The First Day

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting my blouse for what felt like the hundredth time. The outfit I’d chosen for my first day—black pencil skirt, white lace style blouse, my black collar, stockings—was business-appropriate, but I knew exactly what I was doing. The skirt hugged my hips in all the right places, and the blouse was just sheer enough to hint at the lace beneath. It was professional, yet seductive. I wanted Mark to notice, to feel that spark between us the moment we saw each other in the office.

Andrew hadn’t said much that morning. He kissed me quickly before heading off to his office, still bitter about my decision to work. I’d told him that I wanted to feel useful, to do something more with my time, but the truth was, I was doing this for me—and Mark. The thought of being so close to him during the day, of catching secret glances across the office, sent a thrill coursing through me. This was about more than a job. It was about deepening the connection I already had with my master.

As I entered the office building, the usual hum of corporate life surrounded me—the clicking of keyboards, the murmur of conversations. I made my way to the operations department, feeling the weight of eyes on me as I walked. People were curious about the new hire, but I knew there was more to it. There was always more. They saw a confident woman stepping into a new role. They had no idea about the world I was stepping into.

My desk was in a quiet corner, away from the hustle and bustle, close to Mark’s office but just far enough to keep up appearances. I settled into my chair, took a breath, and logged into the system. The routine of it almost felt grounding—until my phone buzzed. I glanced down at the screen, knowing exactly who it was before I even read the message.

"Come to my office at 10. Don’t knock. Just enter."

My pulse quickened. It was 9:45 now. Fifteen minutes. A small part of me felt nervous, but most of me was buzzing with anticipation. This wasn’t just some casual visit to a colleague's office. This was an invitation, a summons from my master. My thighs pressed together involuntarily as I thought of what could happen in that office, behind his closed door.

Time moved agonizingly slow, but finally, it was 10 a.m. I smoothed my skirt, stood up, and made my way down the hall. My heart pounded louder with each step. The office felt larger, colder, and yet the thought of Mark—what awaited me—made me feel warm. Alive.

I didn’t hesitate. As instructed, I pushed open the door to his office without knocking, quietly closing it behind me. The world outside the room seemed to vanish. It was just me and Mark.

He sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, his eyes locked on mine the moment I walked in. There was a slow, knowing smile on his lips. He didn’t need to say anything. The tension between us, the unspoken connection we’d built over the last few months, was thick in the air.

“Lock the door,” he said, his voice calm, controlled.

I obeyed without a word, the soft click of the lock sounding like a signal to my body, my mind already slipping into submission. This wasn’t just a job interview anymore. This was where our real relationship lived, hidden in the shadows of this building, between whispers and closed doors.

Mark stood up, moving around his desk with that same confident stride that had first drawn me to him. He towered over me, his eyes drinking in every detail of my appearance. His hand reached out, fingers brushing along the edge of my blouse, the delicate fabric barely containing what lay beneath. The heat of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, making me acutely aware of how wet I already was, and how much I needed this.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he murmured, his lips so close to my ear I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Waiting for you to start here so I can use you , knowing exactly what you are. What you’ve become.”

I felt my breath hitch. His words, his presence, it all overwhelmed me most deliciously. There was something dangerous, thrilling, about this moment. Being in his office, just a few feet away from the rest of the world, but so removed from it all. This was our space. His space. I was here because he had brought me here because I belonged to him.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, barely recognizing my voice. “Do whatever you want with me.”

His smile widened, dark and full of intent. Without warning, he turned me around and pressed me against the edge of his desk. The cool wood met my thighs as he lifted my skirt, his hands exploring the lace of my panties before sliding them down, exposing my ass to him. His fingers found their way between my legs, teasing, testing how ready I was for him.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. His fingers slid inside me, making me gasp as he explored me with deliberate slowness. I clenched my hands on the edge of the desk, my entire body trembling under his touch. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, suppressing the moans that threatened to escape. There were people just outside. Someone could knock any second.

But that only made it better.

Mark teased me, keeping me on edge, never letting me reach the release my body craved. When he finally pulled his fingers away, I felt my legs shake with the effort of holding myself together. He spun me around to face him, his eyes dark with desire as he unzipped his pants.

“On your knees,” he commanded.

I sank to the floor without hesitation, my hands reaching for his cock, already throbbing and hard in my palm. I wasted no time, taking him into my mouth, sliding my lips down his shaft, tasting him, and feeling his pulse under my tongue. He groaned above me, his hands gripping my hair as I worked him deeper, faster.

“Good girl,” he growled, and the praise sent another rush of arousal through me.

The power dynamic, the raw control he had over me, even here in his office, made me feel more alive than I ever had. Even in my submission, I felt powerful, knowing I could drive him wild, and make him lose control.

His grip tightened in my hair as he thrust into my mouth, harder, faster, his breaths becoming ragged. I moaned around him, savouring the feeling of his cock filling me, the sound of his pleasure pushing me further. He was close. I could feel it. I wanted to take all of him, to swallow my master's cum.

But just as I thought he was about to come, he pulled me off him, his cock slick with my saliva.

“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust.

I stood, my legs weak, my body trembling with need. Mark turned me around again, bending me over the desk. I braced myself, knowing what was coming, and when he thrust into me—hard, fast—I gasped, the sudden fullness making my entire body shake.

He didn’t hold back. Mark fucked me as he owned me, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me, each thrust harder than the last. The sound of our bodies slamming together filled the office, mixing with the quiet hum of the world just outside. It was reckless, raw, and perfect.

“You’re mine,” Mark growled, his breath hot against my neck. “Don’t ever forget that.”

I couldn’t respond, my voice lost in the overwhelming sensation of his cock pounding into me, the pleasure building inside me until it was too much. I came hard, my entire body trembling as waves of ecstasy crashed over me, leaving me gasping for breath.

Moments later, I felt him tense behind me, his grip tightening as he came, his spunk flooding the inside of my pussy. I collapsed against the desk, my legs shaking, my heart racing as the final shudders of pleasure coursed through me.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound was our heavy breathing. Then Mark pulled out, his cum already starting to drip down my thighs. I quickly scooped up the cum running down my legs and licked my fingers to get my fix like a crack addict, but my addiction wasn’t crack, it was my master’s cum. I stuffed two fingers up my pussy and they came out coated in cum and I lovingly licked and sucked them clean. I stood, my body weak but my mind buzzing with satisfaction.

I quickly pulled my panties back up. As I adjusted my skirt, preparing to leave Mark's office, he stepped back toward his desk with a sly grin, reaching into one of the drawers. My heart raced as I watched him, knowing that whatever came next would push me even deeper into his control. From the drawer, he pulled out a black sports water bottle, filled almost to the brim with a warm, golden liquid. My breath caught in my throat.

Mark handed it to me, his eyes gleaming with amusement and command. "A little something extra for you today," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Drink it when you're alone. Remember who you belong to."

The bottle felt heavy in my hand, a tangible reminder of my submission. My pulse quickened as I imagined myself later, in the privacy of my home, drinking from it—taking him inside me in yet another way. I swallowed hard, nodding, feeling the flush of heat between my thighs at the thought of what I would do with his gift. “Yes, Sir,” I replied, a small smile playing on my lips as I left his office, the dull hum of the workplace swallowing me up again.

No one had any idea what had just happened. To them, I was just another new hire. But I knew better. This job wasn’t about fitting into Andrew’s world. It was about living in Mark’s world, following his rules, and serving his needs. And I couldn’t wait for the next time he summoned me.