Chapter One

Two weeks ago, I went to what seemed like my hundredth job interview. I had been in college for the last three years, my mom and dad paying my way. I'm not sure what came over me but I suddenly realized I hated school and I hated my life. The bad thing was that my parents are all about whom you know and what their bank managers say about them. Simply put; I grew up having only the best. Now I wanted to be out on my own with time to think of what I wanted in life, not what mom and dad wanted for me. So I ran away. I'm not sure if you can run away when you're twenty five but even if that's not the right term for it, well, I did it.
I sold my car, closed my savings account, and left the state. Now I'm half the continent away from my parents, living in a one room closet and walking everywhere I need to go. Amazingly enough I love it. The worries I have now are easier to deal with. No more being the perfect: perfect daughter, perfect girlfriend, perfect student, blah blah blah. The biggest problem now is finding a job. I've never worked before, ever. Therefore, I have no job history. No references since I don't want anyone to know where I am. All those shows about people who go into hiding and starting over and having a wonderful interesting life, well I think that was made up or something.

I've been here for four months now. I've answered every job ad in the paper but no one is interested in me. That was until two weeks ago. I answered an ad in the paper for a receptionist. It called for some experience needed but I hoped I could convince the person doing the hiring that I could do the job even without having any experience.

It turned out the person wasn't a guy it was a lady. When I walked in for the interview I figured any chance I had of sliding by without experience wasn't gonna happen. She wasn't scary or even a bitch but sometimes a smile can get the inch you need to make something happen especially if he's old, married and just a touch bald. She was pretty, sophisticated and nice but very professional and that meant previous experience required. Smiles weren’t gonna give me the edge I needed to get the job.

I left the interview defeated. I knew I hadn't impressed the lady doing the interview. I wasn't sure I could face the depressing prospect of more want ads in the local paper. But sometimes there is sunshine when we least expect it. Four days after the interview she called me and told me I had the job if I wanted it.

Today is my first day at work. I am so nervous I shake each time I answer the phone. Cindy (my boss) has been so patient with me. She has had to show me a couple times how to do some of the data entry on the computer but for the most part, I think I'm doing ok. Oh, I forgot to mention that this is a reality office. It's amazing how many times the phone will ring in a small town reality office.

I've made it past the first two weeks and haven't made to many major mistakes. A couple of dropped appointments and accidental hang ups but no burning down of houses or running away clients. I think I'm getting the hang of it.

Today I was sitting at my desk reading while the office was closed for lunch, when Cindy called me into her office.

"Alison could you come in here please," she called.

Reluctantly I laid the novel I was reading on my desk and went into her office.

"Close the door." She told me.

I closed the door and stood before her desk. She was so serious and even a bit stern that I thought maybe I had done something wrong and was about to get sacked. I stood in front of her desk silently praying that I hadn't done something wrong and most of all that I wasn't going to get fired. As it turned out, I was very wrong from every angle.

"I've been impressed with the work you've done these last few weeks," she said. "You've handled the situations that have come up with different sellers; very well. I've also watched the way you help the buyers deal with the stress of finding their dream home. You have a talent with people." I was feeling very proud standing there listening to her say all these good things about me. Then she went on. "I've also been impressed in other areas as well. You dress with taste; you're polite to everyone, even the people who are rude to you. I don't know where you came from, but I know the information in your résumé isn't exactly true. Nevertheless, that doesn't matter. The thing that does matter is what I think of you."

She stood up, came around the desk, and stood in front of me. "As of right now I am your mistress."

I wasn't sure what she was talking about. How did we go from me doing a great job at work to her as my mistress? And what is a mistress anyway? Did I do something that made her think this. Oh no! Did I leave any evidence on the computer of a few sites I'd looked at when she was out of the office? Like a beehive, thoughts were swarming around in my head.

At home, I'd always done the correct things, had the right boyfriends. I made the right friends and did all the right things expected of me. Unfortunately, that just wasn't who I was. I wasn't the future Joan Cleaver. I wanted emotion and excitement. I didn't want the boring flat on my back while my perfect boyfriend pumped himself in and out of me. When ever I would say anything about it I would get the proverbial pat on the cheek and "you'll grow out of it talk." Now somehow I'd dropped right in the middle of excitement.

I'd looked at the girls in gym, and felt a fascination I couldn't explain. That fascination grew into desire. But, I've never thought I'd act on it. Now it seemed as if I would be doing that and a whole lot more.

I just stood there looking dazed while all these thoughts had run through my mind. Cindy's command for me to take off my dress woke me up. "When I tell you to do something, you do it immediately and if you don't you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I stammered.
"Good! Now take your dress off." She commanded.

