Michael is your average office worker with a secret. Not only is he a part of the BDSM community, he is actively seeking for a female dominant to pursue a strict dominant-submissive relationship with. You just so happen to be the woman he chooses.
hi reader! couple of things, i know this chapter took me way longer to publish.. sometimes art just takes time y'know? anyway, after all the buildup, this chapter finally has some action in it. i had fun writing it, so hopefully you have fun reading it. i will say that as a warning, this chapter is 2x as long as my previous chapters... so.. yeah! let me know if you want to be added to my taglist. also, thank you to @dreamymjj for helping me out with this one. ily diva! + thank you @bvtterfliess for your help as well, you're the best!!
tags:
office worker au, submissive!michael, dominant!female reader, pet play, female masturbation, dacryphilia if you squint, masochism, sadism, bondage, eventual smut, complicated relationship etc.
Unfortunately, things were awkward between you and Michael. As soon as you saw him on that dreadful Monday morning, there was tension. You smiled softly and greeted him with a "good morning", but all he could do in response was give you a tight-lipped smile. He immediately looked away, and you felt a slight pang in your chest. This wasn't something you wanted to happen right after being off from work for the few days you were. You were already stressed and anxious from almost being fired, so this just added onto what you were feeling.
Your lips pursed, and you looked away from him, wondering what was going through his head. Was it really that bad that you said no to being his mistress? He said he wouldn't bring it up, but it sure did feel like this was something that needed to be discussed again to clear the air. You just weren't sure how to go about it. You needed time. If only you didn't have to work with him.
Shaking these thoughts and burdensome feelings away, you went on with your day, trying your hardest to focus and bring up the quality of your work. You could not let something like some tension at work affect your performance again. It wasn't like you had a choice anyway. Being that you lived alone, you desperately needed this job to sustain yourself.
It was quiet enough in the office, aside from the noise of your coworkers typing away at their keyboards, that you were able to focus. It didn't take long before you noticed that Michael wasn't humming nor singing like he normally did. Part of this upset you. You didn't like that there was tension, that all because you said no, things were different, off-putting. Just as you were about to spiral into another cycle of drowning in your own thoughts and feelings, you caught yourself. Focus, [your name].
Luckily for you, your brain complied. You were once again back to being an efficient worker. Perhaps your boss was right for once. The days you spent off were very much needed despite the brutal lack of funds your paycheck would soon feel.
Once lunchtime came around, you decided to take yourself out to avoid seeing Michael at the office. Giving yourself the much needed space, you ate outside at a nearby park, taking in the beauty of greenery and fresh air around you. Birds were flying away, and you could see a young couple arguing about god knows what in the distance. Based on their body language, you could tell that the young woman was mad at her partner and was talking down to him. She was standing, and he was sitting on a bench in front of her. He looked so sad, his shoulders hunched over as he stared up at her. You almost choked on your food as your imagination displayed Michael in that same way, belittled by the things you could be telling him. Part of you wanted to talk down to Michael in that way, to let him know that he shouldn't be treating you the way he was all because you said no.
Another part of you just wanted to talk down to Michael for the hell of it. You were already so stressed out with everything going on in your life, so naturally, being able to curse someone out sounded like a great stress reliever. For a second, you were reconsidering your answer, a hard "no" to being Michael's mistress. Should you say yes? You sighed to yourself. For the same reasons as before, you couldn't say yes just yet. You needed to weigh out the pros and cons of it all. A pro being that you could dominate a man, for one. Another pro being that the man you would be dominating was a tall, beautiful one at that. You really had to keep your feelings in check if you did decide to change your answer to a yes.
As attractive as you found him, you could not, under any circumstances, let yourself fall for him. The whole submissive-dominant relationship you were considering had to be strictly business. No feelings involved. You were beginning to think you could go through with this, especially since, based on your research, BDSM relationships were better, healthier, when said partners were not dating.
Before you knew it, you were back in the office, and you saw Michael. He avoided looking at you, and this made your fists clench at your sides. You were not going to let him treat you like this. You sat with your anger for the rest of the day, it bubbling up inside of you like a boiling pot of water. Surprisingly, the anger allowed you to work faster than before. You thought to yourself that maybe you should have gotten angry more often.
Once the day was over, you walked into Michael's space while he was sitting and gathering his things to leave. With your voice firm, you said, "We need to talk."
His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked like he was about to say something.
Something in you took over, and you interrupted him, "I have a gripe with you, Michael. So for God's sake, don't try to run away from this."
After hearing your words, his eyes widened as he looked up at you, his eyebrows immediately twisting into something that led you to believe he was actually sort of scared. You held back a smirk.
He nodded, seemingly unable to say anything in response to you. Your coworkers noticed the tension, and as they slowly began to trickle out of the office, they would glance over to you both and give a questioning look. Michael shifted nervously in his seat. You could see a shade of pink begin to creep up on his cheeks, this stirring up something inside of you. You weren't used to being so assertive with someone, especially not a man. However, with the way this man was treating you, this person you already technically had authority over due to your seniority, you were irritated. If he didn't want to talk about the situation so badly, why the hell was he making it a problem with his behavior towards you at work?
With all this in mind, and once everyone was gone, it was just you and Michael. You took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye as you spoke, "Michael. What is going on with you? You're avoiding me, treating me like I'm nothing to you. The least I deserve is some respect."
His gaze was focused on you, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. You crossed your arms and gave him an expecting look. "Well?" You said, your voice laced with irritation.
"I... I don't know what to say," Michael said, tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes. God, he looked so beautiful. His eyes were so big, so brown. The tears forming made the stars in them twinkle, and this made your heart skip a beat. You chose to ignore it.
You didn't mean to make him cry, but for some reason, part of you was glad he felt bad. He was the one who decided to ask you to be his mistress. He needed to be the one to deal with your answer and move on from it. Before you knew it, there was complete silence. Both of you were seemingly at a loss for words. Unfortunately, you did not think this through. You were upset, and all you knew was that you wanted Michael to apologize for treating you the way he did.
