I said farewell to my now former workmates. I jumped into my car and headed to Baxter Corporation. My mind was buzzing with questions about my future. Pulling into the designated permanent parking spot, it dawned on me how quickly everything was escalating since I accepted Master's collar.

I signed into the building and was provided with my security pass. The receptionist directed me to take the elevator to the twentieth level. I was welcomed as I stepped out of the lift; the panoramic views could not be missed, they were spectacular.

"We have been waiting for you, Sophie. Sir told me to expect you. My name is Joanna. It is nice to finally meet you." She went on to say, "I will let Sir know you have arrived."

I sat down and waited in anticipation. Every minute felt like an hour. I felt my anxiety rising.

A door opened. I looked up to see Master; he was shaking hands with a business man, saying their farewells.

He looked at me and smiled, a broad cheeky grin, his eyes sparkling blue, motioned me to come to him. I quickly obliged.

"Joanna, hold all my calls. Thank you," Master said as he ushered me into his office. Master closed the door. "I suppose it was quite a shock for you this morning," he said, laughing.

"I wasn't laughing, Master. I was shocked. After being applauded for my work last week, to being terminated this week, I couldn't understand. I was so upset until I got your phone call. Why didn't you tell me you owned that company?" I asked.

"I was tracking how you worked, and how you tackled obstacles that presented themselves." He explained, "I wanted to see your work ethic, and how you performed. You impressed me, Sophie. Hence, you will be working with me at an Executive Level, with a salary to match."

"Master, thank you," I uttered in amazement.

"There is one more thing," he continued. "I think 'Sir' is more appropriate now. You will call me Sir in future, as most of my employees do. We will stick to Sir, both at work and at home. Now, come here to me."

He opened his arms. I ran into them, finally feeling safe. He held me tightly and kissed me gently and lovingly. My anxiety quickly dissolved.

"Now, I suppose you want to know what your new job entails," Sir whispered in my ear encouragingly.

"Yes, please, Sir," I said excitedly.

"You will be my Executive Secretary, looking after my diary, itinerary, schedules, progress reports on all projects, and anything else I can't think of at the moment. You will be travelling with me when required. I understand it is different to what you have done before, but I think we will make a good team."

"It sounds like a dream job, Sir," I said, excitedly.

"Your office is next to mine. Let me show you," Sir said.

My eyes lit up. The office was bigger than my old apartment. It included a bathroom, sitting area, a small kitchenette and a huge desk, with phone and computer.

"Sir, once again, you are spoiling me," I muttered.

"No, Sophie! You will be working hard, and you will need to keep up with me," Sir stated. He went on to say, "Today is orientation day for you. Joanna will show you around and explain how things work here. Now, I will leave you in Joanna's hands, while I get back to work."

Sir kissed me. "We will go out for dinner tonight, Sophie."

Joanna smiled as the door to Sir's office opened.

"Come on, Sophie. I will introduce you to everyone on our floor. We all work as a team here, we work well together. Just ask if you need help with anything," Joanna kindly stated.

When I got back to my desk there was a stack of files, a handwritten note from Sir. It read...

Familiarise yourself with these current projects Sophie. Especially the top one. It is a priority. We may be heading to Paris shortly, to close the deal.

I made a coffee, then sat down to read all the files. As I read, I began to understand the complexities of the company, and how the organisation operates. I concentrated on the Paris file, so I was ready to discuss it with Sir. The day ended fast. I was so absorbed in concentration. I did not realise the working day had ended, until Sir poked his head into my office.

"Time to go. Follow me home, Sophie," Sir said.

We went to our respective cars and drove home. Sir had booked us a table at a very elegant restaurant.

I walked into the blue room to get ready. The familiar white cardboard box was sitting on the bed. I was delighted and smiled. I opened it. Sitting, nestled in tissue paper, was a flaming red dress. The fabric floated like smoke. It was beautiful. Sir's choice, once again, was overwhelming. Of course, sexy lacy lingerie came with the dress, and sheer lace-top stockings finished the outfit. Nude-coloured high heels sat in the accompanying box.

