D/s in the workplace

im_a_voyeur

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As a few of you are aware, I’m a recent nursing graduate and have been working at my hospital for the past 2 and 1/2 months. Because I’m new, they started me off with a preceptor to work under for 6 weeks during the day shift and another preceptor for 2 weeks on the night shift. (I was hired for the night shift but they wanted to orient me on days.)

The preceptor I had for the first 6 weeks was awesome. I jokingly called her my dominant behind her back. She has dominant characteristics but is not in the BDSM scene (as far as I can tell, LOL). The role of the nursing preceptor is to orient you to the floor and to make sure you understand policy and procedures as well as understand the scope of care for the different type of patients we care for.

My preceptor was known for her time management skills. This woman was known for clocking in and out at the same time every shift, not a minute before or after. She told me from the beginning that even though she knew my time management skills were not up to par yet, she would not be clocking out late and that we would be ready to clock out on time come hell or high water. She’s the type of person who takes pride in her work and makes sure she gives excellent nursing care.

At some point I realized that our relationship had similar qualities to a D/s relationship. My preceptor was “training” me. My preceptor was hard on me but it was in a very caring manner. She was constantly on my back making sure that I was handling things properly. She would evaluate my weak spots and work with me to get me stronger in that area. Each week I was presented with new challenges and every time I found myself striving to rise above and beyond to make my preceptor proud of me. It was an awesome dynamic and now that it’s over, I really miss it. I have nothing but the utmost respect for this woman. The things I learned under her wing were invaluable and I know I’ll be a better nurse because of her.

This is exactly the kind of thing I’m seeking in a D/s relationship. I find it funny that I found what I was looking for at my job. I hope that in my future personal relationships, I can find someone who is willing to put in the hard work in training me and helping me reach the goals I want to meet to improve myself.

I’m wondering if anyone else has had any unique experiences at work where they felt there were some D/s undertones going on.


ETA: My experience lacked any kinky undertones but if you guys have any sexy stories to share, please do ;)
 
Not at work but at college. My whole department was stacked with profs who were not what most people would assume art profs are - kind of sheltered jack offs - these people were all from first gen college student work-your-way-up kind of roots. I think a lot of them were in the arts because it's one of the few undergraduate departments where you actually have to make, do, or produce anything concrete - science and music being the others. I know that's the core of what moved me along.

Anyhow, I'm sure I earned a reputation as totally annoying suck up, because I really did go out of my way to incorporate critique, consider everything suggested, look up the people they suggested I be looking at, see the NYC shows they said they were going to check out on break too, read Artforum, you know, really push it.

One in particular, I'd burn my fingers working overtime to get an A- from. He also had actual non-bullshit advice for me when I was clinically depressed or taking critiques altogether too personally, or basically having I'm 22 and immature and my head is up my ass problems. He basically said to his 101 students "you may think my way of doing this is bullshit. I insist you do it my way once, then you can reject or embrace it based on experience." This kind of rationale has stuck with me, and I use it on subs/bottoms at times, ha. It's really the only kind of leadership that I've responded to, though - very self-effacing, simple rational requests, a lot of latitude, but someone who commands enough respect that going the extra mile doesn't feel like I'm compromising myself in any way.

Nothing remotely improper ever occurred. Though I think any relationship of this nature has some kind of *undercurrent* I'm really relieved it had a very firm boundary, VERY clear.
 
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LOL, not off the top of my head, but then it is aching so something might spring to mind later. There was an English teacher I had when I went back to high school in my 30's though who I am sure I should take to lunch on one of my home visits and let him in on my little secret. We were having a discussion one day along the lines of slavery in Roman times, women as chattel at various historical periods, and he chuckled when I said I always felt I was born in the wrong century and said 'God help any man who ever took it into his head to make you his slave'. ROFL, wouldn't he just be surprised at my life now?!! He did love my english assignment though which was making a tape meant to be a radio advertisement for some product...I chose to make mine a fantasy role play resot with Madonna's 'Erotica' playing in the background here and there. He said he spent many a happy hour replaying it over and over while he let his head and other things imagine themselves in my resort, and he said it had nothing to do with Madonna, but my voice made sure there was nothing left over for his wife that night....lol, he said I actually could have been reading a menu, the Bible or anything and he thinks it would have had the same reslt.:D

Catalina:devil:
 
I look into my crystal ball and I see you with a pervy doctor.
 
