Submissive Squared

A few days went by and it seemed we were back where we were. I wondered if Brian was so dissatisfied with me that he didn't want to fuck me like he had that first night. He didn't make demands of me or spank me. I wondered if I was just not what he wanted after all. Each day that passed I was more and more frustrated sexually. I kept reliving that scene, my panties around my knees, his belt scorching my ass then his hard cock pounding into me. I wanted to feel that again. Brian had lit a spark in me but he was failing to tend to the fire.

On Friday night I confronted him.

"Sir, have I displeased you?"

"What?

Brian looked bewildered as if he'd completely forgotten his own fantasy.

"Sir, I was wondering if you found me to be a poor submissive. If so I am willing to learn Sir."

He just stared at me, but I could see his mind working and then he said.

"When your Master wants you he will tell you. I do not want an insolent slut making demands of me. Go and get your hair brush and come back here quickly."

I was so relieved and I literally ran to the bathroom and scooped up my brush and took it to him.

"As you requested Sir!"

"As I demanded slut! Now bend over and pull up that skirt."

Once again he pulled my panties down to my knees and then began to administer a spanking of my ass with the bristles of the brush. I counted them but was unsatisfied and I guess so was Brian as he turned the brush around and started over with the hard wooden side of the brush. OH god this was so much better I thought as pain now laced over my ass as I counted the ten then twenty strokes Brian laid on my bare ass. When he'd tired and I was dripping copiously from my now aching cunt I heard his zipper and then felt his cock at the entrance. I almost came on contact but tried to hold back, recalling my reading that this was for Master's pleasure not mine. He roughly shoved his hard cock into my wet pussy and again pounded me. I was in heaven as I felt that cock smashing into me his belly bouncing off my newly reddened ass. I held off as long as I could but when he shot his cum into me I came too whimpering in relief.

"Oh thank you Sir. Your bitch is pleased to have served you Sir."

Flustered and maybe a bit overcome himself he said.

"Get me a beer slut."

Later that night I sat with him and said.

"Sir?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been reading Sir about how to be a submissive so I could please you. I understand that some Masters require their sluts to not wear anything but dresses and skirts and to not wear panties or bras either. Would that please you Sir, to have your slut so dressed?"

"Yeah. It would slut. Starting tomorrow no panties, no bra and no pants. This is not just for weekends either slut. If you leave the house, that is how you must be."

Ok I hadn't thought about the work part but I saw no obvious problem there. I was not large up top so as long as the air conditioner wasn't too cool and my skirts or dresses not too short I should be OK.

"Thank you Sir! May your slut do anything more for you Sir?"

"No. I plan to watch the game tonight so go do some work or something. If I need anything I'll call you and you better hear me and respond or that bottom of yours will take another lashing."

I think I could have cum again had he merely touched me then.

So it went and although I did my best to act the part, Brian's interest was not much more then back in the vanilla sex days. No matter how hot I got, no matter the spankings, the intended public exposure Brian forced on me from time to time, he was still my "two minute" man. I was wondering what I was doing wrong.

Work went well, I was receiving more and more positive reviews for my output. I had been going to work without panties or bra for a couple of months now and using the computer at work to continue my research on the submissive life so I could please my Master. Then I received a notice to go see my boss. Nothing unusual in that so I went into Marylyn's office as requested.

"Donna, have a seat."

I did so and asked.

"What do you need Marylyn, how can I help?"

"That's one of your endearing traits Donna you are always so willing to go beyond the basics. Always ready to offer your help. You work is impeccable and it's being noticed upstairs."

Upstairs meant by the Executive Floor, all the Vice Presidents and the President and CFO had their offices 'upstairs."

"That's nice to hear Marylyn it certainly reflects on the training you've given me over the years."

"Donna, so nice of you to say that, but its apparent to me and evidently the group upstairs that you've gone beyond what I can teach you. In fact they want to interview you for a new opening. They are looking for someone who can think, who knows our client base and who can do whatever it takes to forward the goals of the company. As I understand it this new position will report directly to the President."

