his cock really be that huge that I could see it through the drape of his dress pants?
“Mindy” The sound stunned me and I soon realized I had been staring directly at the object of my desire in so many fantasies. I snapped up to look him in the eye and extended my hand to shake his. My fingers were met with nothing but air. Keselman had stopped just out of reach and was staring intensely at me with his deep blue eyes. Unsure of what to do I began to walk towards him hand outstretched for introductions.
“Stop.” His command startled me and the butterflies in my stomach now fluttered with anticipation.
“Sir, I don’t…”
“Just stand there and let me have a look at you.” I could feel my heart pounding as he looked me up and down.
“Joe Moore thinks pretty highly of you.” My knees were starting to feel as if they could buckle at any moment. What was he doing? Was this some sort of test. As he stared at me I could feel my skin beginning to flush.
“Now turn around slowly.” I did as he commanded. I felt completely powerless to voice. I slowly turned in place being careful to keep my balance. Was I dreaming this whole scene. The entire experience felt too surreal.
“Stop.” he ordered me softly. I had turned exactly one hundred eighty degrees and was facing away from him. Silence consumed the room and I began to shift uncomfortably waiting for his next instruction.
“So Mindy, I am looking for looking for somebody to fill a position. This position will require complete commitment. I would require you to completely submit to my needs and my demands. Is this something that you feel you can do?”
“I think so” I said breathlessly as I still stood facing away from him staring out the wall of windows.
“Well that is just not going to cut it Mindy. This is an all or nothing position. I need to know that I can rely on you completely. So I ask you again, can you submit to me?”
What was he asking? Was I misreading his intentions? Was this all some sort of psychological test to be able to join his world of power brokers or did he want something more? Did the influence of my fantasies cloud my judgement? Either way I wanted to submit to this man. Whatever sacrifices he needed me to make I wanted to be with him. I wanted to stare at his beautifully chiseled body. I wanted to feel his power.
“Yes Mr. Keselman I can submit to you”
“Good. I think Moore was right about you. I believe you are going to fit in well here. The job is yours for now. Just remember your commitment to me. When I ask something from you I expect your absolute compliance. Now go home and rest. Tomorrow I want you here at midnight to begin your training.”
“Midnight?”
“That’s right I want you here at twelve o’clock sharp. Is that going to be a problem?”
“No Mr. Keselman that will be fine.”
“We will be entertaining some clients so dress nicely.”
“Yes sir, I will see you tomorrow”
I turned towards the door and retreated from the office still feeling dizzy and confused. What had just happened and what kind of “submission” was he expecting from me. As I walked down the hallway towards the exit I noticed for the first time that my nipples were hard and my underwear was wet. Oh God, had he noticed. Flustered I did the best I could to adjust my top so that no one would see my excitement.
Upon arriving at home I was greeted with probing questions from my parents. “How did it go?” “Did you get the job?” I gave them a quick highly edited synopsis of our meeting. I told them that I had been offered the job but was very tired and really needed to get some sleep. Darting upstairs to my room I was welcomed with the thought that hopefully this would not be my room for too much longer. I think my parents were as excited to get rid of me as I was for
“Mindy” The sound stunned me and I soon realized I had been staring directly at the object of my desire in so many fantasies. I snapped up to look him in the eye and extended my hand to shake his. My fingers were met with nothing but air. Keselman had stopped just out of reach and was staring intensely at me with his deep blue eyes. Unsure of what to do I began to walk towards him hand outstretched for introductions.
“Stop.” His command startled me and the butterflies in my stomach now fluttered with anticipation.
“Sir, I don’t…”
“Just stand there and let me have a look at you.” I could feel my heart pounding as he looked me up and down.
“Joe Moore thinks pretty highly of you.” My knees were starting to feel as if they could buckle at any moment. What was he doing? Was this some sort of test. As he stared at me I could feel my skin beginning to flush.
“Now turn around slowly.” I did as he commanded. I felt completely powerless to voice. I slowly turned in place being careful to keep my balance. Was I dreaming this whole scene. The entire experience felt too surreal.
“Stop.” he ordered me softly. I had turned exactly one hundred eighty degrees and was facing away from him. Silence consumed the room and I began to shift uncomfortably waiting for his next instruction.
“So Mindy, I am looking for looking for somebody to fill a position. This position will require complete commitment. I would require you to completely submit to my needs and my demands. Is this something that you feel you can do?”
“I think so” I said breathlessly as I still stood facing away from him staring out the wall of windows.
“Well that is just not going to cut it Mindy. This is an all or nothing position. I need to know that I can rely on you completely. So I ask you again, can you submit to me?”
What was he asking? Was I misreading his intentions? Was this all some sort of psychological test to be able to join his world of power brokers or did he want something more? Did the influence of my fantasies cloud my judgement? Either way I wanted to submit to this man. Whatever sacrifices he needed me to make I wanted to be with him. I wanted to stare at his beautifully chiseled body. I wanted to feel his power.
“Yes Mr. Keselman I can submit to you”
“Good. I think Moore was right about you. I believe you are going to fit in well here. The job is yours for now. Just remember your commitment to me. When I ask something from you I expect your absolute compliance. Now go home and rest. Tomorrow I want you here at midnight to begin your training.”
“Midnight?”
“That’s right I want you here at twelve o’clock sharp. Is that going to be a problem?”
“No Mr. Keselman that will be fine.”
“We will be entertaining some clients so dress nicely.”
“Yes sir, I will see you tomorrow”
I turned towards the door and retreated from the office still feeling dizzy and confused. What had just happened and what kind of “submission” was he expecting from me. As I walked down the hallway towards the exit I noticed for the first time that my nipples were hard and my underwear was wet. Oh God, had he noticed. Flustered I did the best I could to adjust my top so that no one would see my excitement.
Upon arriving at home I was greeted with probing questions from my parents. “How did it go?” “Did you get the job?” I gave them a quick highly edited synopsis of our meeting. I told them that I had been offered the job but was very tired and really needed to get some sleep. Darting upstairs to my room I was welcomed with the thought that hopefully this would not be my room for too much longer. I think my parents were as excited to get rid of me as I was for
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