Not at work but at college.

I never had a professor that I wanted to impress now that I think about it. I did have a professor that I crushed on because he was insanely smart. He taught Philosophy and Religion. He wasn't that attractive... he had these really bad glasses that made his eyes look tiny as shit, lol. He was a bit of an asshole and he had an air of "I'm too good to be teaching at a community college" air about him. But dammit, I took both of his classes just so I could listen to him talk and fantasize about him. *sigh*
 
LOL, not off the top of my head, but then it is aching so something might spring to mind later. There was an English teacher ....

I'm think I'm home schooling my kids. School nowadays are just filled with way too many kinky teachers.

I should know, I've fucked a few of them, LMAO!



(Ok, so maybe I only fucked two. :rolleyes:)
 
c, my last boss reminds me a lot of your preceptor. Heavy mentor role, showing me not only how to do specific things but how to recognize and predict what needed to be done. Taught me a lot about people and how they think and how they work. Most of what I have learned about leadership was through this boss. (Of course, we actually DID have a sexual element in our relationship but that's a whole nother story.) It was a really fantastic dynamic and yeah I don't think I could help but sexualize it...mastery over business, mastery over people, mastery over me. It was natural.
I know there's some hot stories that could be shared. We gotta do the phone call thing one of these days so I can have you tell me stories for me to stroke-off to.


P.S. I wouldn't stroke off on the phone while we talked.... unless you wanted me to ;-)


Yeah, I need to get laid soon cuz I'm getting way too perverse for my own good.
 
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I'm think I'm home schooling my kids. School nowadays are just filled with way too many kinky teachers.

I should know, I've fucked a few of them, LMAO!



(Ok, so maybe I only fucked two. :rolleyes:)

You whore!

Uh..... that won't be happening anytime soon. The doctors at my hospital are assholes with no redeeming qualities.

Well, it's best not to date at work anyway.
 
I know there's some hot stories that could be shared. We gotta do the phone call thing one of these days so I can have you tell me stories for me to stroke-off to.


P.S. I wouldn't stroke off on the phone while we talked.... unless you wanted me to ;-)


Yeah, I need to get laid soon cuz I'm getting way too perverse for my own good.


Stop stealing my girls!
 
Stop stealing my girls!

* LAUGHS HARD *

Ahh..you're funny. I think I find it even more so when I put your words to that talking, angry turkey leg saying it.
Like a turkey leg (even a dry one) has a need for girls.

* my mind my mind *
 
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I look into my crystal ball and I see you with a pervy doctor.

I wouldn't be all that surprised. I could well imagine health care with its strong hierarchic structure drawing in quite a few people interested in power exchange, mostly subconsciously.
 
It is hard not to let the mind wander when I'm at work. When I hear the medics say they had to restrain someone, I can't help but think "Lucky bastard." Also hearing that a patient is "boarded" puts an invisible smirk on my face. When I did ride time with one of my medic friends, they demonstrated for me what exactly that entails. Lying on a board, foam blocks next to my head to keep from moving it and four two inch wide webbed straps at my head, shoulders, torso, and just below the knees. Laying there looking up at my friend and a bunch of firemen. My mind admittedly took a momentary detour. They wondered why my heart rate was up when the ran a twelve lead on me afterwards, but I knew.

Ah, public safety. I think we are all comfortable being a bit overtly sexual with each other to remind ourselves we are human after what we deal with.
 
Phermones and Hairpulling in the workplace...

I don't have any great dynamics between me and a boss right now...

I have in other jobs, (with better bosses) and I think there is something to be said for the way a good "boss"(supervisor, preceptor, ect.) leads you to be better, not only telling you how to do your job, but how to know how to do your job.

But also to know how and when to take the initiative and be proactive to predict and prevent problems...

Therefore helping you to your full potential... and I can see why I would like that treatment at work, since I seek it in personal relationships. *nods* Makes sence...

Now I deal with clients every day... many diffrent walks of life, and I have never had such a charge in the air, or unsaid chemistry as with her...

She sat in my chair, and clearly being alternative, I waited to see if her words would live up to her looks, She reminded me of Amy Lee from Evanesence. The dark hair, same shape face and really similar eyes...

I did her consultation and we talked about what she wanted, I caped her, shampooed her, and cut her hair...

The conversation was nice, I did noticed her enjoy my touch, but I get compliments everyday, so I didn't think anything of it...

