she felt more in control in hr own home environment
she was relaxed and funny. She seemed to have forgotten the way I
had blatantly caressed her full figure with my eyes while she was
in my office that morning.
Dinner passed swiftly and before long we were back in the
conservatory having after-dinner liqueurs. I was relaxing on a
comfortable small armchair which David and Suzanne sat together on
a small settee opposite to me. Her mother was making coffee. I
sipped my cognac and just waited quietly. The coffee was served
and we spent some time making small talk. As time went on I saw
Suzanne look meaningfully at her father who waited a decent
interval and then smiled across at me.
“I wonder if you would excuse me for ten minutes or so, Mr Evans,”
he said brightly, “there are one or two telephone calls I have to
make. I am hoping to land a big contract. I need my wife for a
moment also, she acts as a sort of secretary for me.”
I smiled at him and nodded. He rose, touched his daughter’s
shoulder encouragingly and left the conservatory. Suzanne
noticed that my glass was empty. I declined cognac as I was
driving and she brought me a chilled sparkling mineral water
with a slice of lime. I thought for a moment and then, putting
my glass down, I looked across at Suzanne and said,
“Well, Suzanne, there is no need to prolong this. I told you this
morning that this was the second interview. I am pleased to offer
you the position as my P.A.”
She flushed prettily and, for a moment, could hardly speak.
“Thank you, thank you so much,” she gasped a little breathlessly.
I looked into her happy eyes and decided that now was the time to
begin to let her know how things were going to be. I arose,
crossed to the settee and sat down beside the pretty young blonde.
She looked at me over her wine glass which she was twisting
nervously in her small fingers.
“This is a very important position Suzanne. I shall require your
absolute loyalty and unquestioning obedience. You will do
everything I say, no matter whether or not it is against your
inclinations. I believe that you can only have one Master and I am
yours as long as you are my employee. I shall feel free to make
any demands of you I choose and I shall expect you to comply. Do
you see any problem in this?” I asked.
I could see that she was trying to follow me but had not
understood and was too shy to ask me to repeat it.
“I don’t think there will be a problem,” she said hesitantly, “you
are paying me a very large salary and I will try to do my best to
I smiled again.
“You will certainly earn it my dear,” I thought to myself with
I looked at her without speaking and she twisted her glass in her
fingers and crossed her legs nervously displaying again her
splendid thighs. I finished my iced water and looked at Suzanne
expectantly. She immediately got up and took my glass to the small
drinks cabinet. I at once followed her silently and the first time
she became aware of my presence was when she saw my reflection in
a small mirror on the top of the cabinet. I moved close behind her
so that I had her pinned against the drinks cabinet with her back
to me. When she tried to turn she realised that I was right behind
her and that there was no avenue of escape. She gasped and
stiffened. I was also stiff and I moved closer so that my erect
prick was pressed against the cleft of her bottom. I had her
trapped against the sideboard and she could not move. I could feel
her trembling and could hear her breathing heavily and unevenly. I
lowered my lips to her neck and gently kissed her just where her
neck and shoulder joined. She gasped loudly. I put my hands
lightly on her waist, and kissed her neck again. As I bent forward
I could see deeply into her cleavage.
I could also smell the perspiration of a frightened woman. I moved
my hands slightly so that they were resting on the soft swell of
her hips. I could feel the elastic at the waistband of her
panties under my fingers through the thin dress. I slid my hands
around Suzanne under her armpits and slowly moved them up from
her waist until they were spanning her lower chest with my
thumbs deliberately brushing the underside of her full breasts.
I took my lips from her neck and whispered in her ear as I
deliberately and obviously rubbed my stiff prick in the cleft of
her full buttocks so inadequately covered by her thin dress,
“Now you are beginning to understand what I meant when I said that
you have only one Master from now on. You have a choice to make
now Suzanne. You can accept the job I have offered you or you can
decline it. If you decline it I will leave your house, I will not
touch you any more and that will be the end of it. If you accept
the job you are handing yourself body and soul over to me for as
long as you work for me. You will dress as I tell you, you will do
as I tell you whatever that is. Do you understand?”
She did not answer. To concentrate her mind further I slid my
hands up so that they were now cupping the lower surfaces of her
full breasts which I gently squeezed as I looked into her wide
blue eyes in the mirror. She gasped and blushed and I saw, in the
mirror, her eyes drop to look at herself in a stranger’s arms
submitting docilely to having her breasts fondled in her own home.
I finally slid my hands higher so that I was totally cupping her
firm breasts and I squeezed and kneaded her breast flesh briefly
as I looked into her eyes in the mirror, drawing her bottom hard
against my stiff prick by the pressure I was putting on her
breasts and emphasising to her her docile helplessness and
submission. Finally I deliberately rubbed my fingers across her
nipples which rapidly became hard little cones tenting the
delicate material of her bra and dress before giving her lovely
breasts a last squeeze as I kissed her neck again. I dropped my
hands and released her going back to sit in my armchair in the
conservatory. Suzanne stood where I had left her as though rooted
to the spot.
“Bring my drink over here,” I commanded brusquely, “put it on the
table and stand in front of me”.
Suzanne brought me a glass of iced mineral water and bent to put
it on the table, unavoidably displaying to me her splendid
cleavage. I let her see me looking with pleasure and admiration at
her splendid breasts, virtually naked before my eyes. I took a sip
of water and looked up at Suzanne as she straightened with relief
and stood uneasily in front of me.
“I have just felt you without your protesting Suzanne and that is
a very good start. I am going to possess you absolutely in every
way whenever I feel like it as long as you work for me. There will
be no limits to the sexual demands I am going to make on you and
you will have no right of refusal. Do you understand that?” I
She looked shocked and did not reply. I continued,
“I think that you had better decide tonight whether you want the
position and the opportunity badly enough. You have one chance
only to decide and if you decline this offer will never be
repeated. Do you understand?” I asked again.
Suzanne looked dazed and seemed unable to comprehend what I was
“Well?” I asked again.
“I think I understand,” she said quietly, “it is very different to
what I expected.” She looked uncertainly at me.
“I can’t help you with the decision.” I said, “but while we are
setting out the rules there is one more thing I will mention.
There will be no formal dress code Suzanne but I will expect you
to dress to my taste and my tastes only at all times. I have left
a bag in the hall with the clothes that you will wear tomorrow.
