The rest of that week, you got into a new routine. After work, instead of picking up strange guys, or going to the club, you joined your husband for a workout at the local gym. You wore yoga pants and an exercise bra that accented your shape. It wasn’t that you were out of shape, like your husband had been months ago, but you could use a little toning and shaping.
After the first few sessions, you felt better, more in control of yourself. There were a few times when you watched your husband on the machines. His muscles were flexing and pumping in ways you hadn’t noticed. You drew a few stares and glances from men working out, but that was expected. What you hadn’t expected, was a few women and men watching your husband. This turned you on a little. “He’s mine. All mine.” You thought.
Also during the week you also examined your outfits for work. Yes, they looked professional but they didn’t make you feel strong and powerful. During your lunch breaks, you went the high-end stores downtown, to try on and get new dresses and outfits for work. The one that you enjoyed the most was a form fitting pencil skirt, with a slit up the back, and a matching blazer. You found a silk top in a contrasting color. The whole thing accented your shape and made you feel like you could do anything.
One other thing you wanted, was something that you already had in the works. You wanted financial security to do whatever you wanted. It was the easiest to do, because when you first joined the company, you were offered employee stock purchases, and the company 401K. With every promotion you received and every annual bonus, you bought more of the company stock, and added to your 401K. You pulled up a spreadsheet showing what was in your ‘nest egg’. It was already over $1 million. If you cashed out and paid everything off, you’d have find another job, but if you simply kept most of it invested, and cashed out what you needed, you could live comfortably. That didn’t include your husband’s income from his warehouse job. “It’s not ‘Fuck you’ money, but it is getting there.” You told yourself.
You felt better, stronger, and more confident. The clients noticed it too because, during meetings they listened to and acted on your ideas and suggestions. Your coworkers noticed the change, including Evan, the guy you had the affair with, so many months ago. One day he came up behind you and caressed your ass. “Mmmm That feels firm. Firmer than the last time I touched it.”
Without stopping what you were doing, you replied. “Too bad you are such a bad lay, or I’d take you in the storeroom and ride you until I got tired. Go back to your wife, she seems to enjoy you.”
He had never heard you respond so directly to him. In the past you would have swatted his hand away, or looked around nervously, hoping that others didn’t see the two of you, but that was the old you. A weaker you, whose reactions would have just given him power. This time he walked away in stunned silence.
All of this was going really well for you until “The Meeting”. It was a supposed to be proposal meeting for a new client. As always, you and your coworkers gathered in the conference room, to review the proposal documents and discuss strategies, prior to the client’s arrival. While most of them were sitting at the table, you walked around and used the remote to advance copies of the documents on the screens. You explained that, “This is a new company, and we should see where they plan on expanding and growing. We have the contacts who might be able to help this company penetrate into markets they previously hadn’t.”
Most of the men around the table read their pages or wrote notes, but Evan leaned back in his chair turned his crotch towards you. “You know all about having new areas penetrated. Maybe you should just dazzle them with your oral skills?”
A couple of the men were shocked by Evan, and one even blushed. Evan had a broad smile on his face like he had just scored. You walked closer, and leaned over him, showing him more of your cleavage. “You have no idea what my skills are now days. And as far as penetrating new areas, just because you think you’ve got the biggest dick in the room, you have no idea how to use it. I could give your wife a better night without even trying.” At that point your Boss walked in. Evan looked white as a sheet as your Boss called you to his office.
He sat behind his desk, had you close the door, and had you take a seat. “You have been with us for a number of years and done well. Recently you had some wonderful proposals and ideas. I’m not sure what I heard in there between you and Evan. Would you care to explain?”
As you sat in the chair, you crossed your legs in a way that raised the hemline, showing off more of them. He glanced down for a moment, then concentrated on your face. You softly smiled at that, knowing that he was checking you out too. “No sir. That was a private matter between me and him. I’m sorry that it was brought up in front of others. I could say something like ‘He started it’ or ‘he asked for it’. But I know better.”
He steepled his fingers. “What should we do? I can’t have you and Evan on the same contracts anymore.”
You uncrossed your legs and leaned forward on his desk. “Sir, according to company policy, I need to attend ‘Sexual Harassment Training’ and ‘Conflict Resolution’. I believe both are required before you can assign me to any new clients.”
Still steepling his fingers he leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling. “Go down to HR. Sign up for the classes. If any of your coworkers file a complaint, you know I will have to act on it?”
“Yes sir. Is there anything else?” You asked as you stood up. He shook his head and called down to HR to tell them you were on your way.
During the classes, you realized that you were being penalized for standing up for yourself. Apparently none of your other coworkers filed a complaint, so your comments and reaction didn’t rise to the level of ‘harassment’ or ‘hostile work environment’. Yes, you should have used different words, but knowing Evan, he wouldn’t have stopped. You had to shock him. He was punished too. He also had to take the classes, but you could see that he wasn’t changing. He was just “checking the box” and then he’d go back to being his same old self. Heck, he’d already had lined up a new contract. That was when you gave them your two-weeks notice.
When you told your husband about your decision, he held you in his arms. “I’ll support any decision you make.” You kissed him and told him about your ‘nest egg’. You cashed out some of it, paid off the house, cars, and other major bills. You never felt stronger and more free.
That weekend, you dressed up in a black wrap-around that made you look like a lawyer. Your husband gave you a slight smile, as he held the door for you. You kissed him on the cheek, “You are my good boy. Stay close.”
Madam Shade saw both of you. “Damn Girl, that’s what I was talking about. Are you sure you want to be here tonight?”
“Yes, Madam Shade. I think I’ll find someone to use, toss him back tonight.” You responded. Then you looked around and found a guy, with is “servant girl”. He fucked you in front of your husband before, but this night you want to use him and then leave.
You led them to one of the circular loveseats, and had his girl remove his pants. “Now suck him so he is hard.” You commanded her while your servant slowly removed your dress. You had nothing on underneath and it felt great. As she sucked her master’s hardening cock, you grabbed his head and pressed it against your crotch. “Lick me.” You commanded. Then you motioned for your servant to suck your nipples. It all felt so good. “He’s hard for you Mistress.” A small voice said below you.
You grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Then you slowly lowered yourself onto him. “Use your talented mouth on my man.” You said to the servant girl. She smiled and did as you commanded. Soon you bounced up and down hard, and rubbed your clit so you came with a fierce intensity as you watched your husband’s smooth dick being sucked. You then stood up, turned and faced her master. You grabbed his cock and stroked it. “Do you want to cum?” you asked in a low seductive tone.
“Yes.” He responded.
You gripped him firmly. “Yes, Mistress, you mean.” You corrected him.
He nodded “Yes, Mistress.”
You stroked him until it shot and dripped all over your hand. Instead of wiping it, you turned his servant girl to you and said “Lick it clean.” She smiled and did it. You then dressed and left the Club.
As you entered the car, your husband asked, “Are you sure that was all you wanted?”
You winked and smiled. “You are going to take me home, and you are going to give me the rest of what I want tonight.”
“Very good, Mistress”
A short time later, you heard about “The Dungeon” and that they were looking for Dominatrixes. You signed up and set your persona, as “Mistress Monica”, specializing in role playing a Boss, a Lawyer, a Doctor, or other business professionals. You work primarily in a room set up as an office, but you also requested that they set up the room next door like a boardroom, with a sturdy table and optional restraints. What you enjoy most is many of your clients don’t even want to have sex with you. They need you to order them around and when necessary, punish them. It turns you on and when you go home, your own Servant is happy to give you the pleasure you need.
“What a long, strange trip it’s been.” You sing to yourself as you check the time and prepare for your next client.
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