Cornflower Blue

My assistant will be required to wear a modest, conservative blouse and skirt, or a dress of the same, including Friday during business hours. I strongly suggest comfortable shoes. She will address me as Mr. Blackthorn, or Sir, particularly with people present. I will show her the same respect and courtesy, Miss Anderson.

Do you have any questions?" "No, Sir." I was thinking, 'What unusual hours, but think of all the time off, including being paid Friday, if I'm not needed. All I have to do is dress like I'm going to church.'

"As for your hair, Miss Anderson." "What about my hair, Sir?" I asked, touching my ponytail, and concerned his dress code might require me to cut my hair short. My hair was half-way down my back. "Will I be required to cut it short?"

"No, no, nothing that drastic. It would be a sin to cut your beautiful sunlight golden hair," and his eyes softened, "I would require you to wear your hair up in a bun or other upswept style." That was a relief because my stomach was in knots at the mere thought of cutting it short, and I was thinking, 'He thinks my hair is beautiful, and golden sunlight beautiful. Of course, I will wear it up for him, or down for him or any way he wants me too.'

Aaron offered me his hand and helped me up from my chair, "It is wonderful to see you again, Sandy," "I'm curious, though. Your legal name appears on your resume as Sandra May Anderson. Sandy is the softer, more feminine, and I assume the shorter version of Sandra.

Are you aware Sandra is the shorter version of two classic women's names in history or literature, Alexandra or Cassandra? I prefer Sandy. It is more in keeping with your youthful appearance and golden strawberry blonde hair that enhances your cornflower blue eyes," and he again took my hands in his and kissed them. "I'll see you tomorrow, at ten sharp."

I AGAIN DREAMT OF AARON the night before my interview. Most were pleasant, dreams. I dreamt he was elated with my job performance and completing my work promptly and efficiently. My alarm clock woke me three hours before my interview, to be on the safe side. I awoke from dreaming I was kneeling at Aaron's feet, naked as he braided my hair into pigtails, except now my hair was waist length. In my dream, I did something to displease him.

He was fair and gave me a choice for my punishment, braids, or a short haircut. As he braided, Aaron admonished, "You will wear your hair this way in public until I say otherwise." In my dream, Aaron also warned, "Sandy, if you insist on behaving like a disobedient child, you may look like one."

I lay in my bed, thinking about my last erotic dream, becoming aroused at the thought of being Aaron's submissive, obedient woman with my hair in pigtails. It was a harmless, pleasant fantasy. Ephesians 5:22, says in part, "Wives, submit yourselves unto your husbands." The Bible recognizes men as natural leaders and protectors, and women the nurturers and caregivers.

I was to be interviewed and already knew Aaron is strict about appearance and punctuality. I will comply with those as conditions of employment should I get the job.

I closed my eyes as my fingers found their way to my plump pussy, and I parted my pink lips to my sensitive, swollen clitoris. I pleasured myself, stroking my flower bud while rubbing my long hair on my breasts and sensitive erect nipples, thinking of my Sir as my subtle orgasm sated my sexual needs.

I would have preferred to spend more time in bed fantasizing about him but showered instead. I wondered as I toweled off in front of the mirror if Aaron preferred my pussy, shaved or unshaved.

I HAVE A PETITE FIGURE, and I've always chosen my wardrobe carefully; choosing quality over quantity. I have clothes set aside, timeless classics; some professional business attire that fits perfectly and seldom worn. The dress code was casual at the Barista, and I wore a logo ball cap, blue jeans or Capri pants with colorful blouses, with a plastic name tag attached and comfortable white sneakers.

This interview was a turning point in my life. Even though Aaron wouldn't see my sexy silk and lace undergarments, I'm sure he would approve. I would secretly tease him, during the interview, although I openly teased him in my dreams.

I wore gray wool, knee-length pencil skirt, not the tan or navy-blue. They are my favorite style of skirts. They have a high waist, seamed front, center back slit, giving me a clean, crisp profile that enhances my figure. They came with a matching, fitted, waist-length jacket adding to the versatility.

So many little decisions to look nice for him, and to make a good impression.

