Ja!

You lower your head, gulp and take a deep breath. His hand rests on your wet pussy, your ass stings from the arousing **** and your whole body is burning with the afterglow of the orgasm you got from the spanking. No matter how big and overwhelming this choice is, how could you not make it?

You sigh deeply.

“Ja, mein Herr. Danke, mein Herr!”

You hear your new boss chuckle.

“I appreciate the gesture, but let’s do this in your language, I want your consent and agreement to all my terms in a way to make sure you fully comprehend them and nothing gets lost in translation!"

You nod.

“I want to work as your secretary, Sir."

“With all that entails?

“Yes, Sir.”

“Total obedience and loyalty and consequences for every failure as I just demonstrated it to you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Very well. Braves Mädchen.”

You blush. The male voice somewhere deep inside you is crying out at being called a “good girl”, and the patronizing sound of this foreign words used to express it only make it hit you more. You're beginning to love this language. It's not by far as harsh as its reputation. That phrase - "Braves Mädchen" rolled of your new boss' tongue like a warm summer rain, enveloping you. While at the same time, yes, being clear, precise and firm in its tone. You wonder how much of the eagerness of your body to submit to this man that you can't and don't want to fight comes from his voice and the language he speaks his commands in. Or if you just project our feelings for him onto his words. The female voice that is beyond doubt the dominant one in you by now, welcomes the praise, the patronizing tone, the domineering language, with a heat wave all through your body.

Your new boss grabs you by the neck and throws you on his king size bed. You get a look at him – he’s hard and erect again, ready for work. Its a short look, because he grabs you hair, pressing your face into the soft pillow and your tits and belly against the firm mattress.

It's the efficiency you're getting used to, his ready and able cock is entering your dripping and hungry pussy. He doesn't take it slow, doesn't gently slide in, he rams it into you like a piston on one of his cars and begins to fuck you like a machine, hard and fast and efficient.

Which you welcome - you obviously don't need any foreplay, your pussy is damp from the spanking and eagerly welcomes the hard piston inside. He doesn’t make any attempt to care much for your needs, obviously fucking you in the hard, fast and ruthless rhythm he needs for his own very best satisfaction, but you don't want it any other way. The authoritative German has submitted you completely, you're just his fuck puppet that he’s pressing into the mattress and uses the holes of, which is making you happier and more excited than any other encounter with any other person. As man or a woman. This is your purpose. You’re not sure if your female body came with this submissive streak when you got it, adapted to it for the benefit of its new master of your fate or… the male voice inside you objects for a fraction of a second but is washed away – if you've always been a submissive slut, even when you were a man, just waiting for the right perso… man to show you your place, take your body and use it the way he sees fit. Maybe you could have been happier as man with another man dominating you...

It matters not. You are where you are and you are what you are and it is what you're meant to be. No thoughts of how this is supposed to play out if you turn back into a man cross your mind, as the hard Teutonic pole fucks you roughly. There is no other option in this very second.

You cum hard after a few minutes and again, and again. This man an make you cum without touching your private parts with just the power of his authority, but when die DOES touch you he can blow you away and turn you into a puddle of goo.

When he finally cums inside your pulsating pussy, you go limp with lust. All of you has been shaken up this fuck, you're noting but pile of hormones and juices in your new female shell. He lies with you for a while until he smiles and slaps your red glowing ass.

“Enough lazing around, Fräulein Lexi. You’ll have to get used to that type of service without needing to rest after it every time."

“J… Ja, mein Herr!”

You struggle to get your foggy brain working, but remembering your German lessons helps. You get yourself together, and sit up.

“You have to go now, I have a lot to take care of to make sure your transfer to us goes as smoothly as possible. Paperworks, calling contacts, all that.”

He kisses you goodbye - roughly and demandingly – and slaps your ass one last time for good measure. As you leave his room you encounter the woman who brought you here. Apparently she's been waiting in front of his room the whole time. She lewdly smiles a you – the door can't be sound proof, so she got to hear and enjoy much of your job interview, you're sure. From inside your new boss calls to her in in German to make some calls. About you, you assume. You look around after her before she closes the door. He didn't bother to get dressed. Very efficient. No time to lose.