You will dress exactly as I have specified with no alterations or
additions apart for a light top-coat which you may select.
This is in the nature of a test for you and when I see how you
comply, we will talk further about your clothes tomorrow. Is that
clear?” I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded clearly in a daze and not yet fully
“Very well, I shall expect you at nine-o’clock in my office. I
will leave you now to think things over as I have some telephone
calls to make myself and it is getting late.” I said, rising to my
feet. “You have the rest of this evening and tonight to decide
whether you want the position or not and whether you will be able
to cope with the conditions as I have specified them. There is
nothing more to be said. If you want to take up the position I
have offered, which implies accepting the conditions I have
outlined in full and without attenuation, then be in my office at
nine o’clock tomorrow morning dressed and made-up as I have
specified. If you are not there properly attired by nine-fifteen
then the offer will be withdrawn and will under no circumstances
be made again. Do you understand that Suzanne?” I asked firmly.
She chewed her lower lip in a fever of uncertainty and nodded
We passed through the dining room and met David at the door. I
shook his hand and that of his wife and wished the family
goodnight noting as I did so Suzanne’s curious glance at the
Harrod’s bag. I smiled to myself, left their house and rapidly
drove to my apartment close to the office.
I awoke early the following morning and following a jog and a
light breakfast I drove to the office where I immediately went to
the basement and had a swim. A cold shower toned me up nicely for
the start of what I fully expected to be a momentous and busy day.
I glanced at my watch, eight forty-five, time to be getting ready.
I went up to my office and passed straight through to the bedroom
where I dressed in my usual attire.
Suzanne would get very used to this outfit over next few weeks. I
knew that she would take the position I had offered her. I had had
a lot of experience of women and I instinctively recognised the
combination of intelligence and ambition that Suzanne displayed.
Unfortunately for her, but fortunately for me she did not have the
ruthlessness necessary to survive an encounter with me unscathed.
I had immediately detected in her during the day the essential
submissiveness of personality which made her ideal for my
The communication centre on my desk buzzed discreetly announcing
my secretary’s arrival and I summoned her at once and asked her to
bring a pot of coffee with two cups.
She looked a little surprised and I deigned to enlighten her.
“I am expecting Miss Price this morning at nine o’clock to begin
her duties as my P.A.
When she arrives, show her in and then leave us alone. I have
cancelled all my engagements for this morning and I do not want to
be disturbed on any account unless I specifically call you.”
She looked a little startled but nodded and withdrew looking, I
thought, a little sour. I smiled to myself. I walked over to the
settee and sat down to await Suzanne’s arrival.
Within a moment, my communication centre buzzed again. I glanced
at my watch and smiled to myself – one minute to nine. The door
opened and my secretary showed Suzanne in, withdrew and closed the
I looked at her with some pleasure and no little interest. She was
wearing a light coat, which I had permitted but that should be the
only clothes she was wearing that I had not provided if she had
followed my instructions. I rose and approached her taking her
coat as she slipped it off at my gesture. I knew that she half-
expected me to touch her and I smiled to myself as I saw her
stiffen expectantly. She visibly relaxed as I walked to the
armchair by the long coffee table and laid the coat over the back
of the chair before turning to look at Suzanne who still stood
where I had left her. I sat down on the settee and considered her
appearance looking her over from head to foot slowly and
deliberately. She flushed under my scrutiny. I made her wait while
I studied her.
She was wearing a very thin light yellow silk dress which I had
selected with some care.
The neckline was simple, rather loose around the top and very low-
cut revealing a full half of the upper surfaces of her flawless
breasts to which it was then closely fitted, and plunging deeply
displaying a very generous cleavage. The dress was tightly fitted
to her bosom and waist, clinging snugly to her hips and giving her
very little room to walk as the skirt was very tight with the hem
about six inches above her knee. The material of the dress was
just thick enough to hide the details of her underwear but the
straps of her bra and suspender-belt and the line of her panties
were very evident through the delicate fabric. She looked very
embarrassed as I studied her and I thought that this was probably
the most revealing dress that this demure young woman had ever
worn in public.
“Good morning, Suzanne,” I said with a pleasant smile, “I am very
pleased to welcome you to my Organisation.” She gave me tight
nervous little smile and said quietly, “Thank you, Mr Evans, I am
very happy to be here. I will try to do a good job for you.”
I leaned back on the settee and indicated the tray with the coffee
“Please pour us some coffee and then sit down,” I said, indicating
the armchair opposite me, “there are some things that we need to
Suzanne walked over and sat carefully in the armchair I had
indicated. She had a very dignified carriage. She was a tall woman
on relatively high heels and she held herself erect. However
carefully she sat opposite me because of the dress I had chosen
she was now in difficulties. I had not permitted her to wear a
slip and the dress was very short indeed. As she sat the thin
material of the very tight skirt of her dress rode up high on her
nylon-covered thighs and she gave an embarrassed shy smile as she
tried without success to pull the hem down a little. I looked at
the coffee cups and waited expectantly. Suzanne slid forward on
the chair and her thighs, despite her best efforts parted and the
revealing dress rose even higher displaying a brief flash of tight
yellow panties before she put her thighs together, turning her
knees slightly to one side and allowing some small measure of
control over her modesty. I smiled to myself. She bent forward to
pour the coffee and I looked down into her cleavage. The thin
dress I had chosen combined with the briefest most deeply cut bra
I could find gave her breasts some support but no cover or
protection at all. The neck-line of her dress fell away from her
body a little and I could see deeply into her dress almost as far
as her nipples.
Suzanne held out my coffee and I let her sit holding the cup out
to me and forcing her to display herself as I examined her more
carefully at my leisure. Her blush deepened. I looked deeply into
her bosom, appreciating the smoothness and fullness of her
breasts. I could see clearly down through the deep valley of her
cleavage and the light coming through the thin dress was
sufficient to display the cute curve of her stomach. Finally I
took the cup from her and smiled at the embarrassed woman.
“Thank you, Suzanne darling,” I said, and her blush deepened at
I took a sip of coffee and considered my beautiful companion. I
decided that it was time to begin to move forward but first I
wanted to know a little more about her and to put her in no doubt
as to how things were going to be. I decided that a little mental
pressure was in order and if she survived that then I should have
no further trouble with her.
