Yes, Darling
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Chapter 1
"What about Dom?" the group around the table joked, with the exception of Jenny.
"Dominic?" she asked with her eyebrows furrowed. "No way!" she responded firmly.
The ladies in the accounting department had gone out for drinks after work and it was well past 7 pm. Under the influence of alcohol, they started discussing the good-looking guys in the office they were attracted to. Their husbands and partners likely wouldn't have been too thrilled with their conversations, as Ingrid even confessed to having cheated on her husband with the attractive sales director, Jacob.
"When the opportunity arises, you can't say no," Ingrid justified herself. "I would do it again, too. His tongue is a present for women," she added almost proudly. "I still love my husband and I'll never leave him, but Jacob is a sporadic pleasurable indulgence. I enjoy being bent over his desk as he takes me," her confession provoked gasps from the others.
Another girl disclosed that she was bisexual and had a major crush on their manager, Samantha.
"On that ice queen?" the others gasped in disbelief.
"She's attractive and has what looks like a slender, sexy body!" the girl responded defensively.
"I wouldn't go there. I doubt she feels anything," they said, followed by harsh laughter.
When they suggested that Jenny should date their colleague, Dominic Howard, she refused emphatically.
"What's wrong with him?" they questioned Jenny.
"He's too shy, reserved, and plain," she groaned as she rolled her eyes. "He spends all his time at work. He's oblivious that bitch Samantha is using him."
One of the girls' phones rang, interrupting the conversation. She hurried to respond to her angry husband and apologized to the group before leaving the bar and taking care of her share of the bill.
"I want that. A man who stands up for himself," Jenny asserted, using their colleague as her example.
By the end of the night, most of the group had gone home.
The next day, Jenny went to work, battling with a migraine and a severe hangover. She couldn't be bothered to dress up, appreciating the casual dress-down Friday. The other girls looked equally as hungover and unproductive. Some girls asked the others to keep any inebriated confessions to themselves, promising to keep silent.
At home, Jenny prepared a simple dinner before going to bed, her brain whirling from the previous night.
Next day, while at the office, Jenny sadly arrived, still morning-sick with a hangover. She was desperate to go home and spend the night alone in her small flat, binge-watching romantic comedies. She wondered if she would drink again.
She climbed on a bus to get home, but upon arriving, she realized she had left her phone and keys at work. Her heart sank as she turned around to retrace her steps to the bus stop.
Upon reentering the dimly lit office, Jenny retrieved her phone from her drawer when she heard a man's voice moan, "F*ck!" in ecstasy from Samantha's office.
Jenny watched in complete shock and astonishment from the shadows. She could see her co-worker, Dominic, topless with his back to her. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Finally, Dominic instructed Samantha, "Stand up." Jenny covered her mouth with her hand in shock when she saw Samantha stand from her desk.
"You're improving, but you could be better," Dominic told his boss rudely.
"Thank you, my love," Samantha conceded, her usual stiff demeanour mysteriously absent.
"Kiss me!" Dominic demanded, and Samantha grabbed his head to give him a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. She did so while looking directly at Jenny. Was there a way Samantha could see her?
When they parted, Dominic asked his older boss, "Are you ready for me?"
"Yes, my love," Samantha answered obediently, bending over her desk for Dominic.
Dominic lifted Samantha's skirt, roughly pulling her underwear down. Samantha seemed to slip out of them before she widened her legs. She appeared to gaze directly at Jenny as a mischievous grin formed on her lips, waiting for Dominic to line himself up. He drove his dick forcefully into Samantha, making her moan loudly.
Jenny knew she should leave but remained rooted to the spot, unable to take her eyes off the scene. Her body was turning red with arousal, and her panties were starting to feel damp.
Samantha's subordinate stayed motionless, embedded within her. She panted in frustration and shoved into Dominic.
"Please!" she squeaked. "Please, Dominic!"
Her squeaking was rewarded with a swift slap across her buttocks. She emitted a small yelp from the painful sting before a look of bliss appeared on her face.
"What did I tell you to call me?" Dominic demanded angrily.
"Honey," Samantha answered so quietly it was almost a whisper.
"Good, now request what you want. I want to hear you beg."
"Please, Honey! Please fuck me, Honey! I'm begging you, Honey, please fuck me!" Samantha was nearly crying with frustration.
Dominic firmly seized Samantha's hips as she was bent over her desk. He started thrusting into Samantha's boss with slow, short movements. Jenny stared, mesmerized; her eyes locked with Samantha's as her supervisor's body jerked on the desk.
Jenny watched as a look of ecstasy spread across Samantha's face as an orgasm washed over her. Then she convulsed again before another one hit her, and again until Dominic thrust hard into Samantha, emitting a feral growl as he came within her.
As Samantha slumped across her desk, the spell Dominic and Samantha cast over Jenny was broken. Awareness returned as Jenny burst out of the office.
Jenny was flooded with desire as she boarded the bus en route to her home. Her panties felt soaked. She could not get the image of Dominic and Samantha out of her head. The journey seemed interminable.
She almost sprinted out of the bus stop when she exited the bus and headed straight for her bedroom, discarding her clothes on the way. She flopped naked onto her bed before retrieving her vibrator from her bedside table and pressing it to her clitoris. The orgasm that hit when it happened shook her to her very core and felt more like a relief than pleasure. She had never been so aroused. What was it about the dominance and submission between Dominic and Samantha that turned her on so much?
Chapter 2
As Jenny entered the office on the following Monday, she had no idea how to talk to Samantha and Dominic again. Their interactions seemed so different to her now. Samantha, the cold and authoritative boss, was now so submissive and eager to please. Dominic, formerly shy and retiring, appeared powerful, strong, and attractive. Jenny shook her head to clear her mind.
"Are you doing well?" a voice asked her.
Jenny looked around, surprised to see it was Sara asking.
"Yes!" Jenny responded quickly. "Yes," she added more calmly.
"Alright, well, I'm going to get some coffee. Do you want yours?"
"Yes, thank you," Jenny answered, feeling less tense.