I began to blowdry her hair... I first use the blowdryer and just my fingers, raking them and lifting the hair, moving the hair away from the sides of the head or ears causes me to have to touch the persons ears or side of the head/face...

I try to say within the hairline and draw the hair away but, oops, touch her face, and she looks straight into my eyes, and we hold eyes for just long enough for me to feel the heat flow through my body and the electricity begins in the air.

I have her hair mostly dry, So I gather the top half, pin it up, and grap my big round bristley brush.

I gather the hair onto the brush, curling it under, and constantly turning the brush to ensure there is tension... I am almost pulling the hair in this motion, but it is the only way to ensure a professional, bouncey blowdry, I continue in sections and usually I get customers who pull against me, or the wince like it hurts...

This woman sat so still. Not pulling away, but not being pulled either, she had her eyes pressed closed and she was sitting almost straight up, barely putting her back against the seat. I realized the oddness of her reaction and explain to her that I have to use even and strong tension to get a good blowdry on her medium hair, she opens her you're as I as if I am hurting her, "No" she responds, "If anything"... and she looks at all the people, and I look at her, and she decides against her statement, shuts her eyes and I begin to ribbon her hair through the brush once again,

I was DYING to ask her if she was into that sort of thing... and we kept making eye contact and smiling politely, I just worried someone would hear us, No one knows I like pulling womens hair especially hot Amy Lee looking ones... I was too scared, but standing so close to her neck, I swear to god I wanted to bury my face in her neck,

The only way I can explain it is she smelled sweet and hot (temperature) and I felt my hair stand up on my neck... Something unseen was making my body respond to her and I saw the best things in my mind...

Me sliding my hand up the back of her neck, over her little black pentogram tattooed on her very white skin, and into the hair at the nape of her neck, right below the occipital bone, and close my fingers into a fist containing her clean black hair and cock her head back firmly, just to see her gasp, as I lower my mouth to hers and begin to lick and suck her lips...

But I don't. I finish her blowdry, and send her off...

I still wonder what she was, was she just a kinky chic? Enjoying a little TLC at the salon, or was she going to tell me "if anything I'd say to do it harder!" and tell me she liked pain too...

But she didn't have to tell me, I could tell by her body language, and since I am super professional, I never let on, even tho I was in my head going between focusing on my job, and her little vibes she kept throwing out.

In that case I wish I HAD some D/s in the workplace, lol!
 
I have something right now, though I dont "think" the person knows what he's doing. When my hair is pulled just right, I moan. I cant help it.. it just feels so damn good.. anyway... my coworker seems to not be able to resist pulling my hair when he walks by.. not a quick tug but a little slower pull... makes me wonder...
 
I will admit that I get off having my makeup done. Something about a really pretty girl attentively this close to my face tickling me with little sable brushes.
 
I know this isn't exactly the same as what's being asked but I had an ongoing fantasy about my boss Domming me- he was very flirty and I had an oh-so-big crush on him. That fantasy ended though when we dated for a bit and I saw how tame he was.
 
There are so many things about being an orchestral musician that bring BDSM to mind at work! Onstage, unless I'm first chair, I am not allowed to speak. I am expected to toe the line at all times, and any show of independence (a mistake, a break in dress code, showing up less than 15 minutes early, my own musical style) is a firing offense. If I want to ask a question, I have to play telephone through my section leader to the conductor. And if the soloist wants the orchestra to know something, s/he won't speak to us directly: it funnels, again, through the conductor -- even though we're RIGHT THERE.

Yes, there's the audience, totally impressed by the big picture and by the fact of my making a living at "something I love," and that's rewarding to me as a performer, but they're about as real to me as those shadows against the wall at play parties.

No, onstage it's me, the music, and a constant perfectionism augmented by hours and hours of private practice, all alone in a small room, with only my intense focus for company.

Oh, and p.s. Despite being "artists," we are all at the beck and call of any stagehand. Seriously, not allowed to fend for ourselves one bit, even so much as turning on our own stand lights. Kind of like the princes/ses in "Sleeping Beauty," where we have to submit even to our grooms.
 
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Oh, and p.s. Despite being "artists," we are all at the beck and call of any stagehand. Seriously, not allowed to fend for ourselves one bit, even so much as turning on our own stand lights. Kind of like the princes/ses in "Sleeping Beauty," where we have to submit even to our grooms.


*singing some union song, off key*
 
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