Your next words were softer as you were losing your confidence in approaching him the way you did. You sighed, "Look… All I want is an apology. And please stop ignoring me here at work. It's upsetting."
Michael dabbed at the tears in his eyes with the sleeve of his button-up. "Okay. I'm sorry." His voice was quiet, softer than normal. He was looking at the floor at this point.
You reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, and as soon as you did, his eyes widened, his gaze immediately locking onto yours. You could feel your heartbeat racing. This made you break eye contact with him. You told yourself to ignore whatever the hell was happening to you. You had to, for your own sake. "Thank you," you said, moving your hand away from his shoulder immediately after.
"I'm also sorry… for… y'know… making you cry," you uttered, your voice just as quiet as his.
"It's okay. You were understandably upset," Michael said, his voice back to normal. Your eyes slowly met his again, and you saw he was smiling at you. He didn't have to say much for you to see just how sincere he was. You could simply feel it.
You gently smiled back at him. "Thank you. Really."
"Of course, [your name]." Michael said, his voice sweet like honey. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from smiling at the sound of him saying your name the way he did. Instead of lingering on the thought for too long, you decided to change the direction of the conversation.
"So… Michael. Why did you decide to order a dog collar… and why have it be shipped to the office?" You asked without a second thought.
Michael's breath hitched, the look on his face being pure terror. He was speechless.
"Was that too much?" You asked, slightly concerned about the look on his face. Your curiosity and occasional brashness had gotten to you. Maybe you should just stop the conversation right then and there. Wouldn't it make things more awkward if you walked away now though? Before your mind continued racing with these kinds of thoughts, Michael spoke up.
"Well… a little. But it's fine," he sighed,"I know I said I wouldn't bring this up, but since we're on the subject of it, I suppose I could dance around the topic."
At this point, you could sense he was nervous. He was shifting in his seat, his gaze unfocused, and his cheeks tinted pink yet again. Part of you enjoyed seeing him like this, an embarrassed mess. You tried to stop yourself from smiling as he spoke.
"I ordered one for my own personal use and in hopes of using it with a mistress," he said, his voice shaking as his knee bounced up and down, "I had it shipped to the office because my mom lives with me and I didn't want her going through my mail like she usually does."
You didn't expect him to be so open, so honest. It was quiet for a moment. You understood what he said, but you just weren't sure of how to ease into what you really wanted to say. You wanted to tell him that you liked the idea of being his mistress, someone that had complete control over him. Seeing him almost cry and blush like crazy around you had you feeling like you were about to lose control. You liked that these reactions he was having were because of you. You wanted to make more of them happen, and the only sensible way of doing that would have to be through being his mistress.
Rather than saying something inappropriately overt like you just had, you took a moment to think. Michael looked at you and tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowed.
"[Your name], what are you–" he said, but you quickly interrupted.
"Shh. I'm thinking," you whispered. Michael immediately closed his mouth and stared at you, eyes wide open. Being the center of attention in this moment made you a bit uncomfortable, so, on instinct, you turned your back to him, crossing your arms as you did so.
Within seconds, you turned on your heels and loosely grabbed the tie he was wearing. He raised an eyebrow at you. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, you blurted out, "Take this off and blindfold yourself with it."
His eyebrows immediately furrowed at this. You studied his face for a moment. Hints of confusion mixed with curiosity were conveyed to you. His eyebrows stayed the same as he cautiously undid the knot that held his tie together.
You grew impatient with how slow he was going, so, without much thought, you moved his hands aside and sped up the process. His breath hitched yet again, and you could feel his eyes on you. You bit your lip to hold yourself together.
Being this close to Michael wasn't easy for you. You could smell his cologne and the product he used in his hair. Hints of flowers and his musk hit you. It was delectable to say the least. You bit your lip even harder, trying to prevent yourself from feeling some sort of way about what was filling your senses. Your focus was on the task you had given yourself: test out the waters with domination.
You tried your best to come off as stoic, your bottom lip aching from being bit so hard by this point. Part of you was afraid Michael wouldn't let you continue. Another part of you was purely excited by the idea you held in the front of your mind. Your heart was beating hard as you took the soft, black tie in your hands and made your way behind Michael, still sitting in his chair.
He began to turn his head around towards you, but before he could look at you, you assertively said, "Keep your eyes ahead of you, Michael."
There was no verbal response, his obedience showing itself immediately. You were smirking while tying the knot behind his head. His hair grazed against your fingers, and this gave you chills. All you wanted to do was run your fingers through it. If only…
You shook away the impulse, the mere idea of it. You had to control yourself. Continuing on with the task at hand, you made sure the knot was secure and that he couldn't peek through the edges to get a glimpse of what was happening. Once you were sure he couldn't see anything, you crossed your arms and held them there for a moment.
Your mind was blank. What the hell were you supposed to do? Your only idea was vague and incomplete, and you awkwardly shifted in place as you felt unsure of what step to take next.
"You don't know what to do, right?" Michael said, voice soft and tone slightly concerned.
You hummed in agreement, feeling your face get hot from the embarrassment of the situation.
"It's okay, [your name]," he said. Since his eyes were covered, it was hard to tell what he was thinking and how he was feeling.
You wished you had done more research before this moment. Of course, you just had to take action based off your own impulses. Just before you continued on your own self-deprecating cycle of thoughts, Michael cleared his throat, snapping you back to reality.
He raised his hands and moved them towards the back of his head. Your eyes widened, and you quickly reached out so as to prevent him from untying the knot. Your hands ended up on his, and your heart skipped a beat. His skin was warm and soft, and yet again, being close to him enveloped you in that enticing scent of florals and his musk. You bit your lip again, not wanting to let yourself feel anything but pain in that moment. You winced, and soon after, the taste of your own blood hit you.
"Are you okay?" Michael said, his hands immediately untying the knot that held the tie over his eyes. The tie fell to the floor, and Michael looked at you with his eyebrows scrunched in concern.
"Yeah, I'm okay," you said, quickly wiping the blood away with the back of your hand.