“Now darling,” I said cheerfully, “you are twenty four and you are
not married. Are you in a relationship at the moment?” She looked
a little warily at me and took a nervous sip of her coffee. Her
hand was shaking a little. She tried to speak once or twice and
eventually the words came out.
“I had a boyfriend, Edward, for two years and we became engaged
four months ago.
The engagement has just been called off” She answered.
“Why was that?” I asked her, “I want all the details?”
There was a long silence. This question marked the defining moment
and how she answered would decide the future of the relationship.
She had accepted the position with it’s, for her, frightening
terms and conditions believing that she could cope. Now we would
see whether she really could. I did not help her, I just sat and
waited, never moving my eyes from hers. Finally she answered me.
“It started alright,” she whispered “but eventually it got so that
we just didn’t get along.”
“How far did you go sexually with your fianc�? Are you still a
virgin?” I asked the blushing blonde. There was a long pause and
then she said in a barely audible voice, “I am not a virgin but I
have only had sex once. It was at University at a party while I
was unwell. I think I had been given a drug. No-one knows about
it, not Edward and certainly not my family.”
I looked at her for a moment and asked her again,
“So, how far sexually did you actually go with Edward?”
There was another long pause and I could see her struggling with
herself. I decided to help her out a little.
“I suppose that like everyone, you began by more and more intimate
kisses,” I said, “when did Edward first feel your breasts?”
Suzanne looked at me helplessly but replied after a short
hesitation and struggle with herself.
“On our first date he touched my breasts. I didn’t want him to
because I had never let any man do that to me. Edward said that I
would let him do it if I loved him so I let him touch me outside
my clothes. That seemed to let him believe that he had some
freedom, much more than I liked and after that he used to feel my
breasts whenever he wanted to in spite of my protests but only
when we are alone. Then, very much against my will, he felt me
when my mother and father were in the same room. We were watching
television and I was sitting on the floor by his feet with my head
resting on his knee. I was wearing a low-cut blouse and I
suddenly felt his hand on my shoulder. He knew that I couldn’t
protest or stop him as my parents would have heard so he stroked
my shoulder and then just casually slid his hand under the
neckline of my blouse into my bra and on to my bare breast. I was
horrified but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt so
ashamed but I had to just sit there and let him feel me or my
parents would have seen what was going on. They weren’t aware of
it because the room was darkened. After that I couldn’t stop him.
Whenever we were alone he used to kiss me and put his hand down my
dress” she whispered.
“Well done Edward,” I thought, “a man after my own heart!!”.
“Did you ever touch Edward’s prick while you were engaged?” I
asked. She looked at me without answering, her cheeks flaming.
“Come along Suzanne, darling,” I laughed, “let’s be reasonable!!
You have a boy-friend who has you so much under his power that he
feels you whenever he likes, who puts his hand in your bra and
touches you up and you expect me to believe that you have never
touched his prick. Don’t take me for a fool.
“It was while we were watching television on the same occasion,”
she whispered, “he had one hand in by bra and as he was feeling me
he reached down with the other and took my hand and put it on his
thing.” I smiled to myself again.
“His prick, you mean,” I said. She nodded.
“His prick. He curled my fingers round it showing me how big it
was and moved my hand showing me how to and making me rub it. I
had to wank him (I smiled at her knowledge of and easy use of the
term, more of Edward’s influence, I suspected) or my parents would
have noticed what was going on. After that night, he made me wank
him whenever he felt like it and I had to,” she said, talking more
fluently and seeming more relaxed now.
“And what else did Edward make you do?” I asked.
“He knew that I didn’t want to make love until we were married and
although he was forcing me sexually faster than I liked he knew
that I loved him and wanted more than anything else to marry him.
He said that if I would not let him make love to me properly then
I had to take care of his needs in other ways until we were
married when I would let him make love to me. I didn’t know what
he meant by that, I thought that he just meant giving him a wank”
I smiled to myself, seeing where this was leading.
“And what did he mean by ‘taking care of his needs’?” I asked.
There was a long pause and Suzanne had a nervous drink of her
coffee and then looked across at me chewing engagingly on her
“I can’t tell you,” she whispered suddenly, “I just can’t!!!”.
“Come along Suzanne,” I smiled “so far you have done very well,
don’t spoil it now.”
She looked at me and suddenly I saw a look of resignation cross
her face and I smiled into her clear blue eyes. I knew now that
she had crossed the Rubicon and that I would have no further
trouble with her.
“It was after we had been playing tennis,” she said, “Edward drove
me home to change.
We were both in our tennis clothes. I expected Mummy to be at home
but the house was empty. Edward immediately took charge. He knew
that there was nothing I could do to stop him. He sat down, pulled
me down on to his knee and began to kiss me. As he kissed me, he
slipped the shoulder straps of my dress and bra down one side and
made me slip my elbow out. Then he did the same with the other and
pushed my clothes down to my waist, leaving my breasts naked to
him for the first time. I could see a look of lust in his eyes as
he kissed me and played with my bare breasts. He was pulling and
kneading my flesh and twisting my nipples and I knew that he
realised that, although I was frightened it was beginning to make
me excited. Suddenly as he kissed me he released my breast with
one hand and put it between my legs, sliding it up and feeling me
through my panties. I tried to press my thighs together to stop
him but he wouldn’t let me and made me part them. I had to sat
there on his lap while he felt me as he pleased.
I was so ashamed I could hardly bear it. No-one had ever touched
me there before. He could feel me getting excited as he gently
rubbed me and he slipped his hand up the leg of my panties on to
my bare flesh.”
“On to your cunt Suzanne,” I prompted gently.
“On to my cunt,” she repeated obediently, “he felt my bare cunt
for a long time and I couldn’t stop him. Then he took his lips
from mine, looked into my eyes and said, as he felt me,”
“If you don’t want me to fuck you Suzanne, you are going to have
to suck me off. I need some relief after all this excitement.”
“I couldn’t believe that he could be so dirty and cruel,” Suzanne
said, looking down into her lap and twisting her fingers, “but
he made me do it. I had to kneel down in front of him and suck
his prick till he came in my mouth. We were going to be married
in two months and for the next eight weeks he kept his promise
and never tried to make love to me.” I smiled,
“You mean ‘fuck you’,” I suggested gently.