"Wow! This is unexpected. Are you sure I'm ready for this?"

"You would not be here if you weren't. In fact the President himself has asked to see you this afternoon. You're to be up there at 4. I have no idea what he wants, the actual job is not yet written or on the books. I can't coach you on how to respond to his questions, all I can say is be honest and answer him. If he asks about another employee be honest in your review, do not sugarcoat anything. Above all else be who you are."

"Thanks for the advice Marylyn I appreciate it."

As I left her office I giggled at her suggestion to "just be who you are" as my panty-less ass and braless tits rubbed easily against the fabric of my outfit. I wondered how she would react if she only known the whole truth. This is who I am, my husband's slut.

At five to four I found myself standing at the door to office of "Mr. Jeremiah Bennett, President & CEO", according to the silver name play mounted squarely in the center of the heavy mahogany door.

I straightened my blouse for what could've been the hundredth time, and I shivered as the silken fabric brushed over my bare breasts causing my nipples to stand at attention beneath the flimsy cloth. As I had no blazer to wear I knew that they would be apparent but there was nothing I could do about them now. After a few firm tugs on my too short pencil skirt, I lifted a shaky hand and knocked more softly than I'd intended then I stood back and waited wondering if he'd even heard me at all.

The response came in a very harsh tone.

"Yes?"

I felt every ounce of confidence within me evaporate momentarily and I stumbled inside stepping nervously in front of his oversized desk on rubbery knees. The man who sat behind the desk matched the intimidating voice in Technicolor detail. Although he was seated, his form was still very tall and lean with a thick head of chestnut brown hair and eyes a bright shade of blue which were breath taking against the healthy golden tone of his skin. It was not a one off tan or orange colors one gets from artificial tans, this was the gorgeous tone of someone who enjoyed being outdoors. I hadn't realized that my mouth hung up brazenly until he cleared his throat loudly.

I snapped out of my daze and flushed again, murmuring an apology. I painted a polite smile onto my face and extended my hand to him.

"It's wonderful to meet you Mr. Bennett, my name is..."

"I know what your name is, Miss Ellis, sit."

He said when he finally spoke but he neither recognized my gesture nor did he take my proffered hand and I stood with my hand extended until the moment became awkward and I pulled it back feeling the sting of his rejection. I took a seat in one of the plain wooden chairs in front of his desk and wiped my clammy palms along my skirt subtly all the while smiling kindly. He sat and waited patiently while I'd settled in and my smile faded.

"Now Miss Ellis..."

"Oh!"

I interrupted him, recoiling slightly when his sharp gaze burned into me.

"It's Misses, actually."

His expression cooled visibly.

"My apologies, Mrs. Ellis!"

He purred with a syrupy sweet emphasis on the prefix to my name.

I nodded trying to pretend that I wasn't completely disarmed but his unnerving tone. The tension in the room was practically tangible as he stared at me, appraising me. After a thorough once over with nothing but his eyes seemed to find whatever he was looking for and he continued.

"Mrs. Ellis your invitation to interview for me today was initiated at the personal recommendation of your director downstairs based on the impression you've made on her. I'm seeking someone with your skills and demeanor to fill the role of my executive assistant."

His statement confused me, stirring me to ask.

"But sir, I am a marketing representative from the third floor, while I am rather resourceful I am not particularly organized and my memory is terrible. What help can I possibly be to you?"

Heat flashed behind his eyes and when he answered I was sure he was talking about something else entirely.

"Well Misses Ellis, I am familiar with your skills. This is not a secretarial position and I will be counting on you to deliver."

At the double meaning behind his words I felt moisture pooling between my legs and I tightly squeezed my thighs together in response, swallowing hard. Trying to force words around the growing lump in my throat I didn't recognize my own voice, hoarse with my sudden arousal.

"Thank you, sir, I'm sure I will do well with whatever tasks you assign to me. What exactly would like for me to do?"