Sara seemed to scrutinize Jenny as she walked away.
Jenny's gaze ran to Samantha, who was approaching Dominic. She held her breath, fearful of what they were discussing. Would Samantha call him "Honey"? Would Dominic be as commanding with her as he had been on Friday? Why were her panties getting wet just thinking about it?
A sense of disappointment washed over Jenny when Samantha casually threw some papers onto Dominic's desk and spoke to him in a harsh tone, making him bow his head submissively before turning around and returning to her office. As she did so, Samantha looked down at Jenny. Jenny averted her eyes from Samantha in panic, looking back at her computer.
Gwen said something from in front of Jenny.
"What?" Jenny stammered, panting.
"I said, what a bitch," Gwen repeated angrily. "I don't know why Dominic puts up with it. I'd be gone so long ago. I have no idea why Samantha hates him. Are you okay? You seem a bit out of it."
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Jenny smiled uncertainly. [
The truth was Jenny didn't feel great. She felt hot, flushed, and flustered. She walked to the bathroom to splash water on her face to cool down. She knew the characteristic soreness; aware that she was alone, she hesitantly entered the stall.
Jenny hastily removed her stockings and underwear while seated on the toilet. Her panties were soaked, and she wondered what had caused her to become so aroused. What had she seen at Samantha's office that left her in a constant state of arousal whenever she thought about it? Her hand moved down to her pussy unconsciously. It felt swollen and sensitive. Shocked by her actions, she covered her mouth to muffle her gasp as she touched it. She began moving in circles on her engorged clitoris, completely unaware of her surrounding. Her eyes closed and she quickly had an orgasm.
She opened her eyes when her orgasm subsided, feeling disconcerted. Every time she masturbated, thinking of Samantha and Dominic, her orgasms were very intense and happened rapidly. While she was no stranger to orgasms, these were unlike any she'd felt before - lacking in pleasure but instead providing relief. It was as if her body craved it rather than her enjoying it. This frightened Jenny because it wasn't Samantha kneeling at the desk, but her.
She cleaned up and rushed out of the bathroom. Samantha was straightening her hair in front of the mirror.
"Jenny," Samantha greeted Jenny as usual, aloof as always.
"Hey, Samantha." Jenny replied, attempting to smile. As she washed her hands, she prayed Samantha had not seen her in the bathroom.
"Jenny, did you eat something this weekend that didn't agree with you?" Sara asked, concerned.
"No, it's fine. I think whatever problem I had has passed."
"Make sure it does, you should go home if you're still not feeling well," Sara suggested.
"I'm fine. It's just a passing problem." Jenny insisted, hoping no one noticed the blush on her cheeks.
Chapter 3
By Friday, Jenny felt she had moved past the traumatic events of the previous week.
In the morning, Samantha stormed in and roughly placed a large document down on Jenny's desk. Her face was filled with anger and contempt. "This is unacceptable!" she shouted. "There are too many errors. I need you to fix this before you go home tonight!"
"But it will take me all night to complete," Jenny argued.
"Lucky for you, Dominic is willing to help or else both our free time will be wasted due to your incompetence."
"I'm sorry." Jenny mumbled, feeling disgraced after her public reprimand.
"Sorry's not enough!" Samantha snapped before leaving, leaving Jenny mortified and embarrassed, surrounded by coworkers gaping at her.
"Jenny, don't let her get to you," Sara encouraged, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "She was out of line."
"Samantha really hates her." Gwen commented, sharing her own dislike for the boss.
Jenny sighed and prepared to work through the night to correct all the errors on Samantha's document. The sun set and the sky turned dark; finally, Jenny completed her work and approached Samantha's office. She knocked on the door timidly.
"Samantha, I've re-done the entire document," she said softly.
"Give me the work," Samantha instructed gruffly. Jenny timidly handed the work to her. Samantha began re-checking Jenny's work, then said with smug satisfaction, "Did you enjoy watching us?"
"I don't understand," Jenny questioned.
Jennifer chuckled mockingly as she saw Jenny turn bright red with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Jenny replied, feeling terrible that Samantha had confirmed her suspicions that she had been caught watching.
"It's fine, I actually found it rather arousing. Okay, I think that's everything sorted out," Samantha said cheerfully. "There were only a couple of errors to begin with."
"Two errors?" Jenny exclaimed, feeling her anger simmer. "You made me do the entire thing over again because of just two mistakes!"
"Of course, Samantha replied without remorse. "It was a great excuse for you to work late."
"Us," Jenny inquired nervously. A chill went down her spine as she realized Samantha had manipulated her and replaced her anger.
"Yes, Samantha answered. "You know, Dominic and I." She glanced over Jenny's shoulder, and Jenny turned around to see Dominic. He smiled at her and took off his glasses. His eyes were a deep, captivating green that Jennifer lost herself in. She didn't notice them before. Instead of the nerdy and timid man he usually was, he appeared taller and more muscular. Confident and powerful. Jennifer's panties became damp again, and her breathing became heavier as she felt her arousal rise.
"When I told Dominic you'd been watching, he asked me if I minded if you joined us. I thought it was a brilliant idea," Samantha's voice took on a lustful tone. "I wasn't sure if you'd be interested until you started masturbating in the bathroom. You must have enjoyed watching us as much as I enjoyed you watching," Jennifer felt she would die from embarrassment, knowing her boss had known her secret since the beginning.
"Is this why you keep asking Dominic to work late?"
"Yes, why else?"
"But the way you talk to him in the office-" Jennifer began.
"It's all an act," Samantha interjected. "I've been banging the same piece of paper on his desk for a long time. I've done it so many times now that I can't remember what's real and what's not."
"But why?"
"So no one would suspect anything," she said condescendingly. "I have a submissive fetish. I need to be dominated by a man. I mean, I need a man to order me and control me to turn me on. You would be surprised how difficult it is to find a man who can do that. They have to mean it, ready to take me however they want me, to make me want to obey." Jennifer realized that Samantha was more turned on as she spoke. She no longer looked at her but at Dominic. "There are websites dedicated to this type of fetish, and when I found out Dominic was looking for a submissive, I was amazed. I've found my perfect dom."