I showered and dressed. As always, Sir's taste was very desirable, I looked and felt sexy. The dress was low cut to show off my ample cleavage. The bra was a push-up, which did a remarkable job. The panties were a delicate lace, made me feel especially delectable. I sprayed my Oscar de la Renta perfume over myself. My light brown hair I wore loose, cascading around my shoulders in waves. One final check in the mirror. My gold collar matched the dress perfectly. My green eyes sparkled.

I left my room to meet Sir for cocktails. He watched me walk down the stairs. His jaw dropped. He scooped me up in his arms and told me how beautiful I looked. I thanked him for the beautiful dress. It just floated with me, the fabric being so fine. He kissed me gently while caressing my back. I felt so valued.

We enjoyed our drink, then left. Once again, Sir took me to an elegant, sophisticated restaurant. The menu was expansive, full of delicious foods. I ordered Pan-roasted duck breast served with a spiced cherry reduction with parsnip puree. Sir ordered the wagyu ribeye steak alongside a saffron gold-leaf infused potato pave. Sir ordered Chardonnay, to go with our meal. The food was delectable.

Our conversation went back to the first night we set eyes on each other.

I asked him, "What happened to the lady you were with that night?"

He told me. "Diana! She still works for the company." He added, "We were not exclusive. When I set eyes on you, I just knew you were the one for me. She saw that for herself. You and I were so captivated with each other. Diana recognised the situation, and left graciously, handing me her collar before she left. She wished us well. You will meet her soon."

Sir stood, held out his hand. He guided me to the dance floor. We danced to the soft, romantic music. I could feel his cock against me, getting hard and growing.

Sir whispered in my ear, "We are going to the playroom tonight. You are going to have some new experiences, my Baby Girl. You look so desirable and sexy, I can't help myself from wanting you."

We left abruptly. The drive home was eventful. Sir didn't want to wait; he had me sucking his hard cock all the way home. We entered our apartment in a hurry.

Sir ordered me, "Strip immediately, then kneel," as we entered the apartment.

He went to a drawer and obtained a gold leash. He attached it to my collar.

"Stand and walk with me," he commanded.

He led me by the leash into the playroom.

"You have me in a very sexualised state. You will now reap the rewards," Sir uttered.

He tied me to the St Andrews Cross, my legs very wide apart.

"My Baby Girl, have you ever used a butt plug?" Sir almost hissed the words.

"No Sir," I said.

"Well, tonight you start."

I smelt the now familiar, fragrant oil wafting through the air. Sir lubed up the plug to insert it in my ass.

I jumped and squealed as Sir inserted it into me. He twisted and turned it, making sure I could feel it.

"Remember your safe word, Baby Girl," Sir said in a severe voice. "Now, I am going to flog your back. I want to make you beg me to stop, Sophie. You turned me on far too much tonight, Baby Girl. During the meal, I could only think about what I was intending to enjoy doing to you tonight, for our pleasure," Sir said in a commanding voice.

The flogger came down hard on my back. I flinched. It felt so good. I was in the moment as the first lash hit my back. Immersed in the pain, my mind tapped into the pleasure of the pain. Each time Sir lashed my back, my mind relinquished all other thoughts. I was living in the moment. My back was feeling alive, and on fire. Sir kept on. I wasn't giving in, neither was he. I endured the pain by going into subspace. But I knew my back was suffering, and he wouldn't stop until I pleaded with him.

"Sir, I beg you to stop. Please..." I whimpered.

"Good girl, Sophie. I was waiting for your words, not your whimpers," Sir stated.

As he released me, he kissed me urgently. He slowly pushed me to my knees, and silently directed his hard, leaking cock into my mouth. I sucked hard and took him deep in my throat, clenching his cock tightly. I started fucking his cock in a slow rhythm, my tongue swirling and licking around the head, the frenulum, and from the base to the tip. Sir groaned. He held my head, pushing his hips into me. I grabbed his ass and pressed him further into my mouth. I had his whole cock down my throat as he pumped in and out of me.

