I had not really paid attention to who was sitting in the new cubicle as much as I should have been. I had walked by every day for the last month in the busiest aisle we have in our building wondering who the poor souls would be that would have to sit there. What had previously been an aisle with an empty wall on either side had become a smaller aisle with a set of cubicles. It had taken months to go in but every day I walked by I thought, “I wonder if it is punishment to move in here.”
Of course as the CFO I had known for months that everyone would be moving but besides that I had no idea how the lucky winners would get to sit in the busiest aisle in the company.
This day I walked in a little late after a meeting in our other building and as I strolled by I noticed someone I saw around the building all the time was setting up in one of the new cubicles. I jokingly said, “So how did you get banished out here in no man’s land?”
I knew this woman was tall but I had never stood next to her. Standing in high heels she absolutely towered over me. She had black hair, light black skin, brown eyes and large red lips. I gathered that one of her parents was white, one was black and both were probably athletic and tall. She was heavier than an athletic woman should be but I also gathered this was from having a desk job. I didn’t know her name but having seen her around I had watched her put on weight since she had taken a job in collections.
As she towered over me she stepped towards me and put me in a position of feeling cornered. There was nothing behind me to keep me from backing up but I was leaning on her cubicle wall and a retreat at this point would have signaled to her that she was intimidating me. I held my ground and found myself uncomfortably close to her. Then she said, “I really should not work for women.”
I was somewhat relieved that she had not taken offense to my comment but I still felt intimidated by her height and her close proximity. I said, “Really? Why is that?”
She smiled and said, “I’m glad you asked Alan.”
I said, “I prefer to go by Mr. Saunders.”
She said, “Of course you do but its okay if I call you Alan isn’t it?”
She leaned towards me and as I looked up at this large woman I felt small and intimidated. I said, “Um sure, just please don’t call me that in front of the other employees.”
She said, “Of course not Alan. We’ll just make it our little secret. I think we’re going to be good friends after you fix who I work for.”
I said, “You work for Jean right? And she put you out here. Why did she do that?”
The woman stepped even closer to me so that I could almost taste what she had for breakfast. She was really making me feel small and I wasn’t accustomed to this at all. She said, “Because she was unhappy with the way Mike catered to me. He would have done anything for me.”
Mike had been over collections until Jean had replaced him. I knew she wanted me to ask her why or how or somehow inquire about this power she had over Mike. Corporate had quietly and quickly snatched him away for a promotion and a move to the east coast. The promotion was so fast that he had essentially had to abandon his position. I was obviously looking at someone who had lost her political stronghold and was even suffering the consequences. I asked anyway. I said, “Why did Mike cater to you?”
She took a step back and just as I was going to sigh a sigh of relief she said, “I can’t tell you here.”
She took my arm and almost forcibly dragged me to one of the rooms we use for interviewing new candidates. She closed the door and said, “I am so glad you asked. I have been looking for a replacement for Mike and I think you’re it.”
I started to protest her treatment and said, “Now see here miss. Your behavior in the workplace is highly irregular.”
She brought her hand up so quick that I thought she was going to strike me. I flinched and stopped speaking but she only put her finger to my lips to shush me. Then she leaned into me so that her hand was on the door. Except for her finger on my lips there was no body contact but I felt pinned if not physically then at least mentally. She said, “I have a way of making a man feel small and inferior. I think part of it is my height, I think part of it is my personality but most of all I think it is my eyes.”
I said, “Look miss, I don’t see what this has to do with where you sit.”
As I said this she put her long fingernail under my chin, brought my head up so that my eyes were looking at her eyes and she said, “No Alan you look. Look into my eyes. My eyes Alan, you think it is my eyes too don’t you?”
I looked into her eyes and saw nothing unusual about them. I said, “I don’t think it’s your eyes.”
She said, “Then what is it about me that makes you want to submit to me. Tell me what it is that makes it so hard to resist me? Tell me what special trait I have that makes you want to hire me and treat me the way Mike treated me? If it is not my eyes then what makes you so submissive towards me?”
I cannot explain what I was feeling but as she spoke I felt what she was saying. I did not realize how much I wanted to submit to her until she asked me what it was that made me feel that way. I didn’t realize she was so hard to resist until she asked me. I felt confused but also felt very clear of thought. I knew I wanted to hire her, to steal her away from Mike’s replacement but I had no idea why.
I said, “I don’t know what it is that makes me feel that way.”
As soon as I said it I wished I hadn’t because I had just admitted to feeling submissive towards her. I was the CFO for heaven’s sake! I was the second highest person in our entire west coast operations and I had allowed myself to admit to being submissive towards this dominant woman.
This time she bent down so that her face was the same height as mine. Her lips were only inches from mine and I thought she was going to kiss me for a moment but she spoke instead. She said, “I guess it doesn’t matter. It is just when a man starts to fall under my power I like to know what it is about me that makes him wish to serve me. I know it is something that has no effect on women because you never would have put me on a busy aisle like Jean did would you Alan?”