"Dom?"
"Dominant. I am Dominic's submissive. Every time we stay late, I surrender my body, mind, and soul to him. It's thrilling," Jennifer realized Samantha was heating up and getting more lustful.
Dominic approached Jennifer. Her heart pounded. She wanted to run, yet her body yearned to stay.
"As Samantha explained," Dominic said softly, "Dominic and I have an agreement to satisfy each other's sexual needs," Jennifer felt tiny and defenceless as Dominic loomed over her. She felt safe in his presence due to his kind smile, causing her to be torn between fear and desire.
"Why don't you kiss me?" Dominic asked. Jennifer felt powerless to decline. The sexual tension was too much. She stepped toward him and gently kissed him. "Good," he replied, smiling. Jennifer felt light-headed and her heart raced. "Would you like me to kiss you again?"
"Yes, Dominic," Jennifer answered shakily. Dominic leaned in and kissed her. His lips were gentle but there was an unoften strength in the kiss, which Jennifer found comforting.
"Whenever I ask you a question or tell you to do something, I want you to refer to me as darling."
"Yes, Darling," Jennifer stammered. She felt like she was on the brink of losing control and surrendering to Dominic's control.
"Would you like me to kiss you once more?"
"Yes, Darling."
Her kiss left Jenny yearning for more, craving a taste of passion that could only be given by him.
When he stopped, Jennifer faced a heart-wrenching void. If only he'd kiss her again...
"You know, even as the dominant partner, I expect you to make choices which are submissive. However, the fulfillment of your happiness rests on my shoulders. It's my duty. If you ever feel the need to refuse, considering me your dominant will mean that I'm at fault. As a demonstration of my devotion, would you willingly conform to my demands? In return, I'll be committed to you, willing to sacrifice whatever it takes. That being said, you can quit any time, breaking up will carry no negative consequence. Want to learn what my devotion entails?"
"Yes, darling," Jenny found it easier to address him as her darling.
"Today I only desire to share my offer with you. No commitment is required. What would you say? Would you like to sample what I have to offer you for your surrendered submission?"
Jenny gazed at Dominic, mesmerized by his power. He was her entire world! "Yes, darling."
"Do you consent letting me gauge your potential as a submissive by...? Oh, never mind. Stop here."
"Yes, Darling," Jenny followed orders.
"Take your clothes off," he instructed. Jennifer began to undress upon his command. "Enough."
"Yes, Darling."
"Jenny, move to the desk, facing Samantha, with open legs."
"Yes, darling."
"Would Samantha, her roommate, pleasure you? Is a birthday gift I'm willing to give."
"Darling, I'm hesitant. I've never done that before. This choice is meaningful to me," Jenny confessed.
"Your consent is important. I won't force you. It holds no reliance here. But if you choose to obey, you'll find pleasure in being dominated."
"Since you've already checked my seriousness in speaking,” she said before quickly throwing in "Yes, darling."
Dominic's tender touch consoled her, "It's normal to feel apprehensive when facing new experiences. I'm here with you, you needn't worry."
"Darling, I long to feel your pleasure."
"You may retain the right to say no but the supervision of this activity entails your agreement."
"Yes, darling."
"Samantha, how about kissing Jenny? It's my gift to you."
Compliant, Samantha knelt, pulled Jenny's underwear aside, and teased her clitoris with her tongue. It was a new experience for Jennifer like she'd never felt before.
"Jenny, do you think she's releasing sexually delectable juices?"
"Oh, darling, yes!" she cried out from Samantha's sweet touch.
"Samantha, are you enhancing Jenny's experience?"
"Honey, yes, so much," the involved roommate responded.
"All right, Samantha. Progress now to the next step," said Dominic.
Jennifer hesitated as Samantha stopped. Confused, Dominic asked, "Have we reached the point you're ready?"
"Yes, Honey," Samantha agreed.
Dominic circled in front of her. Stripped down to his underwear revealed his chiseled body. A hub of masculine athleticism, all characteristics of the Dominic she'd seen at work were attributed to his upper half.
Dominic removed his boxers, revealing his pulsating penis, releasing a wave of desire that traveled through Jennifer's body. He took out a condom, slipping it onto his erection.
"Are you ready for me to breach you, Jennifer?" he inquired.
"Yes, darling," she answered tremblingly.
"Are you ready to let me take charge of you as your dominant? Be my submissive?"
"Yes, darling," she beckoned.
"I'll enter you now."
"No, Stop!" she cried out, pushing him away.
"Why?"
"I'm... I'm not ready!"
"I understand."
Jennifer felt conflicted, "I gave my consent, but seeing you fully arouse and placed in control was terrifying."
"It's normal to be frightened with a new experience. The anticipation excites you."
"I want to be your submissive. Just give me more time."
"I won't force you. You may choose when you're ready."
"It's your touch – your challenge that stirs me."
"Then use my strength as a prelude to your surrender, every ounce of hesitation adds to the anticipation."
"That's perfect, darling," said Jennifer.
Dominic insisted, "You owe me a proper response."
" Please fuck me harder, Darling !" she screamed. A whiff of surrender, a raindrop released in a massive storm.
Dominic started pushing into me with a grin. I was extremely aroused, and within moments an orgasm came racing towards me. It eventually reached me and overwhelmed my senses with sheer pleasure. The intensity was immense. My previous orgasms couldn't compare to this one given by Dominic. The only sound I could hear was his balls pressing against my wet pussy. I happily screamed out another orgasm before Dominic added his own release.
As Dominic withdrew, I felt an overwhelming grief thinking about his departure. Dominic, recognizing my distress, hugged me to console me.
"You performed beautifully during your first encounter," he told me in a soft voice, "Sexual submission is not easy to trust someone with your whole being - mind, body and soul. You did exceptionally well." Listening to his praise, I hugged him tightly, appreciating the warmth of his embrace.
