As I strode through the bustling office, I could feel the admiring glances following me, the envy simmering in the air. My auburn hair cascaded down my back, a wave of fiery allure that commanded attention.
With each step, confidence radiated from me, emphasized by the tight embrace of my black dress, accentuating every curve.
As the new department head, I exuded authority effortlessly, a fact not lost on anyone in the office. But today held a special significance.
Over the past month, I had meticulously assembled a team of diligent interns, yet there was still a void waiting to be filled—a need for someone who would not only excel in their duties but also understand the deeper dynamics at play.
Seated comfortably in my executive chair, I perused the resume of the next candidate, Alex.
His qualifications were impeccable, but it was the subtle undertone of submission in his photo that piqued my interest. There was a glimmer of adoration, a willingness to please that resonated with me on a visceral level.
"Please, Alex, come in and take a seat. Let's begin the interview," I greeted him warmly, my voice carrying a hint of sultriness.
As he entered, I observed the nervous flutter in his demeanor, the palpable awareness of my presence.
With each passing moment, I could sense his surrender to the allure of power and beauty that surrounded him.
I studied him intently as he sat down across from me, his hands folded neatly in his lap. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the details of my office.
I could see the excitement building inside him, the anticipation of what might come next. It was then that I knew I had found my perfect candidate.
"Alex," I began, my voice low and husky, "I must say, I've been quite impressed with your resume. You've certainly checked all the boxes."
He swallowed audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"I see that you have a particular interest in marketing. That's certainly an area we could use some fresh perspectives in. But what really caught my eye was your willingness to go above and beyond. Your CV showed a young man who was not only ambitious, but also eager to please."
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the blush creeping up his neck.
I leaned forward slightly, my breasts pressing against the silky fabric of my dress.
"Alex, I think it's safe to say that I'm not just looking for an intern here. I'm looking for someone who understands the power dynamics at play in this office, someone who is willing to use their skills and talents to advance themselves, and in turn, help me build something truly special."
His eyes widened, his pupils dilating with desire. He licked his lips nervously.
"I - I would be honored to serve you, Miss...?" he stammered.
"I think you're exactly what I'm looking for."
I leaned back in my chair, revealing more of my generous cleavage.
"I can already see how you would fit in so perfectly here. The other interns are all so...vanilla. They lack the spark, the fire that you seem to bring to the table."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Thank you. I promise I won't disappoint."
His eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and desire, and I could feel the tension in the room begin to build.
"Oh, I don't think you'll disappoint," I assured him, my voice a low, sultry purr.
"In fact, I think you'll thrive here."
He stood up quickly, his heart racing, his palms sweating. As he turned to leave, I could see the nervous tension in his shoulders, the way he gripped the edge of the chair.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, before making his way out of the room. The door closed quietly behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my desires.
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes closed, relishing the memory of him and the way he reacted to my words.
It had been so refreshing, so invigorating to have someone like him in the office. His presence made everything seem more alive, more electric.
I couldn't help but wonder what he was feeling at that moment, what thoughts were racing through his mind.
As I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, I became aware of a strange sensation.
My pussy was throbbing, wet with desire. It had been a while since I had felt anything even remotely resembling arousal, and yet here I was, alone in my office, my body betraying me in the most delicious way possible.
I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of Alex, the young intern who had just left my office. It was almost as if he had been inviting me to claim him, to mold him into the perfect little slave.
The week goes by without incident, and Alex settles into his new role. He proves to be quite adept at his tasks, quickly learning the ins and outs of the office and the company.
However, it's not just his work ethic that impresses me; it's the way he carries himself. There's an air of submission about him, a willingness to please that I find utterly irresistible.
One afternoon, as I'm going through some files in my office, I heard a soft knock on the door.
I look up to see Alex standing in the doorway, a nervous expression on his face.
You wanted to see me, Miss?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly.
I motion for him to come in and take a seat across from me.
"Yes, Alex. I have a special assignment for you."
He nods, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
"I need you to attend a meeting with me tomorrow. It's a very important meeting, and I want you to take notes for me."
He blanches at this, visibly nervous.
"B-But, Miss, I could make a mistake."
I smile reassuringly. "That's all right. I have faith in you. You'll do just fine. In fact, I think you might even enjoy it. It'll be like a game to you, won't it?"