"You say that, but you're bleeding." His voice was low. You looked over his face, and you noticed a darkness in his eyes as he seemed to be looking at your lips. This made you nervously shift in place while your heart rate began to speed up.
"I'm… fine." Your voice was shaky, clearly displaying the physical reaction you were having. You cleared your throat, hoping that your next words wouldn't betray you. Michael tilted his head at you, confusion riddling his face.
"Are you sure, because–" Before he could finish, you raised a finger over his lips and shushed him. His eyes widened, and you noticed a pink hue began to show itself on his cheeks. For a brief moment, you smirked at this. You liked the fact that you were making him nervous with simple things like your touch. This gave you an idea.
"Michael. Won't you be a dear and pick up your tie for me?" You said, a sudden confidence taking over you.
He raised an eyebrow at you. "[Your name]... I thought that–"
"Shh. Just do as you're told," you said, your voice low and commanding.
As he hesitated, you gave him a stern look. You weren't too sure on how to be a dominant just yet, but based on the way he was responding to you, it seemed like you were on the right track. He swiftly picked up the tie and handed it over to you. You took it from him and took a step closer to him.
You tried your best not to overthink the situation as you let your assertive side take over. The desire to have him obeying your every command, to see him submit himself completely to you, was taking over. Your eyes darkened, and you leaned over to invade his personal space. His doe eyes widened, and you smirked at this. There was little space between the two of you, his face mere centimeters away from yours. You could feel his ragged breath against your lips, his scent enveloping you almost immediately. It almost made you dizzy, but you held yourself together.
"Remember how you asked me to be your mistress?" You said, your voice surprisingly steady.
He nodded at your question, and no words came out of him in response. His cheeks were visibly pink, and you could hear his foot tapping on the floor beneath you. You chuckled softly at this.
"This is me testing out that position," you whispered. All Michael could do was nod, his cheeks becoming redder by the second.
Without any more words from neither you nor him, you wrapped the tie over his eyes once again. You tried your best not to let any sort of physical reaction occur. Unfortunately, the only thing you could not control was your heart rate. You paid little mind to it.
Once the knot was tied behind his head, you walked over to the front of him. The clicking of your heels and the tapping of his foot was the only thing that could be heard. You saw him lick and bite his bottom lip, this making you bite your own. Despite your brain telling you to tread carefully, you gave in to your impulses.
You gently grabbed onto his chin, and he visibly shivered. His skin was so soft and warm. You couldn't help but touch more of it, more of him. You dragged your fingers along the side of his neck, and he let out a gasp. His reactions made you want to push it even further, so you did just that.
Your hand made its way to his curls, your fingers slowly running through them. They were very soft, and out of instinct, you raised your other hand to do the same. Before you knew it, you were caressing his hair with both hands. He let out a soft moan, and you bit your lip harder than ever so as to hold back any reaction that might come out of you. Of course, more blood came out, but because of how focused you were on controlling yourself, you didn't react much to any of it. You licked the blood away and decided you had enough. You made your decision then and there. After untying the knot behind his head, you looked him in the eye.
His eyes were darkened, and he was breathing deep, ragged breaths as he held eye contact with you. You wanted to melt underneath his stare, but you told yourself you needed to appear stoic, as if nothing affected you.
"I've decided. I have changed my mind. I am saying yes to being your mistress now," you firmly declared.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel forced to do anything, [your name]," he said, his voice deeper than usual. It was almost as if it was laced with… lust? You glanced over his body, and your eyes slightly widened at the obvious bulge that sat between his legs. He shifted in his seat, his hands immediately covering what you were previously focused on.
You wanted to say something to address the elephant in the room, but before you could, he cleared his throat and said, "I want you to do this for you."
"I am doing this for me. It's fun seeing your reaction to my actions," you said through a smirk. You were referring to what you had just seen, but you figured it was too subtle of a remark for him to notice.
"Okay, then it's settled. You're my mistress now," he said, completely oblivious to the reference you had just made. He bit his lip, a smirk forming on his lips.
"Wait, don't we need a contract of some sort?" You said as your eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Yes, we do. Does Mistress have one ready, or does she need some time to create one?" He asked, his voice going back to its normal softness.
"Right… I… I'll have to create one for us," you said, your voice going quiet as your gaze shifted away from his. Your heart began to race again at the sound of being called his mistress. Just hearing him address you in such a way made blood flow to where you didn't expect it to.
You cleared your throat, an attempt at distracting yourself from your physiological reaction to the whole situation. You realized you had a lot of work to do. Perhaps you could make your life easier by looking for a premade contract of some sort.
"I'll get to it tonight. Give me some time, and I'll get back to you on this, m'kay?" You said, your eyes now locked on his. He smiled and nodded at you.
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While on your way home, you made a stop at the mall to look for a pair of glasses that would suit Michael. You stumbled upon a pair that consisted of narrow lenses and a thin, silver-wired frame. This would act as a signal of submission for Michael while in the office. You thought that he could wear it when he was okay with and was needing some of your guidance as a mistress.
As soon as you were home, you looked for a contract online. After skimming over one that seemed decent enough for the two of you, you printed it out for signature's sake. Once that was ready, you decided to do some more research on being a dominant in a dom-sub relationship.
According to those who actively pursue such relationships, you were to act calm and confident at all times, especially during a session with your submissive. You could not let your feelings get to you. This meant that if you felt nervous, you couldn't show it. If you felt angry, you had to remain calm. It was not only for the sake of keeping control over your partner, it was also for safety purposes. Part of you felt tense at the thought of having to suppress yourself so much, but perhaps there were ways you could at least have some sort of breather.
Then, you found out about safewords. You had to decide on a word to use, and it had to be something you were sure neither of you would use on a normal basis. You looked up examples, and you landed on something called the "traffic light system". You were to use 3 words that determined the next step in the session.
Green meant that things were great and that you could continue. Yellow meant that things were not so great and that you should proceed with caution. Red meant that you needed to completely stop what you were doing and change something immediately. You printed out the article you were looking at and decided to attach that to the contract you previously printed out.