“Fuck me,” Suzanne repeated compliantly, “but he made me do
everything else. Whenever we were alone he used to feel my
breasts and cunt whenever he wanted to and I didn’t try to stop
him and at least once a day he made me suck him off. I began to
hate him for the demands that he was making and eventually I told
him that I could not go through with the wedding and I called the
engagement off. It was a terrible time because I could never tell
my parents why and even now they don’t understand what Edward did
wrong. It’s all so unfair.”
She say convulsively twisting her hands in her lap and looking at
the floor. I finished my coffee and put my cup down. I leaned
back on the settee and considered Suzanne for a moment without
speaking. She looked back a trifle warily. There was a long
silence as she looked into her lap and continued to twist her
spoke with a sudden rush of nervous energy.
“All that is behind me now. I want to do as well as I can in my
new job and I will do everything I can to please you.”
I smiled at her, wondering if she realised what she had agreed to.
She was about to begin to find out.
“That is your decision Suzanne,” I said, “I have already given you
an idea of what I will expect of you in your living-room last
night. This is, of course, all in addition to your functioning as
an efficient P.A..”
Suzanne blushed and dropped her eyes as she recalled how she had
stood submissively in her own home watching in the mirror a man
she had only recently met fondle her breasts without being able to
do anything about it.
“Stand up,” I ordered quietly and Suzanne got to her feet,
desperately and rather unsuccessfully trying to keep the hem of
her short dress down as her thighs spread a little to allow her to
rise. I saw another brief glimpse of yellow panties before she
succeeded in getting to her feet. She stood looking down at me. I
looked her over appreciatively and smiled at her.
“Are you on the Pill, Suzanne?” I asked suddenly.
She nodded shyly without speaking. I let her stand for a moment as
I considered her, then I smiled at her.
“Take off your dress, Suzanne,” I said quietly.
“Please, no,” she begged, “I’ll be your P.A. and I know I can do a
good job but please leave me alone. Please don’t hurt me.”
I looked at her trembling form and sighed.
“You knew what was going to happen when you came here this morning
Suzanne,” I said, “I was perfectly clear last night and I left you
in no doubt. Now, take off your dress.”
She looked for a moment into my eyes and what she saw there made
her realise that hesitation and protest were useless. She put her
hand behind her reaching for the zip on the back of the dress.
This move caused the thin material of the bosom of the dress to
tighten deliciously across her ripe curves and I saw the prominent
cones of her nipples through the filmy material. She slipped the
zip down and let the dress fall. The gauzy material fell with a
whisper around her feet. Suzanne stood blushing, her hands by her
sides, as I looked her over. Quite simply, she was an amazingly
erotic sight in a sheer thin yellow silk, virtually transparent,
bra through which I could see her nipples protruding, high-cut
thin matching panties pulled deep into her cunt the fleshy outer
lips of which I could see clearly defined through her sheer nylon.
Her dark silk stockings were supported by a lacy suspender belt in
the same delicate colour. The light from the window behind her
shone through her hair, which I had ordered her to put up off her
neck surrounding her head with a golden glow.
“Let your hair down, Suzanne darling,” I said quietly and watched
as she released it.
Her soft hair fell unconfined to her bare shoulders in sexy
flowing waves. I got up from the settee and moved the coffee table
to allow me to sit in the large leather armchair that Suzanne had
recently occupied. I took Suzanne by the hand and drew her down
gently until she was sitting on my lap. She did not struggle and
allowed me to manoeuvre her without any protest at all. I put my
arm round her on to her breast and began to feel her full breast
through the thin sheer silk of her bra. I began to kiss her and at
first her lips were quiescent under mine. I gently explored her
soft lips softly at first but then becoming more demanding,
running my tongue along the soft groove of her closed lips which
parted under the caress. She was compliant and unresisting but
unresponsive and I slipped my tongue between her lips and took
possession of her mouth which I began to gently explore. I felt
her tongue stir against mine in the emotion of the kiss and,
almost against her will and without her conscious volition, before
she realised it she began to respond and was kissing me back. I
explored her mouth deeply caressing her lips and gums as our
tongues duelled in a sexy dance. Without breaking the kiss I
looked into her wide startled blue eyes and put my hand on the
inside of her nylon covered thigh and widely spread her thighs.
She did not attempt to stop me and sat compliantly, submitting to
being kissed with her thighs widely parted and her cunt gaping. I
put my hand back on the inside of her right thigh and slowly moved
it up on to the naked soft flesh above her stocking just below her
cunt relishing the softness of the nylon against my palm. I
squeezed her thigh gently just below her cunt rubbing against the
hem of her panties, which were already wet, with the ball of my
thumb before slipping my fingers inside the leg of her panties and
gently drawing my forefinger down the grove of her moist available
Suzanne gave a loud gasp into my mouth against my kiss and a
shudder went through her body as I slipped my forefinger between
the lips of her cunt and began to gently finger-fuck her. I was
going very easily so that I did not hurt or frighten her but she
was very responsive and was clearly an excitable and sexy young
woman. I continued to work her up with my finger, feeling her firm
breasts through the thin bra and looking into her eyes as I kissed
her. Her nipples had long since erected and I could feel them
pressing into the palms of my hands. I took my lips from hers and
looked into her eyes as I continued to gently finger-fuck the
excited young blonde.
“Do you like that Suzanne darling?” I asked her. There was a pause
then she said,
“It is lovely but you mustn’t. You have to stop. What would my
family say if they knew.”
“I warned you what was going to happen this morning Suzanne. We
have hardly started!”
Suzanne looked down at the floor in front of her as I was playing
with her and her blush deepened. As I finger-fucked her with one
hand and felt her breast with my arm behind her back and under her
armpit I squeezed her breast to get her attention.
Her eyes widened and she looked at me.
“Take off your bra, Suzanne,” I ordered.
She looked at me once and compliantly reached behind her back and
unhooked the delicate bra. I let her slide it off down her arms as
I played with her cunt with my right hand and cupped her bare full
left breasts in my left hand. Suzanne’s breasts were quite simply
magnificent, full and firm with hardly any sag tipped by prominent
nipples surrounded by large pink areolae.