I thought, “No way. I would have you right next to me. There is something about you that makes me want you near me. But all I said was, “Of course not. I would have you seated right next to me.”
She said, “How sweet. That is just where Mike had me seated. But Mike was married so I could never do this.”
She took her incredibly soft watermelon sized lips and smothered me with a mind numbing kiss that sent shivers up and down my entire body. She pulled her lips from mine and left me standing still frozen in a kissing puckered position. Then she said, “Mike was just my boss but you will be so much more to me Alan. Now I want you to open your eyes and gaze into my big soft brown eyes. It is time for you to fully submit to me.”
I opened my eyes, gazed into hers and waited for her to take me wherever it was we were going. Then I said, “But I do not even know your name.”
Again she did not answer me and said, “My eyes Alan, you will look into my eyes and relax for me.”
I thought this was so surreal. Was this woman trying to hypnotize me in the middle of the day in an interview room? I started to say something but as soon as I opened my mouth she kissed me again. This kiss seemed more magical than the first and when she was done I just smiled a dreamy smile and then allowed her to guide my face to her face. I was now looking into her eyes.
She said, “That’s better. I want you to look deep into my spell binding eyes Alan and as you do you can feel your mind coming to a stop. My eyes make you feel so sleepy. My voice makes you feel so sleepy. My presence, my powerful dominant presence, makes you so submissive. Just gaze deep into my eyes, take a deep breath, exhale and relax even more for me.”
My head was spinning and as I looked into her eyes I realized I had been wrong. It was her eyes that made me want to submit. I felt as if I was falling into them. I took my deep breath and as I exhaled I said, “Are you trying to hypnotize me?”
She said, “Yes Alan, and I am succeeding. You don’t want to resist anyways do you Alan? You felt my dominant nature when I first stood up and have desired submission to me since then. Now just relax and feel how drowsy you are becoming. Feel how sleepy my voice makes you. Feel how heavy your muscles are becoming and how heavy your eyes are becoming. Sleep for me and submit to me. Sleep Alan, let those heavy eyes close and sleep.”
I felt my eyes flutter open and closed a few times and then they just stayed closed. I felt so peaceful, so wonderfully relaxed that I didn’t ever want to wake up. She said, “Hmm. You delicious little man, I am going to have so much fun with you. When I grabbed your arm and dragged you into this room I figured I would either have a new slave or I would be unemployed. What do I have Alan?”
I submissively replied, “You have a new slave.”
She said, “You have wanted to know my name since I began to capture you so now I will tell you. My name is Marcy but you will refer to me as mistress when we are alone. What will you refer to me as?”
I said, “As mistress.”
Marcy said, “Good slave. It feels so good to submit to me. It feels so natural to submit to me. Now tell me slave, did you like kissing me?”
I said, “Yes mistress, I had never been kissed like that before.”
Marcy said, “I knew you liked it. Now tell me slave, what position can you offer me in your department that will give me unlimited access to my slave?”
I said, “My administrative assistant has unlimited access to me but the pay is terrible.”
Marcy said, “You are the high paid executive. Tell me what you can do for me.”
My mind seemed to work like a well oiled machine. The usual noise and clutter of the day was gone and my only task was to come up with an idea of what I could do for my mistress. Then it hit me. I said, “I make enough so you never have to work again. If you want to work I can get you any position you want but you do not need to work. I will make sure you live a very comfortable life.”
Marcy said, “An interesting proposal. I had been so focused on putting you under my control to better my professional life that I hadn’t even thought of my personal life. I could move in with you, have my name put on all your accounts and become the sole decision maker with all your money and assets.”
I realized what she was saying and it terrified me. I had only just learned her name and now we were discussing putting everything I own in her control. Then she said, “And that makes you very happy because it shows me how submissive you are.”
I suddenly felt very happy and said, “Yes mistress, that makes me very happy.”
Marcy said, “Then it’s settled. I will move into my new home, take over my bank accounts and you will be my full time slave. My lips will bring you great pleasure and anytime I kiss you it will only make you happier that you chose a life of serving me. At work you are the CFO, the big time executive who makes all the decisions but at home you are my slave and will not do anything without my permission. Is that clear slave?”
I said, “Yes mistress.”
Marcy said, “Good slave, then it is time to wake up. I will kiss you and my kiss will cause you to awaken from your trance and to fall deeply in love with me. I trust I will not need to give two weeks notice to quit this crappy job.”
Marcy’s lips were upon my lips and this kiss was the most magical of all. I didn’t want it to stop but I knew I had to go back to work. When the kiss ended I knew I there would never be another woman for me again. Even if Marcy decided not to keep me I knew I could serve no other woman. She smiled at me and said, “I love the way you melt from my kisses.”
She held out her hand and said, “I’ll take the keys to the house. I am going to start moving some of my stuff over. I’ll see you when you get home.”
Marcy left with my keys and the rest of the day I sat in my office dreaming of the moment I would get to go home and begin serving my mistress. I have felt this way every day ever since we met and I hope this feeling never goes away.