Having this system in mind made you feel at ease. This and the contract made you feel ready to begin a session with Michael. You made sure to leave the documents and the glasses you bought in a place where you wouldn't forget about in the morning, and then, you quickly got ready for bed.
Right before you were about to sleep, your mind wandered onto the impromptu session you had with Michael. Seeing him practically squirm at your touch, and hearing him moan in response did things to you. As much as you tried to push away everything you were beginning to feel, you couldn't help but want to let go.
He was your coworker, and you told yourself that you needed to keep him at a distance. No matter how sweet and attractive he was, you could not let yourself fall for him. For starters, you were tired of people breaking your heart every time you let them in. Secondly, you were coworkers and dating a coworker was something you promised yourself you would never do. Now, being in a relationship that was strictly under the confines of BDSM was different. You didn't need to date your partner nor did you have to have sex with them. Not that sex was off-limits for you, but you were just a bit scared of what sex with him might do to you.
It was getting late, and you told yourself to stop overthinking and to go to sleep. As you closed your eyes, your mind betrayed you. The observation you made of Michael's arousal made its way to the front of your mind. The sounds he made, the way he bit his lip, the bulge in between his legs. It was so clear in your mind as it replayed over and over until you found yourself clenching around nothing. You bit your lip. The throbbing between your legs made itself known, and soon enough, you found yourself reaching into your underwear without another thought.
Your lips were slick with your own wetness, this making you gasp. How were you already so wet? You traced a finger along your slit, and you let out a soft moan. The thought of Michael's long fingers touching you the way you were touching yourself made its way into your mind. You were aching for his touch. Yours would have to suffice.
You began to touch your clit, stroking it just like how you liked it. Your moans were filling the air as you rubbed your fingertips over the sensitive spot repeatedly. After some time, you inserted your already curled fingers into yourself. You let out a whiny moan at the pleasure. Your fingers began to stimulate the spot you loved touching the most, and before you knew it, your moans were loud and desperate. You wanted Michael to be touching you at that moment. You needed him.
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You yawned as you made your way to work. The night before was definitely something. You weren't sure how you were going to face Michael after just having touched yourself to the thought of him. Your tiredness made your mind fuzzy, so as soon as you saw Michael, all you could do was smile at him.
"Good morning, [your name]," he said, cheerful as ever. He was so cute.
"Good morning, Michael," you said, your voice hoarse with sleep. You cleared your throat, "Sorry, late night."
"It's okay. Me too, honestly," he said, his cheeks tinged with a mild shade of pink. You noticed this, wondering if he did the same thing you did last night. For a moment, you imagined him touching himself. Your eyes widened and you immediately choked on your own saliva.
As you coughed, he asked if you were okay. You nodded and continued to cough while clearing your throat. Your face felt hot from the embarrassment of it all.
You quickly sat at your desk, hoping to be hidden from his sight for just a little while. Thankfully, he let you be and began to type away at his keyboard like normal. Quietly sighing a sigh of relief, you settled into your workspace and focused on the work you needed to complete.
Before you knew it, the morning was over and your lunch break was here. You stood up and immediately walked over to Michael.
"Wanna grab lunch with me?" You asked, smiling softly at him.
"I was just about to ask you," Michael chuckled. This made your smile grow wider.
You both went out to a food truck at the park nearby as it was the quickest thing you could think of. It was like you both understood the need to be fast so as to make time to discuss the important matter at hand.
Once you both had your food, you sat at one of the tables that was empty. You were grateful that none of your coworkers were eating at the same food truck today.
"Okay, so… do you wanna talk about the contract?" You asked, your voice hushed since you were in public.
"Yes. Did you make one?" Michael asked before he took a bite of his food.
"I found one that seemed to suit our needs. You're welcome to look over it," you said as you pulled out the contract from your bag.
It was only a few pages long, so it was an easy read for the both of you. You passed it to him, and he took it from you to read it in silence. You were focused on him as he read, and you could feel your heart rate speed up. He looked so pretty in the afternoon sun. The way his brown skin glowed in the sunlight, and the way his dark curls fell onto his shoulders was so delicate, so mesmerizing. Your gaze then moved to his hands, specifically his fingers. The way he was holding the papers you just handed him made you shift in your seat. You were briefly reminded of the fact that you had touched yourself to the thought of him fingering you, and just as you expected, your face heated up almost immediately. You told yourself you needed to remain calm around him. You bit your bottom lip, trying your best to distract yourself with pain.
"It says that, "If and when the Mistress and submissive have sex…" are we having sex?" Michael said, his voice no louder than a whisper as he spoke.
You felt your face heat up at what he just said before reminding yourself that you needed to remain calm at all costs. You took a deep breath and said, "I found this on the internet, and I had only skimmed through it. I apologize for that. We can have sex if both of us consent to it."
You couldn't believe you were discussing potentially having sex with Michael. As much as you wanted to shout out what you were thinking and feeling, you knew you couldn't. Not when you weren't sure what he was thinking yet. He was quiet, seemingly deep in thought as his eyes were still focused on the document in his hand.
"Hm… okay. I'm fine with that," he said after a few agonizingly quiet moments.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. He was fine with having sex with you. You wanted to pounce on him then and there, but you knew you needed to contain yourself. You let him read the rest of the contract and the relevant article. His eyebrows went through all sorts of movements while he read. They furrowed together in concentration, and then, they raised in surprise. You had previously skimmed through the contract yourself, so you weren't too surprised by his reactions. It mentioned things like female worship, orgasm denial, punishments, aftercare, the minimum number of sessions you should have in a week, and essentially all the things you expected from a BDSM contract.
After a while, Michael seemed to be done reading. He placed the document on the table, and within a matter of seconds, he was signing the contract without question. You raised an eyebrow at him.
"You don't have any more questions for me?" You said, a hint of concern in your voice.
"No. It was well-written, and it seemed appropriate for the sort of relationship we will be having," he said matter-of-factly. He looked at you, his doe-like eyes taking the sight of you in. You tried your hardest not to react as you felt your heartrate speed up yet again.
