I sat in the room with 19 other top recruits for one of the top agencies in the world and definitely top one in the U.S. It was an honor and privilege to be sitting in the same room with the other 19 but even more impressive were the 20 mentors seated across from us and behind the table. The speaker said, “Each of you has been assigned a mentor that you will work very closely with for the first year of your career. I suggest you live and breathe what they teach you.”
Although we had no idea yet who our mentors were it seemed each person in the room was smiling at one of the recruits. None of us were new to the business and each had a respectable resume before we were picked up by this agency so I felt a mix of emotions when they announced I should live and breathe what they taught me. Still, I had no intention of rocking the boat so I scanned to see who of the 20 mentors was smiling at me.
As I scanned the executive mentors the woman seated next to me leaned over and said, “Look at that scary looking exec in the pin-striped suit. I feel sorry for the person who gets her.”
My heart sank as I realized the scary looking woman was looking directly at me without a hint of emotion or pleasantness displayed on her face. After the speaker gave a brief introduction of each executive I learned that the woman staring at me was the regional vice president of new advertisements. I also knew that a woman with her title worked in our agency and was somewhat of a man hater. I thought for sure that she was just looking in my direction and that she had picked a woman to mentor.
The speaker finished the introductions and said, “Start class of 2006, I present you to your mentors.”
Each mentor got up and warmly greeted their new hire and as each greeting took place I was painfully aware that no one had greeted me yet. I looked up and saw Carol Burt making her way towards me without any warmness in her persona. My heart sank further as she came over and said, “I guess I got you. Grab your stuff and let’s go back to my office.”
I grabbed my stuff and said, “I am really excited to be working with you. I have heard so much about you.”
We got onto the elevator and as the doors closed she said, “Yes, I’m sure you have. I bet you heard that I am a man hater. And lets get one thing straight right now. We are not working together. You are not working with me. You are working for me. I will train you and you will be trained. Hopefully some of my expertise, knowledge and know-how will rub off on you.”
The air in the elevator was suddenly so uncomfortable that I wished to leap out the escape hatch on the top. Trying desperately to cut the tension and the unpleasantness I said, “And who knows. Maybe we will even become friends.”
She looked at me with a stone cold look of disapproval and said, “I would not count on it.”
We went over her responsibilities and she walked me through what she did to rise up to her position in what amounted to a short period of time. I went home at the end of the day excited to learn from her but bummed out that I had drawn the only unfriendly executive in the company.
The next day I went to work and she was wearing another business suit but this time I swore there was nothing on underneath. I could see her breasts through the opening that is created from the two lapels not meeting up perfectly. She had me sit next to her so she could show me some of the reports she reviews when she comes in each morning. Her perfume was different and I found myself becoming aroused. I began stealing glances down her top and while I hated her as a person I quickly realized I was attracted to her. I honestly believe it was half physical and half mental. Her position of power and specifically power over my life somehow increased her attractiveness.
It was about 10 AM when she looked at me and said, “How about a cup of coffee?”
Believing that she was asking me if I wanted a cup of coffee I said, “Oh no thank you. Coffee gives me a headache.”
She laughed. A hint of emotion that I had longed for since we met but I had no idea why she was laughing. Then she said, “I was not asking you if you wanted coffee. I want you to get me a cup of coffee. Two sugars and one cream. Go.”
I had been a high paid executive before I came to this agency and having to get her coffee for her was demoralizing and degrading. I came back with her coffee and handed it to her. She looked down and said, “Ooh you stirred it.”
I got nervous and said, “Yes, I’m sorry. Did you want to stir it yourself?”
She looked at me and said, “No. I wanted you to know your place and get my coffee but I wanted you to take some initiative and stir it without being told. I do not like ass kissers but I do like a man who knows his place.”
Carol unbuttoned a top on her business coat verifying what I had suspected all along. She was not wearing a shirt and as far as I could tell she was not wearing a bra either. My eyes went to her breasts as she undid the button and when she caught me looking she said, “Did I give you permission to look at me David?”
I said, “No ma’am. I apologize. I was just.”
She cut me off and said, “You were just checking me out weren’t you? Let me ask you something. Are you an ass kisser? Do you pucker up for upper management? Are you going to be my business partner or my bitch?”
I was caught off guard by the barrage of loaded questions and angrily fired back, “I do what it takes to succeed but I’m not an ass kisser.”
She suddenly stood up, pulled down her pants and said, “Yes you are. Now sit down in my chair and kiss my ass. Kiss it and let me know that you will be my bitch for the next year.”