"Your duties are not defined to the letter although they will grow as you take your direction from me. Ultimately, I will make all the decisions and you will obey them. Your primary duty is to serve me by making sure that I only see what I need to see, freeing me up to run this company. I need you to give me the facts and any opinions you have then do what I say. This is not an eight to five job your hours will be what they are, but we will certainly pay you accordingly. A 25% increase in your current annual salary should be sufficient to allow for the accommodations to your new position. In addition to your current medical benefits standard as well as an appropriate annual bonus..."

My mind was spinning with the onslaught of new information. What executive assistant anywhere makes what I make a year already, much less with a 25% raise? I knew Brian would be chomping at the bit to say yes for me but I felt the need to pause and consider. Why did this sound too good to be true?"

He had paused and when my eyes once again focused on his, he looked me directly in the eyes and asked sternly.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Ellis, am I interrupting your day dreams?"

I muttered an apology under the weight of his chastisement and he continued, un-phased.

"Now we'll need to discuss appropriate attire for your work uniform."

Immediately I thought of Brian's instructions about my daily dress at work and I blurted out without thinking.

"I promise maintain business appropriate attire, within certain limits of course."

His eyes were immediately alight with curiosity.

"Oh really, to which limitations are you referring?"

"My husband's, sir."

I answered honestly.

We were closely approaching a line of what I knew to be appropriate to discuss with one's boss' boss' boss, but I couldn't escape my desire to be completely transparent with this man.

Leaning forward and putting his elbows onto the desktop, Mr. Bennett locked his fingers together creating a steeple out of his pointer fingers then rested his chin atop them. He seemed to sense my pull toward him as much as I did.

"What types of limitations?"

My blood boiled below the surface of my skin and I'm sure my face was beet red as I answered honestly,

"Well sir, I am my husband's submissive and he requires that I dress this way, low cut blouses to show off my cleavage, short hemlines no less than 3 inches above my knees, high heeled pumps, and in addition I am to go without panties or a brassiere."

He sat quietly and then began to chuckle to himself before laughing heartily.

"You mean the worm that attended the holiday party with you a few months ago, is that the 'Dominant' man that you speak of now?"

I nodded, not even realizing that he'd noticed me before now, much less Brian. I kept my eyes to the floor and answered him.

"Yes sir, that man was my husband."

I didn't say much beyond that as I wasn't really sure if I should; I'd already said too much as it was.

"Oh my dear, Mrs. Ellis, if that is your example of a Dominant I must regretfully inform you that you have been horribly misled."

At this my eyes shot up and glared at him angrily.

"Pardon me, Mr. Bennett but I don't take kindly to implications that I'm incompetent or naïve."

He smiled patronizingly.

"Oh sweet Donna, how can you possibly feel so betrayed when you have no truth to compare your man child's portrayal of Dominance? I've seen his demeanor and his wandering eyes as they take in anything in a skirt that passes by. Are the two of you exclusive?"

As much as I wanted to deny him any more of this far too personal information, I'd pretty much decided I was all in at this point so there was little reason in holding back now, besides he was now calling me Donna, not Mrs. Ellis.

"We're married."

I said matter-of-factly.

He was unmoved by my statement.

"Well Donna, that doesn't necessarily mean that you're exclusively involved, or for that matter that your Husband is exclusively involved either. Have you ever been dominated by someone other than your semi-Dominant husband?"

His tone was somewhat of a sneer but I chose to ignore it.

"No, he is my first and my only Dominant."

Scratching his chin thoughtfully he spoke aloud.

"Well that's not at all surprising."

I seemed to come to my senses, suddenly realizing where we were and how inappropriate of territory this topic of conversation had drifted into and in an instant I was utterly humiliated for letting everything show so openly in front of this total stranger. I stood brusquely.

"Well now while this has been the most unorthodox interview I have ever had I think it's time that I left. Also I think it's safe to assume that I will not be expecting a job offer so I'll see my way out."

He stopped me with a single command.

"Sit, Donna."

I sunk into my chair and he smiled.

"Good girl. Now Donna, I have every intension of offering you the position just as you have every intention of accepting the offer. From then on we shall see if you are in fact the submissive that you claim to be. Today is Thursday, take tomorrow off and celebrate with your husband this weekend. I start at seven AM and I expect you to be here to greet me."