"Okay. Please pass the contract over to me," you said, your voice soft with a hint of sternness in it.
"Yes Mistress," he smiled as he slid the document over to you. He gently handed you the pen in his hand, and you smiled at him.
"Good boy," you said without much thought. His smile immediately disappeared as he bit his lip. You looked into his eyes and saw a familiar darkness in them. You made a mental note to keep calling him that whenever he obeyed you.
"Okay, Michael. Give me a few minutes while I read over this again," you murmured. You skimmed over it all again, and it almost made you blush. Before you could have any sort of reaction to reading the part that he questioned earlier, you bit your lip hard. You were to remain calm at all times.
You proceeded to sign the contract and placed it back in your bag for keepsake. Just as you were about to close your bag, you saw the glasses case sitting inside. "Oh, I almost forgot. Here's this," you said.
Michael took the case from you and opened it without hesitation. "What are these for?" He said as he tilted his head in curiosity.
"Think of them as a green-light for power play in the office. If you need Mistress to guide you or instruct you, you'll put on the glasses as a signal to me," you said plainly.
"Okay. Thank you, Mistress," he said, his voice soft as he bashfully smiled at you. He then put on the glasses and bit his lip, looking at you expectantly.
"You're welcome. Now, help me clean up so we can go back to work," you responded, your voice firm.
"Yes Mistress," he replied before immediately standing up and gathering both his and your trash together to throw away for you. This was going to be interesting.
"Before we go back to the office, I have one thing to tell you," you said. His eyes widened at you. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Just please don't call me Mistress while we're in the office during working hours. I won't call you any pet names there either. We need to remain professional while working, m'kay?"
He nodded.
"Good boy," you whispered to him. His breath hitched, and you softly chuckled at this.
As the day continued, you passed notes to Michael asking him to perform work-appropriate tasks for you. He was very obedient, and this turned you on. You asked for a cup of coffee, and it was quickly given to you. You asked for him to bring some extra memo pads and pens, and he would show up with plenty just for you.
By the time you knew it, the day was over. You walked out of the office together, and you decided to walk in the park for a short while. It was quiet between you two until you said, "For our first session, I'd like for you to bring your dog collar. Does it come with a leash?"
"Yes Mistress," he replied.
"Okay, bring both the leash and the collar with you. Also, I think we should have a session tonight. Are you free?" You asked as you looked over to him.
"Yes, anything for you Mistress," he said through a soft smile.
"M'kay. Come over to my place at 8 o'clock sharp. Wear something nice, and don't be late," you said assertively. He nodded and hummed in agreement.
—---
As soon as it hit 8 o'clock, you heard a knock at the door. Right on time, just like you had asked for. This made you smile to yourself. You looked over yourself in the body-length mirror you had in your living room. Your favorite red lipstick was painted over your lips, and your favorite A-line black dress hugged your waist in the perfect way. You felt beautiful.
You walked over to open the door, and there Michael was. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt that was tucked into high-waisted, black slacks along with a belt that accentuated his waist. His hair was half-up, half-down, and he held his hands behind his back. He looked absolutely gorgeous.
"Hello, Mistress. You look amazing," he said, his eyes scanning over your face and body, "May I come inside?"
You smiled at how kind and polite he was. Typical Michael. "Thank you, and of course, come in," you said as you smiled fondly at him. You figured it was okay for you to show at least some emotion, especially if that emotion was a positive one. You moved aside to let him walk in.
"You're welcome," he beamed at you as he made his way inside. "Thank you for welcoming me into your home." You closed the door behind him. He moved his hands to the front of himself, and then, you saw it.
The dog collar and its respective leash were in his hands, and you felt yourself smirk at the sight of this. "Of course. You are welcome any time, Michael. Now, be a good boy and get on your knees for me," you said, voice soft yet firm.
"Yes, Mistress," he responded before immediately dropping to his knees. You slowly walked over to him and his eyes followed your every step. You gestured for him to hand over the collar and leash. He handed it to you, and you looked over it for a moment.
You had almost forgotten what it looked like. The name "Michael" engraved in the silver tag brought back the memory of the first time you laid eyes on it. You smiled to yourself.
It was time. You felt a bit nervous, but you tried your best to look calm. You squeezed the sides of the plastic buckle to open the collar, and soon after, you stepped closer to him and bent over to wrap it around his neck, taking care to make sure his hair wasn't stuck under the collar. You inserted one side of the buckle into the other and secured the collar onto him. Since the leash was already clasped to the collar, you took hold of it and brought the looped end of it to your dominant hand.
"Okay, Michael. I want you on your hands and knees while I guide you," you said, voice unwavering. You looked into his eyes as he placed his hands flat against the floor. His gaze was dark, his eyes piercing you momentarily. You turned away from him, partly to begin guiding him, but also, because you were afraid that if you looked into his eyes any longer, lust would consume every fiber of your being.
With the leash in hand, you walked him around your apartment's living room. You caught a glimpse of him in the mirror that sat in the corner, and seeing him crawl around like he was lesser than was quite an arousing sight. You bit your lip, but this unfortunately didn't stop the lust you were beginning to feel for him at that moment. You had already masturbated to the thought of him, so of course seeing him in your apartment like this would make you feel some kind of way.
You did a couple of laps around your living room, and each time you made it past the mirror, you couldn't help but stare with lust darkening your gaze each and every time.
At some point, you decided to sit on the couch. Michael crawled towards you, and his stare was otherworldly at this point. The way his dark brown eyes displayed his desire was something that came straight out of an erotic movie. He held eye contact with you, and you felt yourself throbbing at the tension.
Once he couldn't crawl any further, he stayed still, waiting for your next command.
It took everything in you to not fuck him right then and there.
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You did not mean for anyone to see what you were up to, and you especially did not mean for Michael to see what you were looking at. Your hands immediately covered your face, and you let out a sigh as you shook your head. Never again were you going to look at anything like this during work hours.