There was something ridiculous in seeing this powerful woman standing before me with her pants down. But the look on her face said that this whole discussion and confrontation had been planned and that she was clearly expecting me to do as she had ordered. I looked at her breast pushing up against her suit and saw that they were practically falling out. I looked at her muscular shapely ass and said, “Oh what the heck. HR would never believe me so I better just pucker up.”
I took a seat in her chair and she backed her ass up to me. I kissed it and said, “I will be your bitch for the next year.”
I looked around waiting for someone to burst in and yell, “You’re on candid camera” or “You just got punked” but nothing of the sort happened.
Instead she turned around and said, “That’s better. I think I definitely have a place for you in my organization. A man that obeys is a man that stays.”
She removed the coat and her beautiful D cup sized breasts fell forward into my face. She reached her hands around to the back of my head and pulled my face into her cleavage. She said, “Repeat that for me David.”
I said, “A man that obeys is a man that stays.”
Carol said, “Hmm. I might just have a place for you between my legs too. So you agree to obey me. Right?”
I said, “Yes Carol, I agree.”
She said, “I had a feeling you would say that. I want you to focus your eyes on my breasts. Do not look away.”
Carol began to sway her body back and forth and her breasts swayed even more in each direction. Then she said, “Have you ever seen a cobra move back and forth before it kills its prey? You are the prey and I am the cobra. Just focus on my breasts swinging back and forth and feel your body sinking into my soft plush chair. Relax for me and listen to my words wash over your submissive and sleepy mind.”
It occurred to me that she might be trying to hypnotize me but my fear of pissing her off kept me from saying anything. And to be honest I was extremely aroused watching her breasts swaying in front of my eyes so I did not see a lot of reason for putting up a fight. I had already committed to being her bitch for the next year anyway so I went with it.
Carol swayed to and fro and said, “Your eyes are beginning to feel heavy, so very heavy as they struggle to watch my breasts go back and forth, back and forth. You are becoming so relaxed and comfortable letting my words wash over your thoughts. My breasts, my voice, my mesmerizing sway all compel you to sleep, sleep.”
The next thing I was aware of was Carol’s voice coming through a fog in my brain as she said, “Eight, more and more aware. Nine, eyes open. Ten, fully awake, alert and ready to submit. How do you feel slave?”
I looked at Carol and she suddenly seemed like the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. The hard uncaring look still adorned her face but I no longer cared. I said, “I feel so submissive. There isn’t anything I would not do for you.”
She smiled and said, “Good boy. Then I will allow you to sign your letter of resignation so you can begin your life as my house boy and personal slave.”
I took the pen and looked down at the piece of paper. I had been with the company a little over a day after having left one of the biggest agencies in the state and now I was signing my letter of resignation. I looked at her and said, “Do I really have to sign this?”
Carol sat on the desk, spread her legs and said, “I’m not wearing any underwear. Be a good slave and lick my pussy while I explain to you why you have to sign the letter.”
I fell to my knees as I said, “Yes mistress, as you wish.”
She laughed and said, “I own you. I can do anything to you or with you that I want. Lick me baby. Lick me and make it feel good.”
I kissed and licked her pussy and as I did she said, “Men have no place in this company. I have been ridding this company of men for years. But alas, I need a man in my bed from time to time but I do not trust men. That was when I decided to hypnotize and enslave the most promising young executive. Not only do I remove you from the list of men but I gain a companion and helpmate. In other words, the rumors you heard about me are true. You are nothing more than a piece of meat to me but you will find that you enjoy being my piece of meat. Won’t you?”
I pulled my face away from her dripping pussy and said, “Yes mistress, I will enjoy it.”
She said, “Enough talk slave! Get your tongue back where it belongs.”
I finished licking her pussy and when I stood up she handed me the pen. She smiled at me again and said, “So now that you know your place what must you do?”
I took the pen, leaned over on her desk and signed the letter. As I did I said, “I must obey and sign the letter.”
She said, “Yes slave. A slave that obeys is a slave that stays. Only you will not be staying at this agency. Your place in life is at my home. You are nothing but a pussy licking house cleaning bitch that I own and control. What do you think of that?”
I fell to my knees, bent over and began to kiss her feet. As I did I said, “Thank you for choosing me mistress. I am not worthy. I do not deserve you but I will try and keep you happy.”
Carol said, “You will not try. You will do. Now kiss my bare ass again and then lick my pussy before I take you home for more training.”
Since I was already on my knees I stayed there. She stepped away from me and said, “Walk to me on your knees. My control over you has no end.”
I crawled on my knees and said, “Yes mistress, your control has no end.”
As I kissed her ass she waved my letter of resignation in my face and laughed. My last day at the agency and my first day as her slave commenced. I have never worked another day in my life except to serve and please my mistress. And as she predicted I have never been happier.