He pulled out, still rock hard.

Sir picked up my leash and led me to the bench. He anchored my wrists and ankles with cuffs. His eyes blazed with lust. He gave my ass a few slaps.

"Now I get to savour your ass. Max enjoyed your ass on submission night. I intend to claim it tonight. You had me so aroused tonight; you looked so glamorous in your red dress. Your breasts were obvious and so sexy. Every man in that restaurant was staring at you, wanting you."

Sir turned my butt plug, started pushing it in and out. I felt the sensation, I let out a moan of pleasure. Suddenly the butt plug popped out. I felt the cold lube and smelt the erotic oil. It was so uplifting and exciting. The aroma brought back fond memories as Sir slicked up my rosebud. I felt Sir's fingers invading my forbidden hole. One finger, then two, getting me ready to accept his hard, leaking cock. He worked his fingers in and out of me, going faster and faster. I was writhing on the bench.

"Ohh!" I moaned. The feelings were so different. They made me feel alive and vibrant. I felt the head of Sir's cock nuzzling my taboo hole.

"I am going to claim this ass of yours," Sir said in a gruff, sexy voice. He went on to say, "Remember your safe word."

"Yes Sir," I muttered.

I felt his cock resting at my dirty hole. He pushed forward, breaking through my sphincter easily, thanks to the lube and oil. His cock went deep, I felt so full. I heard Sir groan, a deep, satisfying sound of gratification. I eased back onto him, wanting more of his cock. He noticed, and pushed in further.

"Oh! Yes, oh Sir," I mumbled. The feelings were like nothing I had ever experienced before. I started feeling sensations which were new to me. I was very aroused, I was squirming and wriggling.

His hands were on my hips, easing me back onto his hard cock. He glided in and out. I could feel his hardness enveloped in my warm ass. I clenched down on him. I was cumming, my juices were flowing. I heard Sir groan loudly as I climaxed.

"Sophie, your ass feels like soft velvet. It is wonderful. I can't hold on. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

He drove deeper, then held there. I felt him explode his seed into me. He stayed still as spasm after spasm of his seed erupted into me. A totally different sensation.

Sir nuzzled into my neck, whispering, muttering, "My Baby Girl, you are mine. I want all of you. You are so wonderful. How you make me feel is beyond compare."

I was released from my cuffs, then flipped over. Sir feasted on me greedily, his tongue lapping my nectar, then licking from my ass to my clit. He was lapping his own semen as well. It was so erotic, I couldn't help but cum. My legs were around his head, not letting him go. I was rubbing myself all over his face feverishly, so greedy, so hungry for more of his erotic tongue. My body stiffened, my back arched off the bench as I exploded my climax. Sir was lapping my cunt, feeding on me. It was amazing, I nearly passed out.

"Sophie, use your words, say something."

I faintly heard Sir's voice. I muttered, "Never better, Sir."

He scooped me up in his arms and gently carried me to bed. I felt his lips on mine kissing me deeply. I responded. Then I fell into a deep sleep.

We awoke wrapped in each other's arms to a sunny day. Sir kissed me deeply, his arousal evident. He slowly eased himself over me, my legs wrapped around his waist. He loved me so gently, so lovingly. I looked in his mesmerising blue eyes, I just melted. I was falling in love with my Master, I just couldn't help it. Our coupling was slow and meaningful; every movement was slow, gentle but firm. It was every bit as erotic as last night. We both had gentle climaxes, powerful, yet gentle. We kissed and lay in each other's arms without speaking. Our emotions said it all. The moment was then shattered.

"Come on, Sophie, shower-time, then breakfast, to plan our day," Sir whispered in my ear, breaking the peaceful silence.