When he believed my nerves were calmer, he gently kissed me, "Would you be willing to reinact the same for Samantha? I had planned tonight to be her turn."
"Yes, Dear," I responded quietly, sliding off the desk and kneeling on the floor. Samantha undressed promptly and climbed onto the desk with her legs spread and her pussy exposed to me.
"Samantha," Dominic instructed sternly, "You haven't been given the approval yet. Please ask Jenny if she wants to provide oral service to you."
"I'm sorry, Honey," Samantha sighed softly, unusually feminine for her icy persona, "Jenny, may you give me oral service?"
I hesitated instead of responding immediately. I gave Samantha's pussy a cautious lick, finding another woman's pussy's taste unfamiliar but not displeasing. I tentatively imitated what Samantha had done to me and what I liked done to me. Samantha's moans and grip on the back of my head guided me.
Once Samantha experienced her orgasms, they hit me with surprising force, shocking me. Samantha tightly held onto my head and moaned loudly. Two more orgasms rapidly followed. Upon the third, Samantha enabled me to rise from the floor by lifting my chin, indicating that she was satisfied.
Dominic kissed Samantha deeply, smiling proudly at the performance his submissive had given, "Thank you, Samantha," he appeciated. "I needed to gauge whether you desired this. I'm giving you an opportunity to teach me. From tonight, I'll make it up to you."
"Thanks, Honey," Samantha blushed meaningfully, enjoying her master's gratitude and satisfaction with my actions.
"Jenny," he pointed out thoughtfully, "I suggest you ponder over what happened last night. I'd like you to consider whether you're interested in this. Open your mind to being mine totally. From the moment I summon you, I desire full submission. In turn, I'll provide everything you want. However, there's one crucial facet – full privacy is requited for our shared endeavors."
"Yes, Dear," I answered still in my trance, consumed by Dominic's appearance and intensity, the thrilling new experiences, and the desire for safety he provided.
"I'll drive you both home now."
The tremendous appreciation was shared by both women.
Chapter 4
My distracted state was still present when I made it to my office the next day. The day prior, I experienced the most incredible sex of my life. I had submitted to a man while feeling cared for and secure. But what did it all signify? There were so many firsts, including my threesome experience and my first intimacy with a woman. Had I become bisexual? I was no lesbian. However, I only engaged in it because Dominic wanted me to. Why did his compliments lift my spirits so significantly?
I pressed the print button and headed towards the printer, still thinking back to my experience in Samantha's office. There was a small commotion at my back, and the ladies in the office nudged each other excitedly. Samantha suddenly emerged with a grand bouquet and, for the first time, a radiant smile.
"Good morning, Jenny," Dominic said softly next to me, causing me to nearly jump in surprise. "Would you please print these?" he passed me a stack of papers.
Samantha had that edge back and merely winked at me as she left.
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"Hi, Dominic," she said with a slightly strained smile. After the previous night's events, she was now feeling nothing. No sexual arousal and no attraction toward him. She couldn't understand why.
Dominic's voice then took on a more assertive tone as he whispered, "Make sure not to forget about what we discussed last night."
"Yes, darling," Jenny replied softly, without fully thinking about what she said. Suddenly, she remembered and quickly covered her mouth with her hand in case anyone else heard.
Dominic smiled reassuringly at her, "Good job."
Jenny then felt it - her vagina getting wet. That sense of pride after being praised by somebody Dominant. It was this Dominant and confident Dominic that she had feelings for. It felt like there were two people sharing the same body. Samantha was in the same situation. But was she capable of being two people? She wasn't entirely convinced.
A message from Samantha arrived at Jenny's office later. It was an invitation to meet with her for dinner. The tone of the message seemed like the Samantha Jenny knew all along, someone who wouldn't be expecting a refusal.
Following work, Jenny sat alone in the restaurant waiting for her boss. Some people in the restaurant were starting to look at her with pity. Samantha was late and Jenny was beginning to consider leaving.
Just as Jenny was about to depart, Samantha entered the restaurant and took a seat without apology.
"Dominic wanted to have a conversation with me," Samantha informed Jenny matter-of-factly.
"What was the issue?" Jenny inquired innocently.
"There was no problem. Dominic simply wanted to express his gratitude for the previous night. Did you see the flowers I received today? They were from Dominic," Samantha bit her lip and glanced at Jenny and seemed pleased.
Jenny returned her gaze only to widen her eyes and rend her hair in shock when she understood what Samantha was trying to say. "You had sex with Dominic!?"
Samantha looked at Jenny as if she'd just caught the cat who'd gobbled up all the cream. "It was amazing," she grinned smugly. "Shall we order some food, and then we can talk. We can share a bottle of wine to make the conversation more open and honest."
Samantha looked at Jenny intently once they'd been served, "How did you find last night?"
"Samantha," Jenny started carefully, "I have to admit that I did enjoy being with you. But -" She was interrupted by Samantha chuckling. "What?" Jenny demanded angrily.
"I knew what you'd say," Samantha said with amusement.
"I see," Jenny continued, looking confused, "It's like you and Dominic have totally different personalities at work. Dominic seems quiet and subservient, but last night he was strong and commanding. I'm unsure if I could play along. I'm not sure if I can be two people."
"You mean replicating the personas you experienced last night?" Samantha asked.
"Exactly – the way you were passionate – I don't think I can do that. I'm not sure which version of you is the real one."
"I get it," Samantha nodded. "You acknowledge how dominant and confident Dominic was last night, don't you?"
"Yeah," Jenny nodded while flushing and further brushing her neck.
"And you, too," Jenny continued, flustered, "You were usually cool and uncaring, but last night you were intensely passionate. I'm not convinced that I could approximate either role."
"I see," Samantha said more seriously, "You still aren't sure if you can maintain two personalities. To be honest, I also struggle to identify who the real me is."
"Then why do it?" Jenny inquired.
"Because he takes charge and I relish that. At work I'm managing ten people. At home I look after three kids. I have lots of responsibilities. It's exhausting. I want to experience being taken care of for a little while. Dominic is kind enough to satisfy that need."