“Raise your bottom a little, Suzanne” I whispered, pulling upwards
slightly on her nipple and forcing her to balance herself half
standing with one hand on my shoulder. I slipped my fingers from
her wet cunt and hooked them in the elastic at the waist band of
her delicate panties. Working first on one side and then on the
other I slid her panties down her legs until they dropped at her
feet. I pulled downwards again a little on her nipple and with a
sigh she settled back on my lap. Suzanne was now naked in my lap
apart from a delicate lacy yellow suspender belt and sheer dark
stockings and high-heeled shoes. I let her see me looking
appreciatively at her body. Below her fabulous breasts she had a
small swell of a round little stomach accentuated as she lay back
against me indented cutely by a neat navel. Her slender thighs
were slightly apart and I put my hand on the inside of her right
thigh and spread them more widely without any protest from my
companion until I could see the open groove of her wet cunt
surmounted by a little bush of curly blonde pubic hair and I
rested my other hand on the soft curve of her stomach.
To get her attention I gently ticked her navel and she gasped.
“What a sexy woman you are, Suzanne darling” I whispered “I will
never get tired of playing with your sexy body.”
I moved her flowing hair out of the way and kissed her softly on
her moist, open still-reluctant lips, briefly touching the tip of
her tongue and then I slowly drew my tongue down the proud column
of her slender neck to the centre of her deep cleavage where I
gently licked the salt of her perspiration. She sighed deeply and
clasped her hands together in anguish in her lap. I softly ran my
tongue across her full firm breast until I reached the nipple and
began to run the tip gently round the roughish pink areaola. I
glanced up into her wide blue tormented eyes and slipped my hand
between her parted thighs on to her moist and quivering cunt. I
began to gently finger-fuck her again as I took her breast into my
mouth and began to suck firmly on the prominent nipple teasing it
with my teeth and lips.
Her cunt was so moist and receptive despite her anxiety and her
guilt that I had no difficulty in adding a second finger and I
began to finger-fuck her more firmly using the whole of my
fingers. In spite of her efforts to prevent it her knees parted
widely allowing me full and unrestricted access to her unprotected
cunt and arsehole. I continued to suck and tease her breasts
moving from one to the other until her nipples were hard and
erect. She began to lose control of her breathing again and her
eyes widened. I sucked her breast more strongly using my tongue on
her nipple and buried my fingers up her cunt until I could feel
her cervix with the tips.
“Oh God, Oh God!” she suddenly squealed in a high pitched sobbing
wail and came in a body-wracking orgasm on my fingers. She was
drenched with sweat and the juice from her moist cunt wet my hand.
She burst into tears and I slowly and gently moved my hand from
her quivering cunt and rested it on her belly, wet with the
perspiration of her emotion. I removed my lips from her heaving
breast and gently brushed them against hers, looking into her wide
blue tear-filled eyes.
“It’s all right, Suzanne darling” I whispered “just let it all
She carried on sobbing for a few moments and then slowly brought
herself under control. I kissed her gently and held the sobbing
blonde close until her ragged breathing began to even out and she
brought herself under control. I decided that it was time to move
through to the bedroom so I stood, picking the wide-eyed girl up
in my arms. I walked through my bathroom to the bedroom beyond and
laid her gently on the bed.
Suzanne looked around with wonder at her luxurious surroundings.
As I looked down at her I stripped off my clothes as she watched
in wide-eyed astonishment until I was naked. I could see Suzanne
looking with astonishment at my prick. It is just over eight
inches long when erect and, more to the point, is very thick. I am
circumcised so there is a large threatening head like a small
orange. I have correspondingly heavy balls and thick pubic hair
extending back to my arsehole. When I am excited, and I have
seldom been in a better situation, there seems no end to my powers
and I am capable of several ejaculations in a single session,
although Suzanne had yet to experience this.
I went to my bathroom for a clean soft towel which I handed to
Suzanne. Still watching me she wiped the perspiration generated
by her recent emotion from her face and body.
I arranged the pillows so that she was partly propped up and,
ignoring her wide-eyed look I slipped a small cushion under her
bottom, elevating her hips a little. Suzanne was lying on her back
propped up against the pillows with her thighs slightly parted. I
sat at the foot of the bed between her legs and put my hands
gently on her silk-sheathed ankles sliding her feet up the bed so
that her heels were against her arse. Her thighs parted and with
one hand on the inside of her soft thigh I pressed gently so that
they were more widely splayed displaying the pink slit of her wet
and reluctantly-excited cunt.
I kissed the inside of her thigh above her stocking inhaling the
excited woman smell. I looked into her wide eyes as I moved my
mouth to her cunt and began to explore the fleshy lips with my
lips and tongue, gently tugging her blonde pubic curls with my
teeth before moving back to her cunt. I ran my tongue along the
whole length of her cunt from her perineal fold at the back to
the junction of the lips at the front. She gasped loudly and
said in a breathy voice,
“Oh My God!! You mustn’t do that .Please stop,” But, unable to
control herself, she put her hand on my head pressing my mouth
more firmly against her cleft.
I began to thoroughly kiss and explore her excited cunt with my
lips and tongue. I found it easy to pass the outer lips as her
excitement and the position of her thighs had caused them to part.
I slipped my tongue between them and began to massage the delicate
inner lips moving from back to front until I felt the bud of her
clitoris on my tongue. When I reached her tightly-engorged bud she
gave a deep groan and her heels pressed more firmly into the bed.
Her body tensed and she wound her fingers in my hair pressing my
face even more firmly into her wet cunt. I alternated between
pushing my tongue as far up her cunt as I could, tongue-fucking
her, and pausing to suck and tease her clitoris.
Her heels began to drum against the bed and she began to emit
squeals in time with my thrusting tongue. Gauging her condition, I
paused slightly and began to suck and tease her clitoris without
giving her any rest. She gave a loud squeal, clamping her thighs
around my head and holding my mouth firmly against her with my
tongue up her cunt as she came again in another shattering orgasm.
I just stayed as I was until her shivering body calmed down and
her thighs relaxed. I took my mouth from her cunt and looked into
her startled wide tear-filled eyes.
“Oh God!” she gasped when she could speak. “I didn’t know that it
could be like that. No-one has ever done that to me before”.
“Did you like it, precious?” I asked.