I reluctantly left our bed. We showered together, soaping each other, and teasing and laughing. Always a fun time to start the day,

We had breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee.

"What do you feel like doing today, my Baby Girl?" Sir said with a grin.

"Not a lot, Sir. I feel like my world has shifted from being a snail to a hare. I need to catch up." I went on, "So much has happened so quickly. I just want to savour what we have, and enjoy each other today. Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Yes, it's true. I took you to another level of life very quickly. I didn't want to lose you. You are too precious to me," Sir said, laughing. "We can swim, watch movies, eat popcorn and just be together, suits me." Sir grinned a cheeky grin.

"That suits me too." I smiled, reading Sir's cheeky grin.

Sir made some popcorn. He maintained you can't watch movies without it. We settled on watching spy movies. We decided on The Bourne Identity series, with Matt Damon. We watched two of the movies, cuddled up together, kissing and teasing each other. It was fun. Then we made smoked salmon sandwiches for lunch.

Sir held me, and looked me in the eyes, then smiled, and hugged me so tight. I felt he wanted to say something but held back.

"Swim time," he uttered.

He peeled off my clothes and his own. We went swimming in the nude. It was so nice and free, swimming without costumes. Mind you, we did a lot of teasing and fondling. After an hour or so we left the pool for the shower.

I soaped up Sir and he got a stiffy.

"You know what to do, young lady," Sir said in his authoritative voice.

I sat on the ledge in the shower and started paying attention to Sir's hard cock. Cupping his balls, I slid a finger up to rim his ass. I used some soap as lube to enter and tease his P-spot. I consumed his cock in my warm moist mouth, as I tapped on his P-spot. I was greedily eating him, taking him in and out of my throat, clenching down tightly on him. His hands went between my legs and started rubbing my bud, which was definitely swelling in welcome.

Suddenly Sir turned off the shower, turned me around and invaded my cunt rapidly. I was delirious. His shaft was so hard, penetrating so deeply. I met his deep thrusts with gusto, it was so exciting. His grunts and groans told me he was close. I was too. I moaned loudly as my body convulsed in orgasm. I stood up against his chest, grabbing his arms around me. I needed to be as close as I could to him. He kept plunging into me, then held still as he released his seed. I turned and we kissed so deeply, so lovingly, so tenderly.

"Sophie, what you do to me, and how you make me feel, I have never felt before with anyone." Sir whispered in my ear as he held me tightly.

"Sir, I have never felt like this about anyone in my life. You make me feel things I never knew existed. I have never been treated like a Princess before."

"That's good, Sophie. This is our journey together to enjoy. I hope it is a long time before you tire of me." Sir showed his vulnerable side.

"I feel the same, Sir. I envisage it might be forever before I tire of you," I uttered.

We finished our shower, dried ourselves. Hand in hand we went to watch more movies.

We finished watching the movies and found it was dinner time.

"How about take-out tonight? Do you feel like fish and chips, Sir?" I asked.

"Lovely idea, Baby Girl. I will order now, then go and pick-up," Sir answered.

Over dinner, Sir informed me we would be leaving for Paris next week to sign off on the contract. It took six months to get to this point.

"Make sure your desk is clear before we go. I don't know how long we will be in Paris," Sir informed me. "I didn't ask you, have you a passport?"

"Yes, Sir, I was told to apply for one when I joined your firm. I haven't been overseas; this will be all new for me," I exclaimed excitedly.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of you. I will require you in meetings, though, to take notes, observe the people talking, watch their actions. You learn a lot about people that way," Sir said candidly.

The week went quickly. My new passport in hand, off I went to Paris with Sir. We flew Business Class. It was luxury; the food wonderful, the service was excellent. We were met at Charles de Gaulle Airport, by a driver holding a sign: Baxter Corporation. The chauffeur took us to the Apartment that Sir had rented for us.

We had one day before the meeting, so Sir took me and showed me all the sites, which included the Notre-Dame Cathedral. It was so different to see it all in person.