"You don't have a regular relationship?" Jenny asked.
"Dominic and I do share a relationship," Samantha stated firmly. "If you mean a romantic relationship, no. I do have some good friends. I discuss everything with them. Dominic fulfills a need that my friends can't. I enjoy being submissive to him and being roughly fucked by him. Our arrangement suits us both. Neither of us desires commitment, and we're free to end it whenever we wish."
Jenny's face turned red as she heard Samantha's honesty, "How do you feel about me having sex with someone else and being their submissive as well?"
Samantha gave a carefree shrug, "I don't have a problem with it as long as you give me what I want when I want."
"How did you and I meet?"
Samantha chuckled lightly, "It was when I joined the company. You were the quiet and meek guy I usually see. I didn't really care for you. I still don't care for the old you, but I adore the strong you I see after work. You've experienced what a talented lover you are. I discovered you were a dominant while browsing a dating website for one. It's so hard to find a good one. For many men, it's just a fantasy, but they can't pull it off--they keep apologizing or are too rough and don't know the role well. You were a treasure find. I couldn't believe it when I saw your profile. I believe you were as shocked as I was when you saw mine. I must admit, I am much happier since we started dating. Just promise me, you won't ruin what I have with Dominic." Samantha's expression softened after Jenny shook her head.
"Dominic is everything you want in a dominant," Samantha revealed to Jenny. "He's kind and appreciates me. Look at the flowers he sent me--it meant so much. He's devoted to me. He never misses our time together. He gives me a gift for my birthday and Christmas. I never received this level of attention from my ex-husband, and we were married. I never trusted my ex-husband as much as I trust Dominic. I get better orgasms from Dominic, too. If I need to be submissive, get on my knees to orally pleasure Dominic when he commands me, and call him 'honey' to satisfy him, then so be it. I never anticipated getting this from a younger man. In my life, I have never felt sexually fulfilled."
Jenny blushed while listening to Samantha's enthusiastic praises of Dominic. Why did everything she was saying seem so enticing, but could Jenny be so submissive to someone?
"Could you become Dominic's submissive?" Samantha inquired, interrupting Jenny's thoughts.
Jenny struggled with her response, "I don't know, I need to think deeply about it," she admitted honestly.
Samantha nodded in agreement, "You should ponder this deeply. What exactly did you enjoy about Dominic? Were there any unresolved daddy issues? Did any previous boyfriends mistreat you?"
Jenny responded angrily, then dejectedly because part of her knew she was correct, "I never knew my father, and I ended my relationship with my ex-boyfriend a long time ago. He claimed I was excessively needy."
"Do you think that's why you enjoyed yourself with Dominic? How did he make you feel?" Samantha asked, curious.
Jenny looked at Samantha with irritation, then disappointment because she knew there was some truth to it, "I felt safe and protected. No one has ever made me feel that way."
Samantha smiled, "You should base any decision on that feeling. All you need to decide is whether you're comfortable being submissive." She noticed that their conversation had concluded and offered, "Shall we share a taxi?"
Jenny smiled in agreement.
Chapter 5
Jenny trembled from the cold air outside her office building as she contemplated the events from now on. A week had passed since she'd seen her manager Samantha have a submissive session with her coworker Dominic in her office. Her thoughts were constantly engulfed in this subject.
Dominic, the mysterious man, baffled her. Although he was usually gentle, he became dominant, and she was helpless to resist.
She knew her performance at work had faltered, but Samantha seemed disregarding and was encouraging Jenny to explore her yearning for submission. Jenny struggled with whether she wanted a sexual or romantic relationship with Dominic.
"Hello!" said a voice as a tall figure covered her, and Leo's presence sent conflicting emotions through her body. Her arousal was clearly on display.
Jenny looked up and was overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions when she identified the person who had arrived. "Are you okay?" asked Dominic, noticing her troubled expression.
"In what way do you switch roles so flawlessly?" Jenny inquired fiercely. "It's not usual."
Dominic smiled as he sat beside her, "It certainly isn't effortless. I do it because it's required. Nobody else can discover what Samantha and I do. It'd result in a lot of trouble. You're the first person to witness it."
"Really? It appears that everyone is engaging in office sex, so you must have been discovered," she said caustically.
Dominic looked at her puzzled, Jenny turned her head swiftly, recognizing she was on the verge of revealing a major secret.
"So, why me?" she asked meekly attempting to change the subject. "Why did you choose me? What did I do that made you select me?"
"It was just an inclination," Dominic explained casually. "When Samantha informed me that you saw us, I knew we had to talk to you. But Samantha believed that you were intrigued by what you observed, so I decided maybe you could join us."
"You and Samantha deceived me," Jenny complained.
"You remained voluntarily," Dominic responded mildly.
"So, if this happens, would I rejoin you and Samantha?"
"No," Dominic replied solemnly. "That's Samantha's time, and she's already informed me that she doesn't desire you to rejoin us again. I would not encourage you to. I promise my submissives my full devotion."
"Then how will you satisfy both submissives?"
"Samantha's requirements are rather unique. She merely requires a few hours each week to release her worries and have a respite from her obligations. I provide that for her. The remainder of my time will be for you."
"Is there someone else you'll bring aboard?"
"No, I won't be acquiring another submissive. Managing two submissives is sufficient labor. Being a dominant, I must take my responsibilities seriously. If I accept too many submissives, I'll inevitably make at least one feel neglected."
"What do I get out of this?" Jenny inquired pointedly.
"It depends on what you yearn for. You'll receive my commitment. The specifics of what that entails are your choice. It's my job as a dominant to satisfy your needs..." he trailed off as he noticed Jenny scowl in annoyance.
"Are you implying that you'll give me anything I want?"
"Yes, within reason. There are certain things I won't perform."
"Like what?"
"BDSM. It's not my thing. The tying up, whips, and spanking - not my thing," he said with a revulsion.
"So, what is it that you want from your submissives? Why do you do this?" she inquired, looking puzzled.
