I was so excited. I had made my mind up. I was certain. I knew what I wanted. I wanted you. I wanted that exciting world of submission and dominance that you could offer me. Before I had always thought of it as playing, now I wasn't so sure. It was more than that. I was ready, I had no idea of what might happen, but I knew you would make sure I was given what I needed and the uncertainty added further. It felt like a new start, a new beginning. I remembered when we had started. I t seemed so long ago. That girl seemed so innocent and naïve to the one I was now. I had always hidden behind the idea that it all was playacting, now I knew it was for real. Just the thought of putting on my blindfold was enough to wet the tops of my thighs.

As instructed, if I wanted to continue, I wore only my suit, jacket and skirt. I had removed my knickers, bra and blouse before walking to your office. Undressing for you in the toilet had fuelled the eagerness, the expectation, bringing the naughty thrill to the fore. I was wearing only a black silk suit, stockings, suspenders and high heels. My breasts were free and would be seen if I didn't hold myself correctly. More than anything I couldn't believe how sensitive my mound was. My knickers had moved so sensually over my skin and I had looked at myself in the mirror as I pulled the crutch up between my labia, but now the lining of the skirt slid heavenly back and forth over the sensitised skin. My face was flushed. I was aware of the predatory looks from men around me as I walked on the street. They had angered me previously, frightened me. It had changed gradually over the weeks but now I accepted them, didn't hide from them, passively allowed them to feed on me. It excited me.

I asked directions to your office from a bored receptionist and found your office blocked by your PA. She was taller than me, about thirty and very smart, very beautiful, very confident. I felt gauche. I hated her! She smiled as I walked in.

"Hello, I'm Louise. I am sorry, Mr. Weston is out just now, but he told me to give this to you and to have you wait for him in his office." Louise handed me an envelope. I looked at it, disconcerted by you not being here. Expensive paper. I realised that you had written the words 'Instructions for Emma' on the envelope. I could see it was your handwriting. Louise had a knowing smile on her face as I looked up. I felt as though the room had become an oven. I knew I was blushing a deep red. I realised that she might guess that I was a submissive. Your submissive.

She led me into your office. "I must be finishing off. Emma, please excuse me. She closed the door leaving me alone. It took a moment for me to come to terms with the events and then I looked around. It was a large room. You had a modern desk. It was totally uncluttered, other than having a computer at one end. The only other item on the desk was a blindfold. My blindfold. I felt a dribble of perspiration drip from my armpit down my ribs. I looked around again. The desk took up one end of the room, at the other were two sofas facing each other with a table between them. Eventually I looked at the envelope in my fingers. I lent against the desk and opened it. Inside was a short note.

Your instructions were simple and to the point. This time not even my name.

"Remove all of your clothes.

Shoes and stockings to remain.

Stand in front of the desk facing the door.

Put on the blindfold.

Stand to attention with your hands clasped behind you, feet apart..

Wait for me."

I couldn't do this! This was too much. I'd have to walk out. Past Louise. I would be too embarrassed to do that too. It was agonising. As I moved I felt the wetness at the top of my thigh. You knew what I was. You were forcing me to know it. You were forcing me to prove myself. As you had in the restaurant when you called me a cab to go a wait naked for you, you were giving me an opportunity to back out. I could go out of your office. I could walk out past Louise, past the receptionist and back to my flat and my past life. I could, I could! I could but I didn't want to. Still, the idea of undressing in your office was truly frightening. Yet the more mortified I felt the more aroused I became. My naked lips between my thighs were bloated and leaking. I knew I was flushed. I couldn't do this. No, that was wrong, I shouldn't do this. I would though.

