Total Submission

Sharon left Karens place early so she could home and change her clothes. She had mixed emotions feeling both arousal and humiliation after the events of lastnight. As soon as she entered her sumptuous penthouse suite, she made haste towards her large bathroom where she showered herself thoroughly trying to wash away not only the stains and sweat from her body but also the shame from her submissiveness during her tryst with Karen. The hot water cascading onto her skin seemed to burn away layer after layer of embarrassment. Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in one of her silk dressing gowns and felt slightly more composed than when she first arrived back at her residence. She had some breakfast and then dressed and headed to the office. It wasn't easy pretending like nothing happened the night before especially when all she wanted was another taste of the forbidden fruit. Once again, she found herself contemplating about how different her life would be if she succumbed fully to her desires. At times, she wondered whether it was even worth being a strong independent woman anymore because she secretly craved these degrading encounters. Nevertheless, she tried hard to put up an air of indifference around her workplace colleagues. As the day progressed, she found herself increasingly drawn to the image of Karen dominating her in her dream, fuelled furthermore by the uncontrollable desire licking underneath her skin, begging to surface once more.

It appeared that whatever she did or wherever she went, she couldn’t escape her need for complete surrender and debasement. And why should she? Wasn't this what she truly desired? Afterall, she thought to herself, every time she got close to crossing boundaries was accompanied by waves of pleasure and excitement unlike anything else. She knew deep down inside that despite her achievements and successes, there was something missing from her life – and now, she understood exactly what that void was. She was so conflicted on one hand she wanted to be this tough executive but on the other hand she wanted to submit to Karen. She then thought back to the teasing from Karen about exposing her to the rest of the company. This scared alot but somewhere with in her she was excited at the thought. Karen had taken the day off so Sharon had to work on her files as well as her own. There was a knock at the door and in walked her rival Helen wishing her a good morning. Helen saw all the files on Sharon's desk and asked why she was doing the work of her secretary."Well," replied Sharon curtly, "she took the day off." She noticed the slight sneer from Helen and decided to take control of the conversation. "How can I help you?" She said politely. Helen began discussing some plans they were working on together. As the discussion continued, Sharon could feel the familiar stirring within her, causing discomfort and confusion. Why couldn't she stop thinking about submitting to Karen, even amidst such pressing matters?

She fought against the urge to blurt out her true feelings, fearful of Helen discovering them. After they finished their discussions Helen got and left turning to look at Sharon saying that she should be careful who she let see her doing her secretaries work.Sharon felt anger rise in her cheeks which quickly turned red. 'Who does she think she is?' Sharon thought furiously, 'She doesn't know half of me.' The day went on and Sharon was making fast work of the files when her phone rang. It was Karen inviting her over again tonight. No matter how much Sharon struggled against the impulse, she just couldn't say no. Maybe it was the thrill of knowing that others wouldn't approve—or perhaps it was simply too tempting a chance to experience that forbidden satisfaction again. Despite her inner turmoil, Sharon agreed to meet Karen later that evening. Inwardly smiling at the prospect of another encounter, she returned to her office tasks while awaiting the hours to pass swiftly. Sharon finished for the day and drove over to Karen's place and rang the door bell. "Come in", said Karen in a commanding voice. Sharon entered and immediately sensed the electricity in the room. Karen led her into the living area which was dimly lit, casting shadows across the floorboards. The atmosphere became heavy, charged with expectation. Without warning, Karen grasped Sharon firmly by the wrist, pulling her closer. She took Sharon to the bedroom and told her to undress.Sharon obeyed, slowly removing her clothing until she stood naked before Karen. She felt **** and exposed, but strangely alive as well. Sharon then handed her a bag and when Sharon checked it was a traditional French maid outfit.

She hesitated momentarily, feeling an unexpected mix of anticipation and **** surging through her veins. With trembling hands, she slipped the costume on: a short black skirt, white frilly apron, and a tight black corset adorned with lace. Over the top, she donned a prim little hat, complete with bow. Finally, she completed the ensemble with a pair of knee-high stockings and a high heel shoes. Upon looking in the mirror, Sharon was shocked to find someone entirely new staring back at her. Now my maid time for you to do some domestic chores said Karen.Feeling nervous and anxious, Sharon began cleaning the house, tidying up, and taking care of various household duties. Every task served as a reminder of her position and role in relation to Karen, driving her deeper into subservience. Under Karen's watchful gaze, Sharon performed each assignment meticulously, ensuring perfection in every aspect. After the cleaning she had to prepare dinner for Karen.While cooking, Sharon couldn't shake the sense of powerlessness creeping upon her. She didn't understand why she allowed Karen to have this kind of effect on her. She wished she could turn things around but it already felt late. Meanwhile, Karen sat at the dining table enjoying a glass of wine. She caught sight of Sharon struggling, and seeing her disarray gave her immense satisfaction. Sharon had become a mere plaything for her. Karen enjoyed her dinner while Sharon cleaned the pots and pans.When she was done, she glanced helplessly at Karen expecting any orders.