Dominic chuckled slightly, "A dominance and submission relationship has nothing to do with BDSM. Some enjoy it, I don't. And the emotional surrender I receive from my submissives is what appeals to me. It's the trust they give me when they voluntarily surrender control. This relates back to your initial question. What are you seeking from me? After I gave you a taste of what I could provide, did you enjoy it?"
Jenny didn't answer right away. She merely sat there and pouted until she afforded Dominic an answer, "I liked how you made me feel secure."
"How did I accomplish that?"
"By embracing me after we engaged in lovemaking and putting my requirements first. No one has ever done that for me before. It was comforting. I felt cherished and significant."
"I can provide that for you."
"What do you anticipate from me in this situation?"
"I want your obedience. You'll follow my instructions when we are together. I won't be unreasonable with you. I won't demand that you relinquish your work, friends, or family. The dom/sub relationship isn't brutal; it's consensual. You must be willing to participate. You possess the power. When you say 'no,' I will respect it. If you decide to terminate the relationship, I'll be upset, but I'll concede and wish you well. Your happiness is crucial to me."
"Will it be merely sex?" Jenny asked. "I'm asking a lot of questions, aren't I?"
"There's a possibility of this happening, depending on the situation. If you want me to take you out on dates, I can do so, but I'll pick the restaurants and bars. I'll cover the expenses for everything. This can be considered a tax for being the dominant partner." This comment made Jenny chuckle slightly and relax a bit.
"What about Samantha?"
"You'll have to accept my time with her and not be envious. She's not willing to let me go and I'm not willing to let her go either." Seeing Jenny seeming troubled, he added, "This isn't easy to ask, but I need you to trust me in this. You'll be getting more of my time than Samantha, though. I'll always keep you informed when I'm with Samantha. Communication is vital in a sub/dom relationship and good communication is founded on trust."
"Do we have to keep our relationship hidden, like you do with Samantha?" Jenny inquired dejectedly.
"If you want to go on dates with me then keeping our relationship secret would be challenging. Do you want colleagues to know you're going out with quiet Dominic? You'll need to keep the sub/dom part a secret to protect Samantha. There are parts some people won't understand or accept."
Jenny nodded, understanding the desire to hold Dominic in her arms.
"I'm not seeing Samantha tonight. Would you like to meet for dinner and drinks after work? This way, we can see how things progress."
"That would be nice, Master" Jenny agreed, accidentally using the term "Master."
"Good girl," he said smilingly, amused by her slip-up, "but I don't think you should call me 'Master' at work." Jenny blushed deeply in embarrassment, her face becoming as pink as her signature red lipstick. "We need to focus on work. I'll contact you later with a meeting place." Dominic got up to leave, but before he went, he said with a cheeky grin, "I know everything about Ingrid and the sales director." This piece of information left Jenny open-mouthed in disbelief.
Chapter 6
Jenny entered the fancy restaurant-bar feeling hesitant. A week ago, Dominic was just a friendly yet unattractive colleague. A nice guy, but not someone she was interested in dating. Now, he was all she thought about after watching him with Samantha and after their intense encounter.
He was a dominant who enjoyed submissive sex with him. The dominant side of Dominic ignited her like no other man had before. She couldn't understand why, but she did know how he made her feel and she didn't know if it was good or bad. All she knew was that her body yearned for it. The battle between her mind and body had left her feeling drained.
The restaurant was a stylish, restaurant-bar combination. There was a bar where people were drinking cocktails or wine. She couldn't see anyone drinking beer. At the back, there was a restaurant that served Asian fusion cuisine.
Jenny spotted Dominic sitting at the bar, carefully guarding an empty bar stool next to him. In compliance with his instructions, she wore a short dress that hugged her figure. High heels adorned the end of her stocking-clad legs. She felt somewhat bashful, yet also sexy. It had been a long time since she'd dressed for someone else.
Dominic stood up and smiled when he saw Jenny. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him. His eyeglasses were missing, and his green eyes seemed to glow with a welcoming warmth in the bar's lights.
"Hello, Dominic," Jenny said, trying to contain her nerves.
"Remember what I told you to call me?" he stated firmly, altering the tone of his eyes to match his new demeanor.
"Should we do this here?" Jenny questioned her prospective dominant, feeling self-conscious and glancing at the other patrons to determine if they were watching them.
"Yes, we should." he reiterated confidently, challenging her to object. It wasn't his gaze that stopped her from voicing her disapproval. It was a sense of security that came from him making decisions for her. For the first time in her life, she felt safe.
"Master! Hello, Master!" she exclaimed quickly and felt relief as the warmth returned to his eyes before she melted under his lips.
"You're exquisite," he complimented her.
"Thank you, Master," she replied, pleased that he had appreciates her effort in her appearance. He then helped her onto the empty barstool. Jenny nervously adjusted the hem of her dress to hide her stockings' tops.
"Two Margaritas, please," Dominic politely requested from the bartender. Jenny started to voice a complaint but was stopped by Dominic's stern look, daring her to protest. She didn't feel like arguing or making a fuss. She encouraged him to make decisions for her.
"To us," Dominic said, raising his glass. Jenny smiled back and tapped her glass against his.
Jenny had a great time with Dominic. He was the one in charge of her meal and drink selection, and she was delighted about it. Most women would've been upset if their date chose for them, but Jenny was thrilled. She thought even if Dominic made these choices, she would've still enjoyed the experience. It felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. There's a sense of relief in not having to make decisions. She understood what Samantha meant when she said it was exhilarating.
Dominic was an incredible date, very charming and caring. Jenny felt so relaxed and secure. She couldn't have imagined she'd want this, but as she listened to Dominic and gazed into his stunning green eyes, she realized she wouldn't want anything more.
"Jenny! Jenny!" Dominic called out, seemingly worried. "Are you alright? You've been spacing out."
"I'm sorry, Honey," she replied. "I think I just had too much to drink."
"I'll take you home," Dominic said. His concern made her feel valued and cherished.