“My God!” she said breathlessly “It was too nice. I just couldn’t
I moved up the bed, took her in my arms, gently parted her thighs
again and slowly slid my stiff prick up her. Without saying
anything I rolled on to my side, pulled her even more closely to
me and buried my lips in her soft hair as I began to slowly fuck
her. At first Suzanne was very tense but under the steady
insidious stimulation of my slowly moving prick in her wet
clinging cunt I could tell that she was beginning to relax and I
felt her internal muscles beginning to squeeze my prick. I knew
that she was beginning to become aroused again so I began to fuck
her a little harder and deeper. Lying on my side I could not get
enough range of movement so, without taking my prick from her
cunt, without losing contact with Suzanne in any way, I gently
bent her leg back and rolled on to my back. She scrambled to bend
the other and was now kneeling on me, straddling my thighs, with
my prick still hard up her cunt. I slid my hands between us on to
her breasts and lifted her so that she was sitting astride me,
impaled on my prick, with me holding her firmly by the breasts.
She looked down at me through staring wide eyes and her hair hung
in front of her in a blonde shimmering curtain. With a quick toss
of her head she flicked it over her shoulders. I squeezed her
breasts to get her attention and pulled her down to me by the
nipples which I slowly squeezed more tightly as I kissed the sexy
young blonde deeply as I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet hairy
cunt enjoying the sexy feel of her silk stockings on my thighs. I
took my lips from hers after a while and looked into her wide blue
eyes, pushing her back upright by the breasts.
“Now, fuck yourself on my prick, darling” I said quietly and very
She immediately began to move up and down giving me a delicious
slow fuck as I guided her by the pressure that I was exerting on
her sensitive nipples. I knew that she had never done this before.
“I must say, Suzanne, you are very good at this,” I commented,
“you are a very quick learner!”
She blushed and smiled tremulously down at me. I was in no hurry
and just lay feeling her full firm breasts while she was doing all
the work. I began to smell her perspiration and I slowly speeded
her up by manipulating her nipples until she was bucking on me
with her head thrown back and her hair swinging. The room was full
of the smell of woman and cunt. Suzanne was gasping deep gulps of
air and ramming herself as hard as she could down onto my prick. I
began to feel close to coming so I pulled her down to me by the
nipples and fastened my mouth on hers giving her a deep but soft
kiss as I came up her cunt and shot a river of hot cum up into her
womb. She lay panting on me as I moved my hands to the fleshy
globes of her arse and began to pull her hard on to my prick. This
resulted in my prick rubbing against her excited clitoris and she
came with a deep gasp. She lay with her face in my chest, her wet
sweaty hair covering me. I let her rest for a moment and then
gently rolled her off me slipping my prick from her cunt.
She covered her eyes with her bent arm and lay gasping and sobbing
for breath. I glanced at her open wet cunt and I could see a
little river of white cum running down the crack of her arse on to
the bed cover.
When I had recovered my breath I propped myself up and poured us
some brandy from the crystal decanter on my bedside table. I
helped the trembling woman to a semi-erect propped up position on
the pillows and she began to sip the brand gratefully. I stood up
and looked down at her sexy naked form. Suzanne looked back at me
and blushed prettily.
“I am going for a shower, Suzanne, then I am going through to the
office. Take your time but have a shower and then dress and join
me. You will find clothes in the closets and in the drawers. You
can choose today but after today, I will be choosing.”
I smiled at her and, collecting my clothes from my closet, went
through to the bathroom had a shower and dressed quickly. I went
through to the office and called my secretary. I asked her to get
me a pot of fresh coffee and to bring in my mail. I could see her
curiosity as she looked round my office wondering where Suzanne
was but I just watched her with opaque eyes until she left. I
certainly would be glad to be rid of her! I could hear the shower
start in the adjacent room and I smiled to myself.
Suzanne really was going to work out very well.
About ten minutes passed during which my sour-faced secretary
brought in my mail and my coffee. I put the mail aside to wait for
Suzanne and poured us a couple of cups of nice strong coffee.
Within a very few minutes the door to my private suite opened and
Suzanne came hesitantly in, looking at me shyly. I looked her over
with pleasure. I had wondered what she would choose from the
closet. I knew what was there as they had been very carefully
selected. She was wearing a pale blue halter-neck dress which was
quite low-cut leaving her shoulders completely bare and which
clung to and accentuated her full breasts. It was very short, at
least six inches above her knees and only a couple of inches below
her crotch. She would have to be very careful when she sat down in
public!!!! She had not deliberately chosen such a revealing dress
– they were all like that! As she stood back-lit by the light her
newly dried and brushed hair shone loose in a golden halo and I
smiled with pleasure at the pretty young woman. I got up from my
desk and walked over to the settee carrying the post.
“Bring the coffee and come and sit down,” I said with a smile.
Suzanne carefully carried the tray with the coffee over and bent
to put it on the low table.
I watched with pleasure as her full breasts strained against the
very thin fabric of the dress as her muscles moved with her
bending body. She went to sit beside me on the settee but with a
private smile I indicated that she should take the armchair
opposite to me. She blushed as she sat down desperately trying to
control the hem of her incredibly short dress but it was a losing
battle, as I had expected. In spite of her best efforts I had
glimpses of her pretty pale blue panties making a nice splash of
colour between her dark-stockinged thighs. As she sat she was
completely unable to prevent her dress riding up and displaying
her stocking-tops. She leaned forward to pick up her coffee cup
and, smiling at her, I let Suzanne see me looking deep into the
bosom of her dress before dropping my eyes to her slightly-parted
thighs. I could see her stocking tops and the white flesh of her
inner thighs contrasting sharply with the dark nylon. I made no
comment on her dress beyond telling her that she looked lovely.
She blushed slightly, looking heart-breakingly pretty.
I let her drink the coffee before going through the mail with her
and starting to introduce her to her new job. As I passed her
items of mail I made her lean forward to take them and as she did
her thighs parted. Her dress was far too short to conceal her
panties under these conditions and blushing deeply she gradually
gave up the losing battle. I now had a clear view with continual
flashes of her tight high-cut panties clinging to and moulding her
fleshy cunt and framed by her slim dark-stockinged thighs as we
worked. It was a lovely view and exactly what I had intended to
When we had finished our coffee I handed Suzanne the mail and took
her through to her new office. I could not resist caressing the
full globes of her thinly clad buttocks as we walked and I felt
the athletic muscles flexing under the soft springy flesh.
I introduced Suzanne to her new office and left her to make
herself at home and returned to my own office to attend to my e-
mail. I told Suzanne that I would be taking her to lunch in about
an hour and a half and that I would call her.