I wore a white, silk georgette blouse, one of my favorites. I have three of the same; the other two are in pale sea green and a vibrant red. They have a point collar, genuine mother-of-pearl buttons at the concealed placket, a shirttail hem and a back yoke with a box pleat. The French cuffs give them a sophisticated finish. Sir, suggested comfortable shoes, no problem, I wore my Italian made flat square toe black calfskin pumps. Hose was a choice between a few shades of colors; to be safe, I wore nude ultra-sheer.

I put my hair up in a sleek and elegant French twist, hoping Aaron would approve. I made one final check in front of the full-length mirror before I left; something was missing, a splash of color, and a blessing. I put on my Aunt Miranda's gem-quality red bead garnet necklace, a family keepsake, passed on to her from her mother, and her gift to me when I graduated from college.

I WAS A HALF-HOUR EARLY for my interview and sat in the parlor next to Aaron's Office waiting while he interviewed his first applicant of the morning, my competition to finish. I caught a glimpse of her leaving, and I was thinking, 'What a relief. Her hair is short, and she has no sense of style. Not Aaron's type with those thin, stingy lips.' I had other uncharitable thoughts about her, closed my eyes, and said a brief prayer. I spent the rest of my wait with much more pleasant thoughts, such as where I would kiss, and lick, Mr. Blackthorn; those erotic thoughts interrupted when he came to get me.

"Good morning, Miss Anderson," he greeted," I read your resume, and it appears to be in order, follow me, please," as we walked he continued talking, "The applicant before you decided she didn't want the position because she is a professional, and certain things are beneath her dignity, if not outright sexist.

Your hair looks lovely by the way, very sophisticated and elegant," I accepted the compliment, and I wanted to hug and kiss him, or he, me as I sat in a chair across from Aaron at his desk.

"Let me get two crucial questions out of the way, Miss Anderson. I'm looking for an assistant who will bring me a cup of tea or other little things of that nature. Do you have a problem with that? Is it beneath your dignity?"

"No, Sir," I answered truthfully.

"I require exact and unquestioning compliance with my instructions, rules, and procedures, Miss Anderson, spoken and unspoken. You may find me unconventional at first, perhaps even rigid. However, I believe you have the imagination and intuitiveness to adapt and be content working for me."

"I know you are somewhat unconventional, Mr. Blackthorn, especially after you rescued me and the way you did it," while thinking, 'You were more concerned about me, a stranger to you than your safety. You then dominated them; one big splash, two lightning-fast punches, and disgusting game over for them.'

"I very much like to travel, and being paid to travel is a blessing. I promise you won't be disappointed. I will work very hard to please you, Sir."

"Excellent, Miss Anderson," he said, looking deeply into my eyes, and making me feel warm and safe. "Consider yourself on probation for the next two months, give or take. You will start next Monday. Until then, Sandy, tell me a few things about you not listed in your resume."

MY TWO MONTHS of probation were over in a blink of an eye. My days working for him are the highlight of my week. I looked forward to Monday and hoped to be called in on Friday, which happened once, for half an hour.

I went to his office to meet with my landlord. Aaron convinced him to let me keep my small apartment with no increase in rent.

Sir was very strict with me for those two months. It is an unspoken mandate that my makeup and hair must be perfect. He notices any small changes in my appearance; subtle shades in my lipstick or eyes shadow, for example. When Sir compliments me, or nods, he approves. His silence means he does not, and I will strive harder to please him. He has many unspoken rules and preferences that I instinctively know, which is why I'm perfect for him, and I gladly comply to please him. I have honed my senses to recognize them, and at times, it seems I can read his mind.

Sir does his visual inspection of me when I bring him a pot of green tea first thing every morning. He will smile and nod his approval or compliment me, on my appearance, and we will sit quietly and sip our tea together, while he caresses me with his eyes.

I took every opportunity to touch him, and he lets me flirt with him when there is nobody there to see. I was shaving and waxing my pussy, a nice surprise when I undress for him. I was hoping he would respond and more. For the first time in my life, I was on birth control pills to be ready when the time came.

Part of my duties is to screen Sir's telephone calls and answer the front door.

I will go out and bring back our lunch. I may order anything I want, regardless of the cost, as one of the perks of the job. Other times we went out for lunch. Of course, I put myself on a strict exercise regime and diet to maintain my figure for him.

When we have associates of the Circle, I will act as a hostess, offering, and serving refreshments. I sit in on all meetings, except when he is counseling or interviewing someone, not of the Circle.