"No, Honey!" she said in protest for the first time that night. "I don't mean I want to go back to my place. What I meant is I don't want to go to my home."
"I see," Dominic responded, shocked. "You want to go to my place? You understand what that implies, right?"
Jenny nodded, but her response might've given off an unexpected expression. This made Dominic wrap his arms around her. She felt vulnerable yet protected in his embrace. She didn't want him to let go.
"Let's go," he said, but with a gentleness that made her instinctively allow him to lead her.
The taxi trip to Dominic's home was unclear for Jenny. She only looked out the window. She felt prepared. Prepared to be his submissive. To give her mind, body, and soul to him. It was hard to believe.
They stopped outside a fancy-looking apartment complex. She followed Dominic inside.
"How can you afford this!?" Jenny exclaimed in disbelief. She could barely cover her own flat rent with her salary. Her question was answered with a nonplussed look. "Darling! I'm sorry, Darling," she then added quickly.
"I make a decent income investing in the stock market," Dominic replied. "My job is more like a hobby."
Dominic looked at Jenny intently. "Are you ready?"
Jenny bit her lip. "I know what you mean," she whispered. She felt nervous yet ready.
Dominic took her head in his hands and kissed her. Jenny felt dizzy from the sensual kiss. It seemed she was floating. But after a few moments, she realized Dominic wasn't kissing her anymore. Her body was begging for him inside her.
"Please, Honey. Please can we go to the bedroom?" Jenny pleaded.
"Not quite yet," Dominic responded.
Jenny tried again.
"I told you, not yet!" Dominic repeated.
Dominic removed her dress while kissing her. Her arousal was making her body hot and her breathing rapid. She attempted to touch his cock through his pants but Dominic stopped her.
"Please, Honey. Please can I touch it?" Jenny requested.
"Later," Dominic said.
Jenny tried again.
"I've told you no!" Dominic repeated, firmer this time.
Jenny looked on as Dominic took off her dress, admiring her in her lingerie.
"Stay still," he ordered. She gazed at his captivating eyes. She'd give him anything for those eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
Jenny bit her lip, "Yes, Honey," she replied quietly.
"I need you to mean it. Do you trust me?" he questioned again.
"Yes, Honey," Jenny responded with more conviction.
Dominic kissed her again. "Do you want to be my submissive? Want to surrender yourself to me?"
"Yes, Honey," Jenny sighed, her body aching with desire. Dominic was taking his time, and it felt like torment. She whimpered when he took off her bra.
"Undo my shirt," Jenny instructed.
"Yes, Honey," she obeyed, undoing the buttons then helping Dominic take off his shirt.
"Now, kiss my body," he told her. Jenny started to caress and kiss Dominic's firm chest. She was enjoying every touch and every kiss. She wanted him inside her. She was ready for him since she left her apartment. Why wouldn't he take her? Why was he prolonging her torment?
"Take off my shoes and socks," Jenny got down on her knees. She admired his obvious crotch. He was driving her crazy but refusing to let her touch him. "Don't touch it!" he demanded.
Jenny did as instructed.
Dominic had a look on his face that said it all. "I'm sure you understand." He stopped kissing her. She felt a bit disappointed but understood why. "Now, follow me."
Jenny obeyed, following Dominic into his bedroom. She didn't have time to notice the decor. She felt unsure but ready. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes, Honey," Jenny confirmed with certainty.
"Do you want to be my submissive?" he asked. "Do you want to offer me your mind, body, and soul?"
Jenny nodded. She bit her lip and said in a breathy tone, "Yes, Honey."
"You're doing well," he praised her. "Take off my jeans gently." And she took her time unbuckling his belt and jeans, later pulling them down with the same level of sensuality her lustful body allowed.
With his jeans off, he asked her, "Do you want my dick?" he questioned.
"Yes, Sir," she gasped, her gaze fixed on his groin.
"Look at me directly and ask me clearly!"
Jenny looked up, her face full of aching desire, "Please, Sir. Can I touch your dick?"
"How about putting it in your mouth?"
"Please, Sir,"
"Go ahead. You've been a good girl."
Jenny eagerly unzipped Dominic's pants and pulled out his rock-hard cock. She admired it as she grasped it. It seemed so stunning. She planted a soft kiss on it.
Dominic groaned with pleasure. As he realised his cock was in Jenny's mouth's warm and moist embrace. He couldn't help but push his head back in ecstasy as he experienced her tongue curling around the head of his dick.
"Jenny, you are a perfect submissive," he moaned through laboured breathing.
Jenny celebrated in Dominic's praise. She dreaded feeling humiliated for having to disrobe the guy whose cock was in her mouth and being on her knees as she did it, but she didn't. Being renamed a good girl like this seemed disrespectful towards a grown woman, yet it gave her a warm sensation inside. Her persistent longing was to satisfy Dominic, to satisfy her Dom. Knowing that by giving it to him, she was offering everything she had to him. She now knew that she belonged to Dominic and he'd safeguard her as long as she was his submissive.
She usually never enjoyed performing fellatio but Dominic made her feel different than her previous partners. That day, it was a representation of her submission and obedience to him. This intimate action of giving, she realized, was an offering of herself to him so he could devote himself to her. She understood now that she was his and he'd protect her for as long as she was his submissive.
Dominic surprised her as he took her head in his hands and removed his cock from her mouth with a powerful will as if his mind was suppressing the pleasure his body was feeling.
Dominic assisted Jenny in standing up and kissed her intensely. "You are a beautiful submission," he told her. "Return to the bed. It's time for me to demonstrate what a dominant serves his submission."
Jenny obediently lay on the bed as Dominic finished removing his underwear. Waves of guilt and exhilaration invaded her as Dominic stood between her splayed legs. His erect member standing upright.
She trembled as a chill raced down her spine as he lay on top of her. With his knees and elbows supporting him, he brushed back a lock of hair from her face and kissed her. She hungrily welcomed his tongue into her mouth. Jenny's body began to tremble as her arousal clamoured to be satiated. Her mind and body were consumed with base thoughts and needs. The outside world was meaningless to her.