I couldn't help hesitating. I was taken by surprise at the twist of events and wasn't too sure if I wanted to be doing this. My past training to obey when told to do something kicked in. With no coordination at all I began sliding the buttons free.

I'd worn a dress that had little pearl buttons running from the neck down to the hem. I unbuttoned the ones between my breasts, revealing the purple bra I'd worn under my dress that day. My nipples had hardened when I brushed them with my hand while unbuttoning my dress, the cool air made them harder. I felt the familiar ache in my nipples, the one that wouldn't go away until they'd been sucked on.

I paused; I knew that Cindy could see each nipple clearly poking against the fabric of my bra. I was embarrassed that she could see that I was getting excited by having to undress for her.

"Keep going," she ordered.

Her words gave motion to my hands and I quickly slid the buttons free down to my waist. I watched her eyes while I slid free the buttons that covered my panties.

Today I'd only worn pantyhose and no panties because the dress was kind of clingy and whenever I wore panties with it they showed. I forced myself to keep going until the dress was fully parted.

I stood there not knowing what to do or where to put my hands. I fidgeted putting my hands over my stomach then slid them down until they covered the waistband of my pantyhose. Then I slid them up until they rested just under my breasts then I'd drop them down to my side. I didn't know what to do.

"Now take off those pantyhose," Cindy told me.

I envisioned in my mind the sight of me standing before her with just my unbuttoned dress and bra. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I knew any minute I'd wake up.
But I wasn't waking up. Instead, I had hooked my thumbs in the waistband and was sliding them off my hips. The reality of what I was doing and the sensations of sexuality set every nerve ending throbbing. Where the pantyhose had left, down my hips, over the curve of my behind and now the v between my legs, they tingled as if anticipating her touch. I felt moisture pool inside my pussy, the lips swelled and my clit ached.

Almost with relief, I slid the hose past my ankles and off my feat. Then before I could loose my nerve, I stood up and faced Cindy. I forced myself to stand frozen. I couldn't make my eyes meet hers but I knew she was looking at me, at all the things my dress had hidden. Even though my breasts were still cupped in a bra and my shoulders draped with my dress I still felt vulnerable and naked.

"Take the dress off," Cindy requested. It pooled on the floor at my feet.

My heart was pounding so hard. I was scared, confused, embarrassed, and excited too. I knew I had to be out of my head. I should be running as fast as I could out the door, but instead I stood mostly naked in front of my boss, my breasts heavy, nipples hard and my pussy soaking.

Cindy walked around the desk and sat in her chair. "Come here and kneel," she said, pointing to the floor in front of her.

My cheeks flamed as I walked to the place she indicated and dropped to my knees.

"Now let me tell you how you will behave," she began. "You will not look me in the eye unless I give you permission. If I tell you to do something, you do it immediately, not in a minute but right now. Your one and only joy in life is to serve me. Do you understand?"

No, I didn't understand. None of this made sense to me. Cindy must have seen something inside me that I hadn't realized was there. Kneeling in front of her with only a bra on had me curious. I admit that the painful throbbing of my clit clouded my better judgment.
"Yes, I answered.

"Yes what" Cindy demanded.

"Yes I want you to be my mistress."

"Spread your knees and lean back."

I spread my knees wider on the carpet then leaned back. Cool air flowed over my heated pussy causing my clit to pulse and throb. My lips were swollen and damp with juices that had leaked from inside my pussy. I felt so sexy and feminine.

"Now reach down and touch yourself." Becky instructed me.

I lowered my hand to my pussy and cupped it. It felt so good, I knew all too well how to touch my pussy and coax cum from it. I'd never had sex with anyone but that doesn't mean I haven't been soaking wet and in need. I've thought about buying a dildo a couple of times but chickened out at the last minute every time.

I slid my fingers down the outside of my lips, teasing my way down to the pool of cream waiting at the opening of my pussy. I knew Cindy could see my clit pushing past the folds of skin where it nests, the pulsing ache assuring me it was hard, swollen and ready to be rubbed. I wanted so desperately to scoop up some cream and slather it over my clit then franticly stroke and rub it until I exploded in orgasm. Instinctively I knew that if I did that Cindy would be displeased and even though I hadn't a clue what she would do I wasn't about to take a chance.

So I forced myself to focus away from my clit and on spreading silky cream over my lips and down below my pussy and to my bottom. There was plenty of cream to go anywhere I wanted to spread it and soon I'd soaked my lips and down to the crinkled opening of my bottom.