Just as you were about to eat in silence for the rest of your break, one of your coworkers stepped into the work area. This coworker began talking to you about nothing in particular, and as you were listening, you saw Michael at the doorway of the office space in the corner of your eye. You were close to interrupting the person speaking to you, but you didn't want to be rude. As you hesitated, Michael walked away. You internally sighed to yourself.
"What's wrong?" The coworker said, voice showing some concern.
"It's.. it's nothing." You said as you faked a smile at your coworker.
After your break, you went back to working as usual. Once Michael stepped into the workspace you normally occupied together, he smiled and waved at you. "Hey, [your name], how was your lunch?" His words were spoken softly, like he was testing the waters.
You tensed up at the sound and sight of him. A nervous chuckle left you before you said, "It was fine.. t-thanks for asking."
"Of course!" He smiled brightly at you. You sheepishly smiled back, unsure of where to look. Your eyes focused on nothing in particular as you thought of what to say. You wanted to be polite and continue the small talk, but you were just too caught up in the fact that he saw what you were watching. You were silent as you briefly made eye contact with him.
He raised an eyebrow at you. Should you have said something? Your face began to heat up, and you could feel your heart begin to pound in your chest. Think, [your name], think. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out.
"Are you okay?" He said, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.
"Y-yes, I'm fine," you whispered.
Michael pursed his lips, and his face still expressed worry for you. You looked away, guilt creeping up on you. Your body was tense once more, and you felt a lump in your throat. If only you could relax and bring up what was bothering you. You looked up at Michael again, and your stomach twisted as his expression remained the same.
"I… I'll be okay, don't worry." You uttered, your voice the tiniest bit louder this time. Michael mouthed an "okay" before sitting down and disappearing behind his computer monitor.
You quietly sighed and pushed your feelings away, not wanting to deal with any emotional reaction that might come out of you. After a few agonizingly quiet moments, Michael's usual singing and humming came back. This comforted you to some degree.
For the rest of the day, time felt like a drag. You typed away at your keyboard as did everyone else in the office. Despite it looking like you were focused, your mind was scattered. You thought about what Michael could be thinking. Was he embarrassed? Was he judging you? You had no idea, and it was killing you on the inside.
By the time the day ended, you asked Michael if you could talk to him. His eyebrows raised in concern yet again as he asked, "Is everything alright, [your name]?" Your body stiffened. Things weren't alright, but you were unsure of how to voice this.
"Actually… nevermind. I hope you have a good evening." Your words were soft and quiet as you looked over Michael's face. He was frowning. This made you break eye contact. You didn't like the fact that you were causing this kind of reaction in him, and all you wanted was to run away from it all.
"Oh, are you sure?" His voice was filled with worry.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll see you tomorrow," you stammered, your gaze unfocused. Before Michael could reply, you stood up and walked away. You could hear him wish you a good evening in the distance, and this made you feel worse. Your ears began to ring as tears were welling up. Why was it so hard for you to talk to him about this, to be normal? You felt so ashamed.
All Michael did was be nice, and you had to ruin it by being awkward and dismissive. These kinds of thoughts swarmed in your head as a few tears shed on your way home. You wished for the day to be over with already.
You spent the night thinking about how you should have acted, playing out scenarios in your head where you spoke up about the situation. In an ideal situation, you would have asked him if he had seen what you were watching. You would ask him why he walked away, and you would have hoped to have bonded over the fact that you are both into BDSM.
Granted, you assumed Michael was way more into it than you were, but it could have been this niche interest that could have made you both become friends to some extent. Maybe you could have learned a thing or two from Michael, in a platonic way. As attractive as he was, you had to continuously remind yourself that he was just a coworker and that it had to stay that way.
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The next day came, and as soon as Michael saw you, he smiled softly at you. He stepped closer to you and gently put a hand on your arm.
"Hey, [your name], feeling any better today?" He said, voice gentle and caring.
"Actually, no.." you bit your lip. His touch made you hold your breath.
"Aw, what's wrong?" Michael frowned.
"Well…" your gaze fell to the floor as you mustered up the courage to confess how you had been feeling. Despite not knowing you for too long, Michael was so kind to you. Part of you felt like you didn't deserve it, but you tried not to think about that too much for the sake of keeping your composure in front of him. You wanted to make things right, so you tried your best to express yourself.
"I.. I'm not sure how to explain myself. I know you saw-" As you were about to explain what was going on, your boss interjected as he walked into the workspace. He was usually late to work, so him being at the office early was odd to say the least.
"[Your name]! Come into my office. Now." His voice was laced with venom, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. You looked at Michael for a second. He looked scared for you. This couldn't be good.
As you quickly made your way to your boss's office, everything was moving in slow motion. Your body was tense, and your heart was practically beating out of your chest. You hated getting in trouble, and usually, the venomous tone of voice your boss used told you that you were about to get scolded.
Once you walked into the office, you stood there awkwardly, waiting for your boss to say something. He was reviewing some paperwork before he said, "Close the door."
Fuck, I'm screwed.
The few seconds of waiting for him to say something felt like an eternity. Your ears were hot, and your anxiety convinced you that you were about to lose your job.
"I was reviewing Michael's work, and I have to say, he's doing excellent. You know I rarely compliment people, but… you did a good job, [your name]." He said, his eyes still focused on the paperwork in front of him.
Just as you were about to let out a sigh of relief, he continued, his voice becoming stern, "However, your work… Well, it's been lacking for the past few days. Now, I know training someone can set you back, so I have taken that into consideration… Despite this, your lack of progress is just unacceptable. You're behind in many areas and…"
Your boss continued to speak on things like how behind you were becoming, and the more he spoke, the more your ears rang. You felt a lump in your throat begin to form. This wasn't anyone else's fault but yours. You let yourself get distracted with all these emotions, with Michael, and it was costing you your job. You bit your lip hard to prevent yourself from crying.
"...So with all that being said, I'm going to give you a few days off. Take the rest of the week. Clear your head, and please come back ready to work on Monday." Your boss tightly smiled at you. It was clear he was not happy with you.