I heard Sir on the phone; he organised an appointment at Christian Dior in three days time, for us both.

The morning of the meeting arrived. We both dressed in our business attire. The meeting went smoothly, everything was in order. The documents signed, the contract was complete. We celebrated with the executives of the company in the evening. They were very pleased with how things went smoothly. Everyone was happy with the outcome. We were now free to enjoy Paris together.

We awoke to a beautiful day in Paris.

Sir announced, "Now it is time to spoil my very good girl. We are off to get you some Paris elegance at Christian Dior."

I looked surprised but excited.

We arrived and were greeted by the Directive. She offered champagne as we waited for the models. She asked about the styles I liked, and the types of fabric I preferred, as she took my measurements. We spent four hours there. Sir spoilt me by ordering many dresses, and he personally chose many sets of beautiful delicate lingerie in all colours.

"I look forward to taking them off you, Sophie," Sir said, laughing.

I thanked him for his generosity. Also, I mentioned it would be my pleasure to model each piece for him. We went for a late lunch.

By the time we got back to the hotel, there was a beautiful young lady waiting from Christian Dior, to do the bra fittings. She introduced herself as Camille. We went upstairs carrying all our precious purchases she brought with her.

Camille and I entered the bedroom to do the fittings.

"Have you ever been properly fitted for a bra before, Sophie?" Camille asked.

"No, Camille. I am in your hands."

"Yes, you will be. Does that bother you?" Camille asked.

"No, not at all," I uttered innocently.

"Let's get you undressed to try on the lingerie, please," Camille said in an assertive tone, watching me intently as I undressed.

I obliged, then started getting into the bra and matching panties. The bra straps needed adjusting. Camille adjusted them, then ran her hand over the cup of the bra, feeling my breasts and how they reacted to her touch.

The next set was a half cup bra and panties in fine lace. Camille ran her hand over my buttocks.

"To feel the lace," Camille said, smiling. The bra straps needed adjusting. Camille looked into my eyes, as she grazed her hand over my exposed breasts. My nipples reacted.

"You like that, don't you?" Camille asked.

My face blushed red. I had never been touched by a woman, but it felt so erotic.

"Yes," I murmured.

"Shall I go further?" Camille asked.

I held her hand to my breast in answer. She looked at me, then leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were so soft and gentle.

My mind was in a whirlwind, wanting more, but Sir was outside the door. I kissed her, tasting her tongue in my mouth gently caressing mine. Her hands on my breasts were teasing my nipples.

She guided me to the bed. Camille laid me down and removed the delicate lace panties. She could see how wet I had become. Her eyes lit up. She eased between my legs and started feasting gently on me.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. It felt so different from Sir. It was so gentle, but possessive. I didn't want it to stop. I was lost in thoughts and emotions.

Sir entered the room quietly. I saw him in my hazy stare. He had a startled look on his face. He sat down in the chair and just watched. I just didn't want what was happening to stop. I saw Sir rub his cock. I noticed his bulge had grown larger.

Camille kept feasting. Her tongue was prodding my pussy, then my ass. Oh and when she nibbled my clit... that was too much. She took me over the edge, my emotions took over. My back arched off the bed. I moaned loudly as I climaxed. My whole body shuddered, I started trembling. She was licking furiously to drink my nectar. She was licking and lapping it up. She moved, then wrapped me in her arms and kissed me passionately. Our kiss lingered as I tasted myself in her mouth. I was lost in bliss. Until Sir spoke.

"Camille, I understand how you could not keep your hands off Sophie. I saw how you looked at her in the boutique." Sir went on to say, "Sophie, undress Camille, now," in a dominant tone.

We both stood while I undressed Camille, with beautiful full breasts, cascading blonde hair, brown eyes, neatly trimmed pussy, and a full figure.

"Now Sophie, satisfy Camille." Sir smiled.