At home in bed I'd experimented with sliding my fingers into my bottom. It felt so good burying them inside as far as they would go. I'd start with one finger deep in my behind then slide my thumb in my pussy. Then desperately I'd us two fingers from my other hand. Covering them with silky juices was easy and then I'd slowly caress my clit stroking it back and forth. The erotic sexual tingling would spread through my clit with each stroke giving me waves and waves of pleasure. I marveled in the feel of both holes squeezing and milking my fingers.

Memories of cum flowing from my pussy and soaking my fingers drew me quickly to the edge. I desperately wanted to beg Becky to stretch both my holes but was too embarrassed or ashamed to beg Cindy for the pleasure of having both holes penetrated.

The stroking on my clit and the fantasies of having my pussy and behind penetrated forced me hard and fast to the end of my resistance. I couldn't resist any longer, the pounding in my clit consumed me. My lips were swollen spreading them wide my clit was huge, swollen past the protective folds of skin. I forced myself to take it slow. I slid my fingers up towards my clit.

"Don't touch it," Cindy said.

Startled from the haze of need, I paused confused and frustrated. My clit was pounding now to the point of pain. Each painful throb a mixture of sexual anguish I slid my silky wet fingers over my clit from the bottom to the top. I was washed away in a wave of intense pleasure. It felt so good to smear my juices around and over my clit.

Parting my fingers, I slid one on each side of my clit then squeezed them together. Down and back, I pumped my hand, my fingers squeezing and stroking my clit at the same time. Like a wave cum built in my pussy. A stream of milky juices leaked from my pussy and trailed down to my behind. I was ready to cum and two more swipes across my clit would send my pussy exploding.

"STOP!" Cindy yelled.

She scared me to death, well not death but almost. I froze with my fingers pressed against my clit. I could feel my clit pressing against my finger tips, pounding furiously.

"I told you not to touch your clit didn't I?" Cindy demanded.

I nodded my head in response.

"What?" Cindy asked. "I demanded an answer and heard nothing. Now, I told you not to touch your clit didn't?"

This time I made sure I answered her right. "Yes, ma’am," I whispered.

“That's right I told you not to touch it, but you disobeyed me didn't you?"

"Yes ma’am," I admitted. I hadn't stopped when she told me to.

"Get up and bend over my desk," Cindy commanded.

I was torn between a need to get the heck out of this bizarre dream and the pounding ache in my clit. No surprise, my clit won. I bent over Cindy's desk laying my cheek against the cold wood. It felt good to have my swollen breasts crushed against it.

Stepping behind me, Cindy kicked each leg out, spreading my legs wide. Her hand cupped my pussy and squeezed. The pressure on my clit brought me to the edge again, I tensed feeling the wave prepare to crash. Cindy released my pussy and slid her finger along my lips up to the opening of my pussy. She teased just inside, enough to make me crazy but not enough too fill the empty ache inside.

Her finger coated with my juices she then slid it up to the opening of my behind. It swirled around the puckered entrance, coating me, getting me wet and slick. Her finger slid into the opening forcing my muscles to spread and let her use me. Another finger joined the first then another.

I groaned as three fingers penetrated my behind. I'd used one finger when I'd masturbated and it felt good, very good. This was so much more than I'd ever had, it hurt some but it felt good too. A moan escaped me and in response she pulled her fingers from me. I waited, throbbing, anticipating the next move.

My bottom exploded in pain, a burning searing pain. The first contact between her hand and the cheeks of my butt made me scream. I lay there stunned for a second.

"Scream again and I'll gag you and spank you harder," Cindy said.

This interesting, kind of fun experience just turned into something not so fun. My butt stung like crazy and the air in the office blowing across it made it worse. Again pain exploded as Cindy's hand came down on my behind. I clenched my teeth and kept my mouth shut, my screams muffled.

After the fifth swat she stopped. My behind was on fire. The burning sting of Cindy's hand landed next on my pussy. I tried to close my legs but she held me spread open I'd been exposed to my very first spankings, three spankings on my virgin pussy.

I lay slumped on her desk panting and crying. I knew if I could just get through this I'd get away from this crazy woman and go home to my parents.

Becky stood behind me gently caressing my flaming pussy. "Do you understand now what I meant when I told you you'd be punished?"

"Yes mistress," I sobbed.

"Good girl," she said.

Her fingers trailed over my lips up to my burning cheeks, the tips of them teasing my tormented flesh. The caress felt soothing, taking away some of the sting but not enough to erase the fire.

I felt utterly humiliated. Even as a child, my parents had never spanked me, not even by my nanny. I'd always been a very good child. Now as an adult I was bent over my boss's desk and not only is my butt stinging from a spanking, my pussy is too. I couldn't stop the flow of tears from my eyes.

End Chapter One

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