Sir has extensive encrypted computer financial files on all of them. I have the unencrypted redacted files of pertinent personal information and important dates for them and their immediate families. One important aspect of my job is sending Birthday Cards, Anniversary Cards, etc., with a check enclosed, or a small gift, including flowers to Aaron's people in the Circle. After my probation, I too would be of the Circle.

Aaron is an Alpha-male, and most men desire to have their cocks sucked on. Before I met my Sir, I was a virgin saving myself for marriage, and then I was a virgin saving myself for him. One way to learn how to be a submissive lover is the erotic stories about dominant men and their submissive women. There are also websites and blogs of dominant men and submissive women who have chosen that lifestyle and are offering suggestions and advice. One mantle of respect that sticks with me is the interchangeability of the words "Sir" and "Master," in this lifestyle. They are the same.

"Given the woman, I was when I first met Aaron, and my lack of experience, watching a porn video on the internet was a convenient and private way to learn the proper techniques to give a blowjob. Two of my favorite women-porn stars, are Camille Crimson and Fellucia. They look up into a man's eyes when they lick and suck on a cock. They elevate blowjobs to an art form, "The Art of a Blow Job," starring Camille Crimson, and hers are slow, sensual, and erotic.

Every day, after work, I practiced slowly undressing for Sir in front of the full-length mirror on the inside of my apartment entry door. I also practiced all slave girl poses; especially kneeling; poses described in the erotic literature I was reading or from the pictures or videos on the internet until I could do them gracefully and properly. I worked hard to be his ideal secretary, and his submissive lover to cover all contingencies.

My time on probation was full, enjoyable. I worked hard at achieving my goals. I slept well nights, waking up happy and refreshed, often dreaming of Aaron. Mom and I were talking again as if nothing happened, and my Dad, when I talked to him, seemed less distant, and was more supportive.

I was planning a trip home when my probation was over, and I was saving money to pay my sisters back; it would be a surprise. Aaron suggested I set up savings accounts for their children; my nieces and nephews, and add a small amount to each every month, and so I did.

FAST FORWARD AGAIN: There was a knock on my apartment door early in the morning: 7:00 AM, according to my alarm clock. It rained the night before, but it would turn out to be a glorious day in October, balmy and bright. The leaves on the trees were at the peak to display their autumn dress of yellow, orange and red. It was a Friday, and it was the first time he visited my apartment.

Aaron was dressed casually in faded blue jeans, and a red-and-black checked unbuttoned flannel shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; he was wearing a white tee-shirt, and a noticeable change from his signature tailored and starched long-sleeve white dress shirts; he only wears long sleeve white dress shirts with his suits. He was wearing scuffed and comfortable brown Wellington boots, as opposed to his polished and gleaming dress shoes. I was wearing a short pale green cotton nightgown and nothing else, and my long blond hair up in a neat and polished ballerina-style bun in preparation for the day.

"I'm here to take you out to dinner this evening to celebrate all to which I'm thankful. The most important is you, Sandy. You are my treasure, and I know how much you adore fresh seafood," He announced, "Pack your overnight bags!"

"I don't understand Aaron, but please come in, and good morning," I said surprised as I closed the door behind him, feeling flustered and elated.

"You've passed your probation early, Sandy. We are not at the office now, and after all your flirting, and touching, and rubbing up against me for the past two months all I'm getting is "a good morning?" Yesterday, you boldly took a sip of tea from my cup before you handed it to me, teasing me with your eyes. I took my first sip where your lips touched the cup, in acknowledgment that I want you for my lover.

You've made it clear you want more from me. Shall I take what I want, and what you desire?" I was thinking, 'Yes, Aaron, yes. I have so much to share, and I've saved myself for you, Sir.'

Aaron stepped closer and put his strong arms around my waist, pulling me close and gently crushing me to his hard body. I felt my nipples harden as I pressed against his chest. I felt the moistness of arousal between my legs.

He was freshly shaven, and I could smell the scent of citrus and cloves of his cologne.

"Your nipples are hard, Sandy, and I smell the sweet musk of your arousal.