"Sir, I understand that my work is not up to par right now, but I don't have any vacation time, I can't just-" You felt your face heat up, and your fists involuntarily clenched as your boss interrupted you once again.
"I can't say that I care, [your name]. I already spoke to Human Resources about this and they insisted you take some time off without pay. I'm sorry, but this is not up to me anymore." Your boss asserted.
"Okay," you said flatly, trying your best to hide your emotions. You wanted to lash out, to cry angrily and let the whole world know you were so done with this stupid job. Unfortunately, there was nothing you could do. Your pay was good, and your benefits at this job were far better than most. You continued to tolerate it.
As your boss shooed you away as always, you quickly turned on your heels and walked out of his office. You were biting your lip hard while you hastily grabbed all of your things and made your way out of the office space.
"[Your name], wait!" Michael shouted, his voice heard from somewhere behind you as you were walking away. You turned to him, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.
"I have to go. I'm sorry." You caught a glimpse of his face, and he looked so worried for you. You couldn't stand to look at him any longer and immediately turned back around, walking as fast as you could to get to your car.
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During the few unfortunate days you had off, you were very disappointed in yourself. How could you have let your work slip through your fingers? You thought you were doing just fine, but clearly, this was not the case. At least you didn't get fired, right?
You sighed to yourself. You didn't bother to look at anything BDSM related. You didn't even want to think about anything remotely related to Michael. It pained you to think of him since you had run away from him like he was nothing. Occasionally, his worried expression would randomly pop into your mind. Every time it did, you would frown. You hated when people felt bad for you, and you hated the fact that you made this wonderful person so concerned about you.
Just as you were about to sleep the night before you had to go back to work, you got a phone call from an unknown number. You normally didn't pick up calls from unknown numbers, but given that this number belonged to the same area code as yours, you figured it could have been a friend. You picked up the phone and heard a soft, "Hello?" on the other end. It was Michael. Your coworker must have given him your phone number.
Your eyes widened, and you were so close to hanging up. With your finger hovering over the red, end-call button, you hesitated.
"Hello, [your name]?" Michael spoke again, his words slurring slightly.
You felt bad, so you spoke up. "Michael.. are you… drunk?"
"Um," he hiccuped, "yes. I'm sorry. I meant to call you a few days ago, but I couldn't bring myself to do it until now." His voice was soft, shyness showing through his tone of voice.
"Oh… did you need something?" You said, your eyebrows furrowing. It was sort of cute that he was drunk-calling you, but you were tired. You were a little annoyed, but at the same time, you found yourself holding back a smile. Whatever, at least it's Michael of all people.
"Yes, I… wanted to talk to you. Is now an okay time?" Even drunk, Michael was still so kind, and he still sounded so shy. It took everything in you to not smile. You are not crushing on Michael, you are not crushing on Michael.
"Um. Sure, I guess?" You were unsure. Part of you wanted to sleep, but part of you also liked hearing his voice over the phone.
"I can always talk to you tomorrow if you're uncomfortable," Michael uttered, his voice becoming quiet.
"No, it's okay," you assured him, "What's on your mind?"
"Okay. Well… I was thinking about what you told me the other day, " he hesitated, "...the thing about you saying you saw me.. I'm assuming you were talking about the video you were watching?"
Your heart raced. Of course he wanted to talk about this. During the past few days, you avoided thinking about the way the conversation would have gone if you didn't get interrupted by your boss. You were scared. Silence lingered for a moment.
"[Your name]?" Michael asked, a touch of concern laced in his voice.
"Uh… yeah. I.. um.. wanted to ask you…" you took a deep breath in and exhaled, "I wanted to ask you why you walked away."
"Oh! It's because I didn't want to make you feel any more awkward than you might have already felt. I apologize for doing that and for staring at you without saying anything. I wasn't sure of what to say, so I just left," he said, his words so soft, so kind, and so close to making your heart skip a beat.
"I see…" you said. Unfortunately, that was the only thing you could say. You felt so awkward. Not because of him, but because of the fact that he really did see you watch that godforsaken video. If only you had just kept your research more private, then you wouldn't be in this mess.
"Yes, so… I was actually wondering…" Michael continued, his words still slurring somewhat, "are you… into that sort of stuff?"
Your eyes went wide once again. "Um! I… don't know how to answer that." Heat began to make its way to your cheeks.
"Maybe I'm asking too much. I'm sorry," Michael whispered.
"No, it's okay, really. It's just… well… I was doing some research." You said quietly. You were hesitant to talk about the truth, but because you had a desire to at least be Michael's friend, you pushed yourself.
"Oh, research on what exactly?" Michael asked, his interest seemingly piqued.
"BDSM…" You uttered, your voice wavering slightly. Your heart was pounding in your chest at this point. You couldn't believe you were talking about this with him.
"Hm… [your name]. So you didn't find it weird that I ordered a collar for myself?" Michael said, his voice sounding like he was smiling.
"Not really. I mean, if anything, it just made me curious." Your voice was a little louder this time as you slowly began to ease into the topic at hand.
"Curious… okay. [Your name]... I have a question for you." Michael's voice sounded a bit mischievous this time.
Your eyebrows furrowed yet again. "Okay, what is it?"
"Will you be my mistress?" He said, voice quiet and shy. You were unsure of what the word meant. You were silent as you quickly looked up the word. The internet mentioned something along the lines of a female dominant. It immediately clicked for you.
"Hello?" Michael spoke.
"Um… no. Sorry," you affirmed.
"Okay. I won't bring this up again. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. I'll see you at work tomorrow." His words weren't in the slightest bit slurred nor quiet this time.
Part of you wanted to say yes, to see what it was like to be his mistress of all things. However, you said no because you were scared. What if you messed up somewhere along the line and ended up ruining things between you and him? What if you ended up falling in love with him? There was no way you could take that sort of risk… right?
"You didn't make me uncomfortable. I'll see you tomorrow," you said, your voice unwavering. You hoped this didn't make things awkward between you two.