Karen smiled devilishly and asked Sharon to come over to her. She had Sharon kneel before her and asked her if she enjoyed serving and submitting to her.Hearing Karen speak of these dark and erotic inclinations sent a rush of heat coursing through Sharon's core. Her body ached with desire, her cunt throbbing insistently as she yearned for release. Sharon nodded fervently, unable to hide her hunger. Sharon would you like to be my servant everday when we are not at work she continued.She whispered softly into Sharon's ear and added: If yes, tell me your answer tonight". The offer itself was seductively enticing, tantamount to granting Sharon access to a world beyond imagination. But her internal conflict raged fiercer than ever, torn between professional ambition and personal desires. Unable to resist the pull, she accepted Karen's proposal, sealing her fate with a single word spoken in the depths of her soul. "Yes," she uttered, allowing her resolve to crumble beneath the weight of passionate indulgence. The intensity of their embrace intensified, fueled by raw sexual energy. Their lips hungrily devoured each other, breaths becoming heavier, hearts hammering wildly in response to their mutual carnal desires. Sharon produced a blacj leather collar which had a steel plate. On the plate was engraved the word maid. She gently placed the collar around Sharons neck.Taking a step back, Karen admired her masterpiece, proud of the absolute possession she held over Sharon.

The symbolism of placing a leather collar emblazoned with the word "maid" upon Sharon struck home as reality hit her squarely in the face. From that point onwards, Sharon had become Karen's loyal and obedient servant. It seemed unfathomable that only moments ago, she was confidently running her corporate empire, never letting anyone get the better of her. Now Sharon when we are at the office you will refer to me as Miss Franks. In private you will refer to me as Mistress. Do you agree? Sharon swallowed hard, finally accepting her newfound identity. Yes, she responded, still reeling from the abrupt shift in dynamics. Karen leaned in closely, brushing her lips lightly along Sharon's jawbone. You remember everything we discussed here today? Karen asked sternly. Yes, mistress. Sharon confirmed, a flush rising to her cheeks as she spoke the word aloud for the first time. Good girl, praised Karen, smirking deviously. The transformation of Sharon was nearly complete, and Karen savored the taste of victory. Releasing Sharon from her collar, Karen instructed her to change back into her regular clothes. Once dressed, she found herself in unfamiliar territory once more, now fully cognizant of her dual existence. When we are at the office you will still be the CEO and I will still be your PA. You will be relased from your collar everyday before work. Sharon nodded her head and then Karen led her to the bedroom.Both women stripped themselves down to nothing except for Sharon's collar with the word "Maid" inscribed on it.

They looked into each other's eyes, lust and domination intertwined in the air. Sharon felt completely under Karen's spell, her body reacting instinctually to Karen's touch. It was like she lost control of her limbs, her muscles melting as she succumbed to the pressure of Karen's fingers trailing down her spine. Now maid it is time for you to pleasure your Mistress said Karen.Sharon complied without question, shedding all modesty as she attended to Karen's needs. As their bodies entwined, Sharon abandoned herself to the erotic pleasures she so craved, consumed by the heady waves of ecstasy flooding her consciousness. Each thrust elicited moans of delight from both participants, culminating in an explosive finale that left them spent and satiated. Karen lay sprawled beside Sharon, a satisfied smile curving her lips. This new dynamic brought an excitement unlike anything she experienced before. In this space, Sharon surrendered herself wholly to Karen, relishing in the transgression of norms and boundaries. No longer did she feel confined by societal expectations – instead, she reveled in being able to express her innermost desires freely. Although the life outside remained complicated, within these walls they were able to explore one another's limits without judgment or fear. This level of trust was something neither of them had previously encountered, enabling them to reach heightened levels of intimacy during their encounters. After mulitple orgasm's for Karen they fell asleep ready for the next day.