I was virtually naked anyway. Shaking I unfastened my jacket and slipped out of it. My breasts on view, my pussy tingling. I paused covering them with my jacket, hearing Louise moving about outside. Would she come in? My nipples tightened, the areoles crinkled. It was cool in the room but I was so hot. Closing my eyes I continued. I stepped out of my skirt. I looked down and saw my naked mound framed between the straps of the suspenders. I could smell the aroma from my sex. I stood virtually naked, my breathing ragged. I folded my suit and lay it neatly next to the blindfold. I looked at it. Finally I had the courage and lifted the warm leather. I stood away from the desk. The blackness thankfully enveloped me. I knew it; it was a friend, a lover. I turned towards the door. A slut clasped her hands behind her as she stood naked in front of the door. I listened from my darkness.

What I was doing left me shaking for a while. I realised that still you had left me a way out, you had given me the chance to bolt. I could dress and run away. You were making me realise it was my choice. I stood upright, my breasts pushing up and bouncing slightly as I trembled and held my small wrists securely behind me. I knew that if I was here, like this, when you came into the office that we both would know and accept that I had committed myself. It was a test. I wasn't going to fail. I felt as though I could hear each creaking of the building, every drawer in the building opening and closing, each footstep. I could smell the smells of a male office, the polish, secretary's perfume, and aftershave. I could smell my juices and the leather blindfold. I couldn't see. I couldn't escape. I spread my legs. I was so aroused.

I stood waiting. At one point I was sure Louise was going to come in. I waited. With each moment I became even more excited, my thighs, noticeably, a little more wet. Slowly the sounds subsided.

The door opened. My whole body tensed. It seemed to take forever for the door to close and all that time I knew that I was visible to whoever might be looking in from the lobby. The door closed. I sensed and heard the tiny rustling as you moved around me. My body was betraying me. Then nothing. Full minutes passed.

"Stephen?" I whispered.

"Be quiet. Don't speak unless you are asked a question and don't move at all." You! Your voice. Thank God! It was you! Tears wet my blindfold as I pushed myself forward to you. I wanted to see you!

"You want all this?"

"Yes."

"Are you certain?"

"Oh yes. Yes. I'm certain. Touch me. Please touch me."

"Be quiet. Have you accepted yourself as a submissive?"

"Yes. Oh yes."

"What are you?"

"I'm submissive." A whisper.

"Say it louder."

"I'm submissive." Yes.

"Again."

"I'm a submissive.

"Whose submissive?"

"Yours. I'm your submissive."

"Will you be a good submissive?"

"Oh yes. Always. I'll be really good. I'll please you, I will, I promise. I'll do anything you want me to." I waited, desperate in the silence for long minutes.

"Yes. Yes you will." I wondered if I would faint. I felt so fearful and overjoyed at the same time. Blood was pumping in my ears. You wanted me! Yes! Yes! Yes! A tears trickled down my cheek.

"I like you like that. Such a pretty mound, such a welcoming slit. Now we can see what you're really for, can't we?" With the previous excitement I had forgotten that I had shaved. I was gasping, trembling. "You look rather wet."

"Yes. You can't imagine. Does it look nice?" I needed your approval.

"Quiet. I will discipline you for that later. Yes, yes it does. Mmmm." I couldn't help grinning into the darkness even though I was to be punished.

Your fingertips ran over me, over the underside of my heaving breast, upward to my tight nipples. You squeezed them until I moaned for you and then they slid softly down over my skin as though they were tears. I was panting. Your fingertips caressed the flesh that was shaven for you. You rubbed over my sensitive, naked, bulging mound making me desperate, flesh pulling against my clit. I was so sensitive. I was dripping before you had touched my cunt. Then your hand cupped me. I couldn't help myself. I began pushing down on your hand, bending my knees, rubbing myself wantonly against your fingers. I was almost coming, my juices dribbling as my vagina was in spasm. You made me stop but didn't take your hand away. My sex had opened up, it was soaking, and I must have looked disgusting. It took me some time to control myself.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes. Yes. If you'll let me."

"Not yet." I groaned.

