It all started innocently enough. Co-workers who flirted a bit here and there. But then about four years ago, I received an email from Him on a Friday telling me to wear my red dress on Monday. My initial response was a typical “oh, so you like that dress,” to which he replied, “just do what I say.”
Well, that gave me something to think about over the weekend. I did want to wear the dress for Him, but I could not really articulate at that point why. What could be the harm? So, Monday morning I walk into the office wearing the red dress. And He has a proposal. The proposal is that we innocently explore our D/s feelings in the office. He makes the rules. I obey them.
What? We had never had a conversation remotely related to the topic of D/s. While I have had submissive fantasies for a long time, I had certainly never mentioned them to Him (or anyone else for that matter). Also…we are both married (and not to each other). But we started talking about what this “arrangement” would look like in the office, He gave me a (fairly fast) deadline to make a decision, and I decided to give it a try.
He did start out slow with me. Initially, the Rules included what I could wear, what I could drink, and how to address him. The list of Rules kept getting longer…and I started messing up, which led to punishment.
I was not expecting the punishment. I also wasn’t expecting my reaction to the punishment. The first time He disciplined me for not obeying Him, I had to meet him in a vacant office with a ruler. He used the ruler on the back of my hand, and when He was finished made me stand in a corner for several minutes while he went back to work. I stood in the corner not thinking about my stinging hand but about the wetness between my thighs and how I wanted Him to fuck me.
But…I am married and this arrangement was for the office only. Until one day, I get a text message to look in my wallet where I will find a hotel room key and to go immediately to the hotel room and await further instructions. When I arrived to the room, I received another text telling me to put on the blindfold I would find on the nightstand and to kneel in the center of the room holding the ruler I would also find.
The anticipation of waiting for Him, and wondering what was going to happen next, was more torturous than the spanking with the ruler I received that day in the hotel—with my clothes on. Four years later, when I am summoned to a hotel room, the only item of “clothing” I am allowed to wear is his collar. And things are tougher at the office too…I am required to hand over my panties and wedding rings every day. If I misbehave, I am summoned to his car for a humiliating spanking over his knee (and apparently I misbehave a lot). With IM and selfies, he is also able to insure that I follow his Rule to keep a shaved pussy, meet his clothing expectations on weekends, and I am ready for his use if he needs me in the evenings.
Now, I can articulate why I wanted to wear the red dress for Him. I wanted to wear the dress, because I wanted to obey him. I love His orders and I love the challenge of being His submissive. It is still a challenge, because he is always coming up with something new (for example, writing this introduction).
I am mortified to share all of this, but He demands that I do. He feels that I need to be more publicly forthcoming about my submissive needs. He has instructed me to respond politely to any comments or questions I may receive. As always, I will do as He instructs.
Well, that gave me something to think about over the weekend. I did want to wear the dress for Him, but I could not really articulate at that point why. What could be the harm? So, Monday morning I walk into the office wearing the red dress. And He has a proposal. The proposal is that we innocently explore our D/s feelings in the office. He makes the rules. I obey them.
What? We had never had a conversation remotely related to the topic of D/s. While I have had submissive fantasies for a long time, I had certainly never mentioned them to Him (or anyone else for that matter). Also…we are both married (and not to each other). But we started talking about what this “arrangement” would look like in the office, He gave me a (fairly fast) deadline to make a decision, and I decided to give it a try.
He did start out slow with me. Initially, the Rules included what I could wear, what I could drink, and how to address him. The list of Rules kept getting longer…and I started messing up, which led to punishment.
I was not expecting the punishment. I also wasn’t expecting my reaction to the punishment. The first time He disciplined me for not obeying Him, I had to meet him in a vacant office with a ruler. He used the ruler on the back of my hand, and when He was finished made me stand in a corner for several minutes while he went back to work. I stood in the corner not thinking about my stinging hand but about the wetness between my thighs and how I wanted Him to fuck me.
But…I am married and this arrangement was for the office only. Until one day, I get a text message to look in my wallet where I will find a hotel room key and to go immediately to the hotel room and await further instructions. When I arrived to the room, I received another text telling me to put on the blindfold I would find on the nightstand and to kneel in the center of the room holding the ruler I would also find.
The anticipation of waiting for Him, and wondering what was going to happen next, was more torturous than the spanking with the ruler I received that day in the hotel—with my clothes on. Four years later, when I am summoned to a hotel room, the only item of “clothing” I am allowed to wear is his collar. And things are tougher at the office too…I am required to hand over my panties and wedding rings every day. If I misbehave, I am summoned to his car for a humiliating spanking over his knee (and apparently I misbehave a lot). With IM and selfies, he is also able to insure that I follow his Rule to keep a shaved pussy, meet his clothing expectations on weekends, and I am ready for his use if he needs me in the evenings.
Now, I can articulate why I wanted to wear the red dress for Him. I wanted to wear the dress, because I wanted to obey him. I love His orders and I love the challenge of being His submissive. It is still a challenge, because he is always coming up with something new (for example, writing this introduction).
I am mortified to share all of this, but He demands that I do. He feels that I need to be more publicly forthcoming about my submissive needs. He has instructed me to respond politely to any comments or questions I may receive. As always, I will do as He instructs.