I called in my secretary, told her to book a table for lunch and
spent an hour giving her dictation on outstanding matters that
could not be put off. An hour before lunch I had a brief meeting
planned with the Director of Human Resources and just as we were
finishing dictation the light went on on my console, letting me
know of his arrival. I dismissed my secretary, watching with an
internal smile her rigid disapproving body and her sour
expression. I knew that her days were numbered. She showed Simon
in and left us. I smiled at him and moved over to my settee.
“Take a seat, Simon,” I said with a smile, indicting the arm-chair
opposite me so recently occupied by Suzanne’s sexy bottom.
I sat and considered Simon for a long time without speaking.
Originally calm he began to become uncomfortable under my long
scrutiny and I could see the shadow of uncertainty in his eyes. I
was considering a lot of things as I sat and looked at him. He
was a distinguished-looking man of about fifty and had been with
the Group for about six years, first as Personnel Manager and for
the last two years following his appointment to the Board, as
Director of Human Resources. I was remembering a photograph on his
This was a family photograph, taken very recently, of his wife and
two late teenage daughters. His wife was a very pretty brunette
about ten years younger than her husband and the girls looked to
be the same age as each other although they did not appear to be
twins. I began to entertain vague possibilities in my mind for
this family but I put them aside for a moment. I smiled at Simon
and he visibly relaxed.
I took him very quickly through my immediate requirements,
confirming our previous meeting of the day before. He handed me
three C.V’s of potential secretaries who I was planning to
interview the following morning and which I put aside to study
later. I also informed him that I had selected a P.A., gave him
Suzanne’s details and told him to complete the formalities
necessary to hire her and reminded him that she would also need a
secretary. I left him to contact Suzanne directly to set up
interviews for her secretary during the rest of the week while I
was away. I told him that I wanted both people in post when I
returned. He looked a little shell-shocked at the speed of events
but that is how I like things to go. I told him to set up
interviews with the three candidates for the position of my
personal secretary for the following morning beginning at eight
a.m. allowing an hour for each. I also gave him specific
instructions for details of Suzanne’s contract and conditions that
I intended to discuss personally with her later that afternoon. I
had to leave for my first visit to my Associate Company just
before lunch the following day and I wanted the interviews out of
the way before then. He collected his papers and left, looking a
little dazed by the speed of events. I went to my desk and spent
half an hour looking through the C.V’s that he had left me, paying
careful attention to the photographs. All looked very promising
and I was looking forward to the following morning.
I picked up the telephone and called the P.A. to the Managing
Director of the Company that I would be visiting for the next
three days letting her know my programme and what I would be
expecting. To my pleasure, she had a thrilling sexy voice and I
enjoyed talking to her. I very much looked forward to meeting her.
I looked at the Company records and familiarised myself with their
books and with the operation. As far as I could tell the Managing
Director seemed to be doing a good job and I looked forward to
getting to know him more closely.
I glanced at my watch and saw that it was time for lunch. I buzzed
for Suzanne and smiled at her as she came from her office and
stood expectantly just inside the door. I took her down in the
lift and we walked the very short distance to the little Italian
restaurant that I favoured. It was quite small and was very
discreetly and intimately lit. I slid Suzanne into a corner bunk
seat away from the rest of the tables and sat beside her on her
left side trapping her effectively in her seat. As I sat beside
her I slid my right hand up her dress on to the bare flesh at
the top of her stocking. She gasped and with a reflex movement
tightly closed her thighs on my hand. I smiled to myself and
whispered in her ear,
“This is another lesson Suzanne, you must never close your thighs.
In fact, when you feel me put my hand on the inside of your thigh
you spread your legs for me.
Do you understand?”
There was a pause and she bit her lip and slowly nodded. Her
thighs relaxed and parted allowing my questing hand free rein.
“That’s better, darling,” I said quietly to my blushing companion.
I slid my right hand up the inside of Suzanne’s soft thigh
straight on to her cunt which I cupped briefly before beginning to
gently stroke the pouting lower lips through her panties with the
tips of my fingers. I felt the moistness begin to pervade the
delicate fabric and I enjoyed the blush on her soft cheek. As I
continued to work the blushing blonde up with my fingers I called
the waiter. Suzanne squirmed and wriggled in her seat as the
sensations from her excited excitable cunt began to flood through
her, trying to remain calm as I ordered us a very light lunch and
some sparkling mineral water to accompany it without consulting
Suzanne. She would gradually realise that in all things, even the
simplest when she was with me the power of choice was taken from
her and it her function was quite simply to do as she was told.
While we waited for our drinks I continued to casually feel up my
pretty companion under the cover of the long table-cloth. I began
to gently finger-fuck her through her panties, pressing the wet
material into her cunt as I slid two fingers about two inches in
and out of her wet open slit. I slowly moved my fingers on each
stroke towards the front of her slit until I could feel the hard
little bud of her engorged clitoris rubbing against my finger with
every stroke. Her blush deepened and her breathing harshened a
little as her full breasts began to heave under the thin dress. I
could clearly see the cones of her stiffened nipples against the
The waiter returned and as he was pouring our mineral water I gave
Suzanne’s clitoris a last decisive, conclusive rub. With a little
gasp and a shudder and a final deep exhalation accompanied by a
little squeak she came in my hand. The waiter looked at her
questioningly and her blush deepened even more.
“Is everything all right, Madam,” he asked with some concern.
I did not give Suzanne chance to answer.
“Everything is fine thank you,” I smiled.
I smiled at the discomforted Suzanne and sat back as the waiter
laid out our simple lunch of pasta stuffed with delicate crab meat
and a crisp green salad. I ate with appetite, enjoying the smell
of Suzanne on my fingers. After a little hesitation Suzanne also
did justice to her lunch – after all, she had had an active
After lunch we walked back to the building and as we entered my
office I smiled at Suzanne.
“You have made a very good start, Suzanne darling. I think that we
are going to get on very well. I have meetings for the first
couple of hours this afternoon but at three-thirty I will be going
down for a work-out and a swim. Then I will be in the sauna.
Join me in the sauna at about four o’clock. My secretary will show
you where everything is”
She looked a little shocked but nodded hesitantly. I enjoyed the
back view if her full bottom so well displayed in the clothes I
had chosen before settling to a couple of hours hard work. The
afternoon soon passed and I went through to my dressing-room and
changed into my tracksuit. I went down in the lift to the gym and
had a vigorous work-out, followed by a hard swim. Then I went and
lay in my private sauna to await my pretty new assistant.