Your free hand took my hair and turned my face up to yours. You kissed me softly and as you did your hand played with me. I pressed my breasts against your suit. You kissed me more strongly and your fingers opened and violated me. I was groaning in need. Your tongue took my mouth and as your fingers lay still inside met. I was gasping into your mouth. You left me on the brink.

"Please! Please!" My hips bucked lewdly without my consent.

"Do you want to come?"

"Oh yes. Please. I'm yours. I'll do anything. Please let me come."

"Are you sure? Rubbing yourself like that against my fingers like some bitch?"

"Oh God yes. Any way. Please. Please Stephen let me come."

"Do it." I didn't expect you to allow me to. With my knees bent and apart I frantically rubbed myself in case you changed his mind. Naked in your office, frigging myself in front of you, my naughtiness pushing me further and further. It didn't take long, I was on the edge. I expected to be stopped or have you remove your hand.

"What are you?"

"Your... sub... miss... ive!" As I grunted the words I peaked and burst. Falling against you I tried to keep my noise down. I was aware of your clothes against my nipples as I convulsed.

You let me calm for a moment then led me across the room by a nipple. My thighs were embarrassingly slippery. I had no choice but to follow until I felt the cool back or arm of one of the sofas that I had seen earlier against my thighs. You pulled me around and I heard you sit on the leather. I was facing you.

"Open for me." I eased my legs apart until I felt my cunt open and presented to your satisfaction. My embarrassment was rising again. My breathing quickened and I knew I was still soaking wet as I remembered that someone could still walk in. I was still naked. I stood like that for a while. I think you were looking at me. I pushed forward a little and you laughed at the actions I thought you wouldn't detect. You called me a slut and pulled me over your knees.

I wanted you to slap my bottom. It would help. I wanted spanking. I needed it. I was surprised when you simply caressed my up-thrust cheeks, slowly arousing me. Your hand wandered between my legs and fondled my bare pubis and lips. You must have been getting such a view, bent over, legs spread and bottom and pussy open. I knew that my lips must be puffed out and swollen from my earlier orgasm. Your hands gently stroked my thighs and then came to rest with one on each buttock. Whilst your fingers held my cheeks apart your thumb teased around my bottom hole. I felt so embarrassed as you forced me to stay apart and suffer the tip of your thumb against my wide-open stretched anal ring. You had put your finger on me there at times when you fucked me but this felt like an examination. You released them and I felt your fingers in my liquids. You spread me again and teased my opening with your juice slicked fingers. I don't think I had ever been so embarrassed. I tried to clench my cheeks but you teased my rear opening, circling the centre slowly. I held my breath. A finger penetrated my bottom a fraction of an inch, then more, then more. You held it there. I let my held breath out suddenly and my body quivered.

You chuckled "You like that do you?" he asked. I wanted to say 'no' but didn't want to lie. Your fingers continued to play with me there. Teasing my anus, opening me, running around and around the outside, entering me just a little, then further. It left me. I dare not move. I was told to stay still. Your cool hand on my back, another momentarily opening my thighs, then at my sex before your thumb slid inside my anus a fraction. I was trembling really strongly. Your fingers cupped my bald flesh and then opened my cunt. An orgasm raced at me. Being impaled in both openings was too much.

"Stephen! Please? Can I?"

"No."

I fought desperately for control. Your fingers played with my clit, I was so wet. Your thumb felt so large. I almost screamed, I just knew I couldn't hold myself back as you used both holes. Suddenly, even though my body still jerked I realised you were not inside me. I was gasping for air and shaking in frustration. Lights flashed behind my blindfold, pulses of electricity threatened, I had to breathe carefully. You had me stand.

"What do you want?"

"To please you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

"What will you do?"

"Anything. Anything."

"See Louise, she is going to be good." I was stunned. I wanted to fall die! Instead my body convulsed in orgasm! As I began to get some control back over my stood silently flushing. My cunt throbbed. My body ached for you. She'd seen everything! She'd heard everything! Another convulsion rocked me as I stood blindfolded for both of you to see.