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
The end of the day after the meeting when everyone had already left the office, Alex presented me with the notes.
"Thank you, Alex. I appreciate your hard work."
I say, taking the stack of papers from him. "Now, let's go over these notes and make sure they're accurate."
We sit down at my desk, and I begin to flip through the pages. To my surprise, they're a mess. It's clear that he's tried his best, but his handwriting is sloppy and illegible in places. There are whole sections missing, and important details seem to have been left out.
I can tell that Alex is nervous, biting his lip as he watches me read through his work.
"Alex," I say, with a firm voice, "I'm afraid these notes aren't good enough.
"But, Miss, I don't understand. I worked so hard on them."
I sigh, feeling a pang of sympathy for him.
"I know you did, but they're simply not up to par. You see, this meeting was extremely important, and I need accurate notes in order to make sure everything runs smoothly."
He hangs his head, looking genuinely crestfallen.
"I'm so sorry, Miss. I'll do better next time, I promise."
His voice cracks, and I can see tears forming in his eyes.
I pause for a moment, considering my next words carefully. Alex's display of emotion is both endearing and infuriating. On one hand, it shows just how invested he is in pleasing me; on the other, it makes me wonder if he truly understands the gravity of his position.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to take a more direct approach.
"Alex, I appreciate your apology, but I need more than that. I need you to prove to me that you can do better. And the best way for you to do that is to start from scratch."
His eyes widened with fear.
"You mean... you want me to retake the notes?"
"Yes, that's what I mean." I lean forward, fixing him with a steely gaze. "And this time, I want you to take them down perfectly. Every detail, every comment, everything. Do you understand?"
Alex nods slowly and nervously. "Yes, Miss. I'll do my best."
His voice is barely a whisper, but I can tell that he's serious. He reaches for a fresh sheet of paper, dips his pen, and begins to scribble down the date and the names of those present.
Now to practice, write down what I am wearing.
Alex looks at me expectantly, his pen hovering over the paper. He's trying his best to focus on my outfit, but it's not easy with me constantly moving about the room. Finally, I decide to stand still for a moment and let him take a good look.
I catch Alex staring at my legs, and I can't help but smile to myself. He's so young and innocent, yet so perceptive.
"Now, where were we?" I say, trying to keep my voice steady as I look back down at the paper. "Ah, yes. Describe my shoes."
Alex swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
"Right. Your shoes, Miss. They're a pair of black, patent leather pumps."
He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"And your legs... they're covered in a pair of tight, black leggings. They hug your curves in all the right places, showing off your toned calves and shapely thighs."
He glances up at me, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"I apologize if I'm being too descriptive, Miss."
I smile reassuringly, my heart fluttering slightly at his innocent admiration.
"Continue."
I motion for him to keep writing.
Alex takes a deep breath, regaining his composure, before continuing.
"Your blouse, Miss, is a crisp, white button-up. It accentuates your curves and makes your skin look flawless. It's paired with a dark gray blazer that adds a touch of sophistication to your outfit. The blazer is adorned with gold buttons, which catch the light whenever you move, drawing attention to your statuesque figure."
He pauses for a moment, his cheeks flushing red again, before continuing.
"And your skirt... Your skirt is a black, pencil skirt that hugs your hips and accentuates your feminine curves. It's made of a soft, flowing material that moves with you as you walk, revealing a hint of your matching lacy undergarments beneath."
He looks up at me, his eyes wide with apprehension, waiting for my reaction.
I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as well, but I try my best to maintain a stern expression.
"Thank you, Alex. That will be all for now. You may put away your notes.
"Just describe what you are seeing.” I sit down on my chair right in front of him. and spread my legs a little so my inner thighs are showing.
Alex hesitates for a moment, his gaze darting between my face and my legs. Finally, he swallows hard and begins to put his notes away. As he does so, he can't help but steal glances at me, taking in every detail of my appearance.
He clears his throat, trying to focus on his task.
"Your legs, Miss, are truly a sight to behold. Your inner thighs are smooth and soft, barely concealed by the black lacy undergarments that peek out from beneath your skirt."
His cheeks flush red as he continues, his voice growing softer with each word.
"And your calves and thighs..."
He glances up at me, hoping for some sort of reaction. I smile reassuringly, encouraging him to go on. He takes a deep breath before continuing.