Before long I heard a slight noise at the door over the sound of
the steam and I stood up using the ladle to add more water to the
hot stones which hissed loudly. The door opened and Suzanne came
in, peering at me through the newly generated steam. She was
wrapped in a soft pale yellow towel tied just above her breasts
and extending to just below her crotch. I smiled at her and she
smiled nervously back. I reached out and loosened the knot of the
towel allowing it to slip down her body leaving Suzanne naked in
front of me. Even through the steam I could see her blushing and
the fine beads of perspiration generated by the sudden heat of the
sauna stood out clearly on her fit young body. I rapidly became
semi-erect at the erotic sight but I waited for a while for
Suzanne to get used to the extreme heat of the sauna. I let her
relax on the slatted wooden bench while I bent and folded the
towel into a small cushion which I placed on the floor for her to
kneel on. When I judged that she had acclimatised to the
temperature in the sauna I sat down on the lower platform of the
sauna with the little cushion between my feet and nodded at the
cushion. Suzanne got up from the bench and compliantly knelt
between my spread thighs.
I reached down and caressed her breast and looked at my prick. I
did not even have to say anything. She reached out with her little
hand and began to gently wank me to stiffness. I enjoyed the
attention of her hand on my prick which rapidly became stiffer and
I moved my hips slightly forward until the tip of my big stiff
prick at first brushed against her soft lips and then as she
compliantly parted them entered the moist warmth of her mouth. I
pushed it in about an inch and let it rest there. She
automatically closed her lips round the shaft and I looked down
with pleasure at the sexy blonde on her knees before me with my
big stiff prick in her mouth.
“Wank me off into your mouth, Suzanne darling” I said, “and on
each stroke give a gentle suck every but so often, stop sucking
and run your tongue around the ridge under the head of my prick “.
I knew that she had regularly sucked her boy-friend off but I
wanted her to learn how I liked it. After all, she would be doing
it often enough in the future. She automatically began to follow
my instructions and before long I was being sucked off exactly as
I liked it. I just relaxed and lay back enjoying the sight of
Suzanne’s blonde head bobbing backwards and forwards on my prick.
I thought back to feeling Suzanne up in the restaurant and this
made me even stiffer. I was conscious that time was getting on
and that there were still things we needed to do this afternoon. I
made no attempt to hold back my ejaculation and before long I felt
the familiar warmth in my balls and Suzanne’s eyes widened as she
realised what was going to happen. I gently held her head as I
pumped a copious amount of hot cum into her young mouth and throat
before sitting back and pulling my softening prick from her mouth,
leaving her kneeling in front of me looking a little shocked with
cum running down her chin. I got up and patted her gently on the
“Have a shower and get dressed, Suzanne, then come up to the
office. We still have a couple of things to do before you go
home.” I said with a smile.
I went and had a cold plunge and a shower and quickly slipped my
track-suit on and returned to my office and called my secretary
in. As soon as I looked at her face I knew that the Personnel
Department had terminated her contract and that she would be
finishing at the end of the week. I was about to spoil her day
further! I told her that I had arranged interviews starting at
eight-thirty the following morning and that she was to be sure to
be in the office for eight o’clock to make certain that everything
was ready. She started to protest but one look at my face told her
that it would be useless and she left my office without comment.
By the time Suzanne came in I was dressed in my usual attire and
sitting behind my desk. I smiled as I looked at her. She was still
wearing the pale blue silk halter-necked dress but she had brushed
her hair into a pony-tail. She looked very young, cool and lovely.
She stood just inside the door looking rather uncertainly at me
and blushing slightly. I got up from my chair and moved over to
the settee. I smiled at Suzanne.
“Choose your clothes for tomorrow from the closet then pour me a
drink, darling and come and sit down. I will have a tonic water.”
Suzanne went to the bedroom and was gone for a few minutes. When
she came back she was carrying the small bag that I had purchased
for her use. She busied herself at the drinks cabinet and then
came and, leaning forward in front of me, put my drink down on the
table between us. I indicated the chair opposite and she sat down
again struggling ineffectually with the hem of her short dress. I
grinned at her as I sipped my drink and let her see me looking at
her as she was compelled to give me continual inadvertent flashes
of her brief panties. She blushed and smiled nervously back. She
was beginning to relax with me. That was a very good sign.
“Suzanne, I shall be leaving at about lunch-time tomorrow and I
shall be away for the rest of the week. You have plenty to be
doing to learn the routines and to bring yourself up to speed
while I am away. The Personnel Department will be arranging
interviews in consultation with you for your secretary in the next
couple of days and I want her in post on Monday when I return to
the office. I shall be interviewing for my own secretary tomorrow
morning. It is time that you were going home. You are now in a
very senior position in my Company and as such there will be a
company car with a driver at your disposal at all times. You just
need to ring Security when you want your car available”
Suzanne looked at me with open mouth for a moment and then
collected herself together.
“Thank you so much,” she stammered, “I can’t believe all this!!”
I smiled at her.
“You know by now how I want you to dress. Over the next three days
while I am away you can be examining and trying the clothes in the
closet and beginning to think about a new wardrobe Take as much
time as you need over the next few days to get yourself fully
fitted out. The Company will pick up all your bills.”
I slid a Platinum card, made out in her name over the table and
she picked it up looking at it wonderingly. She seemed to be
having difficulty taking everything in. To help her I went to my
console and told my secretary to order the car for Miss Price.
There was a shocked gasp and she cut me off without a word. I
grinned at Suzanne,
“I don’t think that she is too keen on me!!”
In a moment there was a discreet buzz announcing Suzanne’s car. I
stood and offered her my hand, helping her to her feet. As she
rose I took her in my arms and kissed her at first gently and then
deeply and thoroughly, massaging and fondling the soft yet firm
globe of her buttock as I pulled her tightly against me enjoying
the feel of her full breasts against me. I played with her for a
moment longer and then released her. She was breathing heavily and
she supported herself for a moment with her hand on the back of
the chair. I smiled at her and she took a deep breath and smiled
tremulously back. She collected her bag and coat and left the
office flashing me a last quick smile as she closed the door. I
poured a large brandy and went and sat at my desk. I put my hands
behind my head and stretched with satisfaction.
It had been a very good day.
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