Jenny's hands sought Dominic's cock but was stopped again, making his victory one of willpower as if opposing his own pleasure. Dominic held her hands and pinned them up above her head. Jenny grunted with frustration as her pussy craved what her hands couldn't.
"Relax," Dominic whispered tenderly. "It's coming, I promise."
Jenny tried to speak but no words formed, just whimpers and moans. Her body was enflamed. She had never sensed this before. She howled loudly as Dominic kissed her neck before lavishing attention on her breasts.
He sneaked by Jenny's wrists and kissed down her body. Indescribable bliss surged through her as Dominic began to suckle and kiss. Jenny felt like he knew what he was up to. The feeling was ecstatic.
Jenny's hand started to search for Dominic's cock once more, but he stopped it and restrained her hands with one hand above her head. Jenny yelped with frustration as her pussy tried to do what her hands couldn't succeed in.
"Hold your arms high!" he instructed sternly.
"Please, Sir!" she begged.
"Ask nicely."
"Please, Sir!" came the desperate reply.
"Shh, be patient." Dominic said once more from between her legs.
Jenny returned her hands to their elevated position, pleading again, "Please!"
"Please what?" came the stern challenge from between her legs.
"Please, Sir!" came the tortured response.
"Quiet, patience," Dominic instructed her as he returned to kissing her thighs again. Jenny's body writhed as a wave of pleasure overtook her when Dominic gave her pussy a long lick from her hole to her clit. Overpowering waves of pleasure flowed from her pussy as Dominic began licking and sucking. Jenny could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. The sensation was so incredible.
Jenny let out a gentle sigh as Dominic gently slid a finger into her pussy, caressing her g-spot while he sucked on her clitoris. The world around her seemed to blur, and she could no longer sense reality. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, forcing him to hold her still. Not being able to move the way she desired took Jenny over the edge, resulting in a strong orgasm that consumed her entire body.
Dominic's smile returned as he reached for his nightstand. He grabbed a condom from a fancy little square box.
"Do you want me to have sex with you?" Dominic inquired. There was no doubt in Jenny's mind.
"Yes, sweetheart!" she replied desperately. "Hurry, sweetheart! Please!"
Dominic ripped open the condom and quickly placed it on before sliding himself inside Jenny's moist and warm pussy, positioning himself in missionary style. Her back arched as she felt her pussy stretch upon his entry, causing her to moan in relief. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him.
"Oh my God!" Jenny moaned as Dominic started thrusting in and out of her. "Harder, please, sweetheart! Harder!" Jenny begged for more from her dominant lover. He intensified his rhythm, causing Jenny to hear the slapping sound of his balls. She screamed out, experiencing another orgasm that swept through her, followed by another before they merged into one. Dominic then grunted and completed his own orgasm, leaving Jenny immersed in the dark.
Chapter 7
Jenny couldn't comprehend how she had ended up in Dominic's warm embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. Her skin was covered in beads of sweat, making her shiver. She felt sticky between her legs, but most notably, she felt a newfound contentment. His protective hold made her feel safe, his dominance intoxicating. It was an incredible sanctuary she had found herself in, all she had to do was surrender to Dominic.
She released a blissful sigh when Dominic kissed the top of her head. No fear existed when she was with him. No concerns. It was a beautiful place, and she could only achieve it by becoming his submissive.
"Are you alright?" he inquisitively asked. It was the strangest question she had ever heard—a lover never inquired about such a thing after sex before. She felt lucky. Overjoyed. And all the other pleasant feelings imaginable. Needing no other response, she simply replied, "Yes, love."
"Was it too intense?" he contemplated. "It can be at first."
"No, love. It was perfect." she replied, dreamily.
"Would you like me to call a taxi for you to leave?" he offered. It would have been preferable for him to drive her, but with his limits exceeded, the suggestion was a reasonable alternative.
"May I stay here tonight, with you, love?" Jenny asked. When did she grow so comfortable with using "love"?
"Of course, if it will bring you happiness. I am here to cater to your desires. To lift the weight of your burdens."
"Why do you do it?" she questioned. "How did you become a dominant?"
Dominic answered honestly, "Power. I adore the sheer joy of a person handing themselves over to me. When they lose their stress, I feel contentment. My heart was broken before, and I aimed to control my next relationship to the point where the woman would give herself to me entirely. After breaking up with my ex-girlfriend, she wanted more freedom in our relationship, while I wanted more control. It led me to a counselor at the university, where she informed me of dom/sub relationships and suggested I explore this option. It led me to a fascinating world. Although it revolves around BDSM and humiliation, I'm solely interested in emotional dominance. Most of my submissives only desire a temporary escape from their controls, while our relationships usually don't last over a few months. I believe Samantha won't continue in her submissive role for much longer."
"Is it lonely, love?"
"At times, but being selective about my interests in BDSM elements helps me find women who are willing to succumb to my requests. It becomes both lonely and fulfilling."
"What do you adore about being a dominant?"
"What makes you think I like it, darling?" Jenny retorted slyly.
Because you've been referring to me as "Darling" like I asked, and I've been doing this for quite some time now, I've come to understand when a woman enjoys it.
I was raised by my mother alone. My father left when I was a child and I have no memories of him. Money was tight in our household, causing my mom to work two or three jobs. As a result, I spent most nights by myself growing up. It could be rather fearful and occasionally it still scares me when I'm alone; thus, I just want to feel secure for once, and being controlled seems to help me achieve this.
"So that's why you want to spend the night with me. You're my first submissive in a very long time to spend the night. Was the sex enjoyable for you?"
"I absolutely loved it," Jenny replied with a big grin. "It wasn't necessarily what you did, but how you made me feel."
"Hmm, I see. Does that imply you want to continue being my submissive?"
"Yes, I do, Darling," Jenny responded with a sense of bliss.
"Let's get some rest and in the morning, we can discuss the parameters of our relationship."
"Yes, Darling," Jenny drifted off into a blissful slumber.
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