I see much potential in you, and your untapped sexuality needing to be released and nurtured, my lovely virgin. You are the perfect efficient and loyal secretary. Are you willing to embrace your true nature and submissive sexual potential with the erotic pleasures and glorious orgasms that go with it?"

"Yes, Master," I whispered, yearning for permission, or the opportunity to suck on his cock, to show what I learned for him, and surprise him, since he knows I'm a virgin, in as much as I've never had coatis' with a man.

"Are you sure? Master is merely a title. However, if it pleases you, you may call me Sir, or Aaron as long as you know your place. Are you willing to submit to me? Carefully think before you answer me for there will be no turning back. There will be no safe words. Only I can release you from your promise. You must trust me to know what is best for you." I felt his hands caressing my hair near the nape of my neck, giving me goose-bumps.

"Yes, Aaron, yes," I said softly, almost whispering.

"Then submit, to me, Sandy and learn; but first, I want to taste your warm, generous lips."

I reached up and put my arms around my Sir's neck, closing my eyes, and I kissed his lips long and deep, enjoying the moment; one moment in time I'll never forget and the tingling of every nerve ending in my body; the currents of pleasure washing through me.

"You kiss very nicely, Sandy, and you taste delicious. There is a car service waiting downstairs to take us to the airport." As his Personal Secretary, I know the jet was the property of the Circle. "We're going to Portland, Maine," Aaron continued, "for our celebratory fresh seafood dinner. It will be a short vacation for anything you want to do. That is all you need to know for now," his hands shifted, and he was now rubbing my ass, "Take your nightgown off," He commanded quietly, and I understood I was not to speak. "You will pose for me," and when I removed my nightgown, "Excellent, he praised, as he critiqued, "You are a beautiful woman, and I will treasure and protect you.

I shall begin with your face, and particularly your eyes of cornflower blue. They are a vibrant cornflower-blue, enhanced by the wholesome, healthy fair complexion of a Nordic Princess. You have a small and slightly turned-up nose and delicate, dainty ears. Your luscious and generous full cupid lips complement her youthful appearance." Aaron took my face in his hands and lightly kissed my lips and said, "Luscious and enticing."

Aaron is a strong man who takes what he wants, me, and is not afraid to talk to a woman this way.

"You have a curvaceous and delightfully sexy and petite little figure, beautiful, and you're blushing. I find that to be refreshingly sweet. I will very much enjoy holding and cuddling with you for that is what lovers do.

I estimate you're five-five tall, at one-hundred twenty pounds.

I see you've shaved your flower, and I approve. It shall remain that way, always-on display and available to me. The petals on your flower are enticingly pink and plump and wet from the dew of your arousal. Put your hands behind your head, and turn slowly to display your breasts. Yes, that's right. Stop. They are exquisite, Sandy; your marvelous breasts are round and firm; perfectly in proportion to your figure with wonderfully pink upturned nipples.

They are begging to be licked and caressed. Turn until you are facing away from me, stop. Excellent, I am pleased, although not surprised to see you have not marred your body with tattoos. Put your hands on your ass cheek and squeeze them for they are shapely and firm. Bend so I can see your flower and squeeze your cheeks, excellent. Stand straight and place your hands to your side and close your eyes. Don't open your eyes until I tell you. Good, turn around and walk towards me slowly, until I tell you to stop...stop. You are magnificent, kneel.

"Open your eyes, Sandy." Aaron's boxers and jeans were around his ankles, and his hard cock was standing at attention. "Given your lack of experience and the fact you are a virgin, I surmise and am pleasantly surprised you have been engaging in after-work activities, and I approve. We can discuss those particulars later this evening. You know what I want."

I began licking the tip of his hard cock, teasingly while he removed the hairpins from my hair. Aaron's hard cock was pulsating and twitching as I licked; I love teasing him this way.

"Very nice," he praised, stroking my long ponytail, and commenting on the length, softness, and thickness, "You will grow your sunlight golden hair longer to what many refer to the classic length and my preference as well."

Soon, my hair was completely unbound and loose over my shoulders and down my back as I continued to lick and suck on his hard pulsating cock, probing and teasing him with my tongue and lips while looking up into his eyes as I did so.

I momentarily stopped sucking and licking his cock, and licked his balls. Shortly after, Aaron's 'hands were buried firmly in my hair, controlling the blowjob, pulling and directing as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and preventing me from looking up.