I held Camille's breasts as I sucked on them. I was feeling very aroused. She held my head as I sucked. I looked up at her and we kissed very passionately. My nectar was running down my legs. We moved to the bed and lay down. Camille opened her legs. My hand caressed her engorged clit as we kept kissing. I nuzzled her neck and kissed from her ear to her neck then nibbled it. Camille was moaning loudly. I inserted my fingers into her pussy, feeling how wet and responsive she was to me. I started moving my fingers in and out of her pussy.

I whispered, "Do you want my tongue or my fingers."

Sir answered, "I want to watch you suck her to climax."

I immediately obeyed, facing Camille's very wet pussy; I sucked her clit into my mouth, running my tongue on her bud. The groans she made were loud. I inserted my fingers in her pussy, getting them very wet. I ventured to her ass, rimming her rosebud; it was evident she was exuberant. I kept going, inserting my fingers into her ass, twisting and turning them, as I sucked her clit.

She was writhing on the bed, moaning, her passion mounting. I nibbled her clit and that set her to explode. I was licking as much as I could. I inserted my tongue in her pussy, sending her wild. She flooded my mouth as I drank her nectar. Not the gracious Camille who walked in with us, but a very sexy, dirty, little vixen. I kissed her passionately and I called her Vixen. She just laughed.

Sir removed himself from the room.

"We better finish the fittings, Sophie," Camille uttered.

I led her to the shower. We washed and dried ourselves. We then walked into the bedroom to resume the fittings. We finished, then dressed.

"Camille, would you like to come to dinner with us, this evening?" Sir asked.

"I don't have the appropriate attire, Sir, but thank you," Camille answered.

"You could borrow a dress of mine, one you modelled today," I suggested.

"Yes, problem solved. Thank you, Sophie," Sir stated. "Be ready in half an hour. I am hungry, and reservations are made."

Camille and I went back into the bedroom to do our make-up and beautify our appearances. We slithered into our lingerie and draped our dresses over our bodies; perfume was applied. We checked ourselves in the mirror. Both of us agreed we looked sexy and desirable. We were ready to leave.

The car dropped us at the entrance to the Folies Bergere. Camille and I looked at each other, smiling.

Sir said, "I thought you might appreciate this show after your exploits earlier." He was grinning.

Camille mentioned she had never been to this show, but always wanted to see it. I told her I had never been outside of my home country until now.

The music started. We had a table close to the stage. We quickly ordered food and drinks. Our food arrived promptly, we ate, not wanting to miss a portion of the show. The showcase was certainly an eye opener. Ladies singing topless, dancers dancing without panties. It was a moving, erotic landscape of bodies. It was so enticing, certainly elevating sexual tension.

The car dropped us at our hotel; Camille mentioned she would return the dress tomorrow. The car went on to take Camille home.

We entered our room. I could feel the tension in Sir. The curtain was about to fall.

"Now! Did you ask permission to have that romp with Camille?" Sir said in a very gruff voice.

"No, Sir, I did not." I blushed as I said it. "It just happened. It was totally unexpected."

"No excuse! Strip now," said Sir.

I slowly disrobed. Then waited.

"Over here. Now," came the order from Sir. He pointed to his lap.

I bent over his lap, knowing punishment from disobedience was about to happen.

Down came his hand so hard I squirmed. He gave me ten hard spanks, leaving my buttocks flaming red. I didn't utter a sound, but had tears in my eyes. It hurt so bad.

"You will remember next time, to ask permission," he stated.

He immediately brought me to his lap and cuddled me, so gently nuzzling my neck.

He whispered in my ear, "It was exciting to watch, Sophie. I enjoyed every second. But you need to ask permission. That is what the collar is all about. I own you my Baby Girl. You are precious to me."

He took me to bed, and made gentle love to me before we slept. I felt so protected and loved.

Camille brought back the dress the next morning. We said our goodbyes. We both wished we lived closer to each other. Sir heard that and just smiled.

The next day we travelled back home, in the late afternoon.

May be continued...