First some background about me and the “subordinate” in question:
I am a manager and have been for a number of years. However, I rolled into the job (since there was no other way “up” in the organisation) and it never was my dream to be a manager. My personality is pretty much the opposite of what I have to do professionally, I’d rather listen to people about their problems and help them fix them, instead of delegating to others to fix problems for me or the company. Every morning before coming into the office, I have to turn a switch in my head and force myself into a mode of telling people what to do. Or even to fire people, which is the absolute worst! Outside of work I keep much more to myself and sexually I consider myself rather submissive.
Nearly a year ago, we had hired a contractor to lead a project for about 4 months. I remember him vividly because he would regularly overstep the boundaries of what his job allowed him to do. More than once he had “stolen” employees from other projects and have them work for him. So then I had to step in and make sure everybody got along again. He was also very anti-authoritive, especially with me, which I think was because I’m a woman. Even though I am 10 years older than him and I am generally well-respected within the company. In short, our work relationship wasn’t very good.
Even though there was friction between us, I did find him quite intriguing. He was tall, not bad looking, and had a natural air of confidence that was very appealing to me. Also, his condescending attitude towards me pushed many of my sexual buttons so to speak. One particular morning I walked past his desk to drop off some document and I noticed his personal email account was open on his computer. I glanced at it for no longer than a second, but one word stood out to me. Back home I quickly verified it as the name of a bdsm personals website.
Now I was really intrigued. Whas he an experienced dom? I tried to find him on there, but failed. Yet I caught myself going back to it to see if I could discover his username. This grew into a little obsession that got me reading through profiles every few weeks, long after he left the company to work on another job. Finally, about two months ago, I found another profile that might be him. I sent a message and prepared to be disappointed, since I tried this a couple of times before. But he replied, and the more I learned about him, the more certain I was I was talking to HIM!
We talked about our lives and our fantasies. He was more experienced to this thing than me, and he said he had several experiences as a dom. His kinks also ranged more wide than mine, but he was still interested even if we kept our chat restricted to my tastes. Slowly we started to enter the dom/sub dynamic, where our messages would revolve about me caring for and pleasing him and him correcting/disciplining me. Eventually this lead to a possible meetup. At this point I had to ask the question if he was who I thought he was.
I felt the hesitation on his side when I asked if he was perhaps “X who worked at company Y”. But when he said yes and I revealed my identity, he was really excited about it. He said he’d always thought I needed a good hard fuck to get me off my high horse. Which I thought was funny and hot.
Then, after two more weeks of chatting and making agreements on what was and wasn’t on the table, we arranged to meet up for a weekend. I would arrive Saturday evening at his apartment and be at his service until Sunday night, unless one of us would back out earlier.
The weekend:
As per his orders, I arrived on time at his doorstep in my business suit with my resume in hand. He opened the door and we both couldn’t help but smile when seeing each other, because it felt silly somehow seeing the other in such a weird and different context. He quickly got himself back into dom mode though, and asked if I was ready. I said yes, and only after asking very politely, I was allowed to enter.
He led me into the living room and had me standing in the middle of it facing him. He took the resume out of my hand and sat down on the couch to read it. A full five minutes of silence went by, with me just standing there, not daring to say a word. After that he looked up and said “well, you seem to think you’re hot shit”. I had to chuckle, still not completely comfortable in the dynamic, but he shut me up with a stern look. “No sir, but I try to be as good as I can.” I bring out in a believably serious voice.
“Do you like to tease the men at your work with that attire?”
“Uhm, no?” I was genuinely surprised, I had never considered my work clothes to be sexy, but simply smart professional.
“Well, if you’re going to work for me, you need to dress however I want you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“OK then, take off your clothes one by one and fold them up.”
I did the most awkward striptease, taking off one article of clothing, fold it, and put it on the floor. He kept his eyes at me constantly, until I was standing there completely naked, with a neat little pile of clothes next to me. He asked me to turn around and then step closer to have him inspect me from all sides. But he didn’t touch me.