"Emma this is Louise, Louise, Emma." I couldn't see her. "Tell Louise your role in our relationship." Your voice, soft in the darkness. My covered eyes sought yours. "Tell her exactly." She had seen, heard, everything! No room for me to pretend that I didn't know. Not with a leather blindfold around my head and my body still spasming from orgasm. I could hardly hear as the pounding rose in my ears. My face burning. Minutes passed. I began to shake.

"I.... Umm."

"Yes?" Her voice, innocently encouraging. Everyone waited patiently, I felt eyes watching me.

"I... I... I am his... his submissive." I had said it! I had said it! It was out, the world outside 'us' knew. It made it seem more real. I was shaking all over, sweat trickled down my sides, my breasts rose up and down the inside of my suit. I sensed her move nearer. The outside of her fingers caressed my cheek.

" Are you a good little sub Emma?" Throatiness in her voice.

"I... I try to be." Female fingers stroked my neck. I desperately wanted to go to the toilet. I wanted to hide.

"You are very beautiful," Louise said, "and very brave. Stephen didn't do you justice when he described you to me." It wasn't possible that she found me attractive. I looked up and blindly smiled. I smiled in her direction in such gratitude.

"Do you feel slutty?" Louise asked. I blindly looked at the floor, over the heaving breasts I couldn't see. "Well? I asked you a question."

I nodded.

"Say it."

"Yes. Yes."

"What are you?"

"I'm a slut, Ma'am." Where did that come from? I had called my teachers that when I was young. The pounding in my ears was almost painful. It was so humiliating. I wallowed in it. I was so turned on by it. I was shaking.

"She does look very nice, Stephen. She certainly looks as though she has the potential. Lovely bulging fanny, mmm, looks rather wet and swollen. Having her shaved certainly adds to her appeal. Sometimes I don't see the point, but with that cunt it certainly displays her to her best. She orgasms well but a little too easily perhaps."

"She will learn with training."

In a daze I walked blindly as you led me across the room. My thighs were soaking. I felt you sit and I was brought over knees. Over Louise's knees! 'Yes. Yes.' I thought, 'this is what I need.' I knew you were there, watching. I knew what I was. I lay over your knees and pushed my bottom up for you, for her, parted my legs. I didn't want to feel as though I had anywhere to hide. I realised I had been whimpering for some time.

She smacked me. She did it over and over. I lost track of time. She could have been doing it hours or minutes. It hurt. It was wonderfully. I cried. I didn't know whether in pain or pleasure. I was thrusting up to her hand. I wanted to expose myself fully. She stopped. I wanted to cry out for her to continue. I hadn't come. Fingers invaded me. Louise's fingers! Almost all her hand! I came for her. I came for you. I was totally animal. I grunted and bucked on her lap as she fisted me in front of you.

"Thank Louise."

"Thank you, Ma'am." I could hardly breathe.

I was lifted, moved, now I was over the sofa arm. Your cock took me. I was yours again. My body was yours, my cunt and tits and arse was yours, my orgasms were yours. I tried in my stupor to make my body please. As you came me Louise kissed me. Her tongue played on my lips. I realised her kiss wasn't like a woman's kiss was. It was totally sexual. I felt powerless. Then she left. Louise left.

You bent over and kissed me. I loved you so much. I wanted you to want me so much, wanted you to want to command me. I cried softly in your arms until you told me to hush, asked if I was all right. I was if I was with you.

"Was I alright for you? I did what you wanted, didn't I?" I half whispered, half gasped into your neck. "Did I pass your test?"

"Yes. Yes." You laughed softly. You soothed me. "You passed, you pleased me a lot. I'm proud of you. Very proud of you. You're ready to accept now, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes. I'll be good. Really good. I'll do as I'm told. I did, didn't I? Didn't I Master?"

"Master?"

"Yes. I know now." You kissed me and removed my blindfold letting me see again.