"Yes Sir!"

I cringed when I realized that those were words I said to my husband. I sat there somewhat embarrassed at my terminology when my new boss asked.

"Is there something else Donna?

"Oops sorry Sir."

I stood up left the office once again damning myself for calling him Sir. I returned to my own floor and knocked on my Director's door.

"I'm sorry I've lost you Donna. However, this is a big promotion for you! You'll be working directly under the President of the Company. I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't running the place someday. Congratulations!"

I grinned and came around her desk and she stood and we hugged.

"I owe or maybe blame you for this Marylyn."

"Go on get out of here, I heard you got some time off before you start. Try not to forget us little people once you get up their with the movers and shakers. Just keep your ears and eyes open and do what you're told, you've the talent and the personality that will help you up there."

I could not wait to get home and tell Brian about my raise and new responsibilities. I worried about the added hours and possible road trips but this was going to allow us some financial freedom and Brian enjoys financial freedom. I thought back to the interview and how I'd so casually revealed my submissive relationship with Brian and how dismissive of Brian my new boss was. The more I thought of how he talked about Brain the more I agreed. Brian used the submissive/Dominant relationship only during sex and he was not very imaginative beyond fucking me hard and occasionally spanking or using a belt on me. Once or twice he lifted my skirt or the hem of my dress exposing my pussy and I was amazed at how turned on it got me. But in reality I was the one who made the suggestions of things he should do to me, I was the one who suggested I not wear under garments.

By the time I got home that afternoon I also realized that the amount of sex had not changed either. Brian still came rather quickly and I was often left wanting. I had thought that it was intentional, as some Dominants like to deny their submissive's release. Yet, Brian never forbade me to masturbate either.

Brian was pleased but not overly thrilled about my promotion and while we went out to eat on Saturday night to 'celebrate' Brian got plastered and I once again went to bed needy. I began to wonder if Brian was telling the truth about Sandy, if she'd left town or maybe he was still having his fun with her. I slept poorly Sunday night but was up early and n the office by six thirty Monday. I was the only one there and had no idea where my office was so I sat and waited. Luckily I still had a few assignments in my briefcase that would need to be returned to Marylyn and I was busy reading them while waiting for my boss or someone to show me my office.

"Well I see Donna is in. Come on into our office."

Our office? This was a twist! I thought Assistants sat outside the office not in with the boss. I followed him in and he pointed to a desk set up near the door. There was a phone, computer etc and a nameplate. I stood looking at it for a minute.

"Donna if I could have your attention?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I barked! I surprised myself, once again, with the term Sir and the sharpness with which I said it. I felt my face warm and knew my embarrassment showed.

"I love the crisp reply. Now I do not expect much from you at first other then to see you grow. Here are four proposals that have come up for approval. I want you to review each one. I want to know if you think I should approve them or reject them and why. Also if a proposal needs to be sent back because it leaves questions note that as well. You will also act as a go between for me with Alice our Secretary. You will learn to determine who actually needs to speak with me and whom you can handle. Obviously this is all a learning process and you will make mistakes. Perhaps, being well trained in submission by your husband we should use some of that discipline to help things stick!"

"Sir?"

"Was something I said unclear Donna?"

Was he or wasn't he going to use corporal punishment on me and if so, was it to be like what Brian did?

"No, Sir!"

Very good! Time is ticking Donna lets get to work. I'd like to see your work on each of the proposals as you finish them. In that way we can more quickly get you up to speed with minimum training!"

I nodded and sat at my desk prepared to open one of the proposals. As I sat down my naked ass reminded me of my lack of panties and the dampness on my thighs reminded me that my new boss was indicating that he was going to be teaching me this job through training and discipline. Thoughts of Brian's ineffectiveness in our bedroom and the possibility that he was still seeing Sandy or maybe had someone new. I asked him to not see her, I never specifically asked him not to seek a new girlfriend. I was determined to focus on my job and I let Brian and his possible cheating go. I was determined to be the best and to make my new boss happy he selected me, no matter how hard it was.