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Michael's cheeks were visibly red once your gaze moved back up to his face. You stared blankly at him as you slowly let go of the collar.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, "the package was on my desk, so I just opened it without thinking." You didn't know much about what the purpose of the collar was, but you knew it was something private that shouldn't be put on display at the office.
"It's okay," his voice was low, and his gaze averted from yours. He didn't say anything else as he gently took the collar from you. His expression was stoic, unusual from the relaxed and happy Michael you were used to. He looked so serious, his eyebrows scrunched together as the redness in his cheeks stayed persistent.
He took the collar and the box from you, and his eyes were still focused away from you. You watched him closely, wondering what he was thinking.
It was early, and thankfully, no one else was around to witness what happened. You had hoped that brought at least some sort of relief to him. For the rest of the day, Michael wasn't humming or singing to himself as usual. You felt so bad, but you weren't sure what to say.
Once the work day ended, he said goodbye in a soft tone. You noticed he still could not look you in the eye. You frowned and opened your mouth to try to say something comforting. Unfortunately, all you could muster out was a goodbye to him.
You went home while the whole ordeal was on your mind from the moment you said goodbye to the moment you stepped inside your apartment. Before you knew it, you were sitting at your laptop with Google open. You typed in the words, "human dog collar" and suddenly you saw images of different kinds of collars.
A particular image stood out to you. There were three collars stacked up together. One said, "fuck me". The second said, "slut", and the last had the words "yes daddy" on it. The words were in all caps and bedazzled, a prominent display of obscenity. Your eyes widened at this. You had no idea why someone would even wear a collar like that.
Michael, your coworker, was wearing collars with his name on it. You thought for a second that maybe it could be a fashion statement. However, if it was a fashion statement, why did he react the way he did?
Your curiosity got the best of you, and you ended up typing the question, "Why would someone wear a dog collar?" into the search bar. It led you to a page that was titled, "Collars in BDSM". You had heard of the abbreviation BDSM, but you were unsure of what it stood for. After clicking on and skimming over the webpage, the words "slave", "submissive", and "owned pet" stuck out to you.
Did this mean Michael was into BDSM, specifically into being some sort of sex slave? Your face felt hot. You had no idea that someone as sweet as Michael could be into something like that. No wonder he was so quiet.
You imagined him wearing the collar, and it made your heart race. You shook the thought away. This was your coworker, your really attractive coworker at that. You wondered if he wore the collar during sex. This made your face get even hotter, and you bit your lip. You told yourself that you really needed to stop thinking like this.
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The next day came, and he immediately smiled at you once you walked into the office. "Good morning, [your name]. How are you doing this morning?" He greeted you happily.
You were a bit shocked that he seemed so happy. He went from being this avoidant, quiet man back to a pleasant sweetheart. "Um, hello. I'm okay. How are you?" You had asked. Your mind flashed an image of the collar around his neck while he spoke.
"I'm great. Isn't it a wonderful day?" Michael grinned brightly. Your eyes widened slightly at the thought of him and that damn collar. It was going to take you a while to get that out of your head.
"I suppose," you said, the words dragging out for a little longer than you meant to. You felt awkward, but you begged your brain to allow you to behave normally. If Michael wanted to avoid the subject of yesterday's events altogether, then you were going to give him that grace.
You both continued on with your day. Michael's quiet singing and soft humming could be heard, and it made you smile to yourself. You still could not understand how he of all people could be into something like BDSM.
All you knew about BDSM was that there was some popular movie that everyone talked about years ago. It involved some girl getting whipped by some guy, and it sort of freaked you out. You never really looked deeper into it after that, but then, Michael showed up.
Michael, a man you were desperately trying to not develop a crush on, was into this very foreign thing that made you a little scared yet also a hell of a lot curious.
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You spent the night doing all kinds of research about BDSM. You learned that the abbreviation stood for the following: Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, Sadism, and Masochism. You weren't sure of what the words sadism and masochism meant, so you looked them up.
Sadism was a word that described someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain, and masochism was a word that described the opposite, someone who takes pleasure in experiencing pain. This made you even more curious about Michael. You wondered what he was into. Was he the type to enjoy pain, or was he the type to enjoy inflicting the pain? You then thought about all the other words in the abbreviation. Was he into all of that too? Clearly, the dog collar showed he leaned more towards the submissive side.
You looked up something along the lines of male submission, and you found out about female dominatrixes. Images of women dressed in all black and holding either a whip or some other stick that had strings on the end of it popped up.
With your interest piqued, you decided to watch an erotic video of a random female dominatrix. It involved her, and a man dressed in a full latex body suit. His ass was the only thing exposed. Your eyes widened. He was bent over a table, and he was getting hit with a paddle. He was moaning, and this excited you. Seeing the woman take over a man like that was so different, so intriguing.
It made you imagine Michael and yourself in that situation. All of a sudden, you were daydreaming about what it would be like to inflict pain on Michael like that. The idea still sort of freaked you out because you never wanted to hurt anyone. However, to think that there were people out there that enjoyed such pain being inflicted on them was something that made you all the more curious about Michael.
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At some point, you were back at the office and on your lunch break this time. Your whole morning involved you thinking of Michael's interests yet again. Out of curiosity, you googled BDSM and did some more reading on it.
In a safe-for-work blog you clicked on, there was a video of a masked girl holding a whip yet again. You looked around making sure no one was around and decided to watch said video. The camera panned out to show different instruments on a table. She said that each item could be used to inflict pain on your "sub". She seemed to have shortened the word submissive for some reason, like it was some sort of nickname for a submissive partner.
The girl in the video then held up the first item and showed a close up of the high-quality leather of this thing called a "flogger". It was a black stick that had strings hanging off the end of it. You had one earbud in while you watched the video, so no one could hear what she was talking about.
Your phone screen, however, was as clear as day to anyone who might walk near you. You heard a footstep, and your eyes widened. You clicked off the video and turned to see Michael eyeing you. He stared blankly at you. No smile, no greeting, just his brown, doe eyes darting back and forth between your phone and you. Before you could say anything, he walked away.