“Here’s your new outfit.” He said, and he picked up a set of padded hand cuffs from a table next to the couch. He ordered me to turn away from him, and hold my arms behind my back. When he cuffed me, I felt the awkwardness of the situation left and be replaced by excitement. His hand trailed my butt and stroked the inside of my thigh. There it moved up and felt up my slit. When his finger pushed between my labia I felt a shiver go down my spine. And he must have felt it was a little wet there already.
He told me to kneel down (still facing away from him). Then he started undressing behind me. I felt the anticipation growing when more and more of his clothes dropped to the floor, while he was still behind me. Finally he got on his knees and pushed me forward, he guided me with one hand by the arm and the other on my hip, so that I ended up with my cheek on the carpet and my butt up in the air in front of his crotch. The next touch I felt was his cock prodding at my pussy, then pushing in and through. With his hands on my hips he fucked me rough and raw. I sensed an tinge of anger in his grunts and thrusts. As if there was some pented up rage he had to unleash on me.
A quick few minutes of huffing on the carpet, I felt he came. Leaning onto me, he was breathing heavily while he grew limp inside me. He pulled out and told me not to move, as he sat down on the couch to catch his breath. Later on he explained that he wanted to take it much slower, but that he got impatient now that I was finally at his mercy. After keeping me in that position for another few minutes, he undid the cuffs, gave me a towel and ordered me to clean myself up.
After that we went to tour the apartment. He was fully clothed again and I was still naked. He explained the rules, which basically meant that I had to ask permission to use anything, from using the tap to opening the fridge. Also, I had to be in the same room as him all the time, unless given a direct order. This meant that whenever he got up and walked away, I had to follow him around, whether it was to the front door to get his mail or to his office to grab something.
We ended the tour at his bathroom. He asked me to get on my knees next to the toilet bowl and lift the lid. I was a bit apprehensive, because we hadn’t discussed water sports in any way. But he zipped down and got his cock out and started peeing into the bowl. It felt exciting to watch him pee, being so close to his cock, which was inside of me just minutes before (for the first time I got curious about golden showers). After that he ordered me to flush and we went back to the living room.
There we had a lot of dirty talking. I begged him to let me work for him. He asked me to prove how much I cared for him. It was a really hot and arousing dynamic. In the end I was allowed to strip his pants down and service him orally. First only kisses around the thighs, then slowly licking and sucking his balls and finally have his cock in my mouth. I loved to suck him off, this had been on my mind for so long after all. And I did it a little too well, I suppose, because he came quite unexpectedly in my mouth. His mood turned and he got mad that I hadn’t asked him where he wanted the cum to end up. He told me I had been bad.
We moved to the bedroom and he got out a dildo. As punishment I had to look at him while riding that dildo anally, as he lay on the bed watching TV. After a long while he said it was enough and let me lay next to him. I had to blow him a little, but was not allowed to make him cum. Before we went to sleep he told me he wanted to wake up with a mouth around his cock.
So early morning, I very quietly put my head under the covers and sought out his cock, which was already standing up. Slowly I started sucking him, until I felt his hand in my neck. He guided me faster and then slower, again he didn’t want to cum. He said he wanted to give me a massive load at the end of the day, but only if I was a good to him. So that was my goal.
I made breakfast and while he ate, I sucked him quietly under the table. Then I ate something quickly and we went into the shower, where I washed his body carefully. Again, giving him short and soft blowjobs to help him build his load.
The day went by with me doing small chores (either by order or after asking permission to do them), and now and then checking in with his cock, sucking him off tenderly.
Close before I had to leave, he called me over and said it was time to blow his load. He put on the hand cuffs again, so that I “wouldn’t mess it up”. He put me down on the carpet again and started fucking me doggy style. After a few seconds he would pull out, drag me closer by the cuffs and let me suck on his cock. He kept switching between my two holes and then he sat me down in front of him and grabbed his cock. Finally he blew his load (which was indeed quite massive) into my face. From under a thick layer of cum I smiled up at him and thanked him profusely.
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All in all I had a lovely time and I’ve been thinking about it almost non-stop. We’re planning another date soon. The co-worker dynamic made it extra hot for both of us. I’m happy we’re not working together anymore though, that would have complicated things.
Thanks for reading!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9cwrgw/spend_a_weekend_being_a_sub_to_my_subordinate_37f
Love the story, hope there’s a part 2 recap.