Matt sank into the park bench, heaving a large sigh as the reality of his situation hit him. It was a beautiful day and happy shoppers and couples whirled around him, oblivious to his dour mood. Matt had been fired, and he knew he deserved it. Just the thought of what had happened sent a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over him and he shoved his chin below the collar of his denim jacket.
Matt was five years out of college and worked for an insurance company as an assistant to the COO. He was good at his job and enjoyed it, but he also had a tendency to get distracted. He would get focused on a new hobby or project and everything else would fade away until it was all he could concentrate on. The most distracting new element in his life, however, was his girlfriend Avery. They had been dating for almost a year and things were going great. They had similar goals for the future, they both loved to run in the mornings, they shared their lives in a way Matt had never done with another partner. He knew Avery was the one even before the events of last month, but afterward, he was downright smitten.
Matt had always had a thing for dominant women. At 5'6, he wasn't the biggest guy, but he worked out regularly and had a fair amount of muscle on his small frame. However, nothing excited him more than when a woman was able to overpower him and exert her wants without him being able to stop her. He had experienced this for the first time when he was in college. He and an old girlfriend of his had playfully been wrestling on his bed after Matt tried to feel her up from behind. She quickly and skillfully spun him around and tossed him on the bed, leaping on top of him like a jungle cat. That was how he learned that she had been taking jiu jitsu most of her life and even though she was an inch shorter and 30 pounds lighter than he was, she could easily use his own weight against him and get him into any position she wanted. She pinned him squarely to the bed and deftly removed his clothes with a single hand. She pulled off her own underwear and eased his now very hard cock into her in one swift motion and started to ride him, all while he remained helpless beneath her. He moaned softly and her other hand immediately flew to his mouth, covering it and pressing his head into the pillows. He couldn't have made a noise if he tried, not that he was attempting to stop what was happening. Since that day, nothing had excited him anywhere near as much as being controlled by a woman who knew what she wanted and took it without hesitation.
How Avery had discovered this was a simpler tale. They had gone out to celebrate the fact that Avery had received a promotion and the venue of choice was their local dive bar. Avery worked in Pharmaceuticals, and she was exceptionally good at her job. She was a chemistry major in college and had been hired by a large company right out of school. There, she had excelled until she was the head of her lab, the youngest at the entire company.
"Here's to the genius! May you solve the world's problems and make a butt load of money doing it!" Matt said, touching his glass to hers and taking a deep drink.
"Thanks, Matty. I'm sorry I haven't been around the last couple of weeks. The promotion wasn't a sure thing until yesterday. But now that it's settled, it's you and me all the time baby."
She bumped his arm playfully and finished her drink in one long pull. Things progressed from there until it was deep into the night, with both of them deep in their cups and Matt feeling a little light-headed and deeply happy.
"And what about you? You don't want to work in insurance forever, do you?" Avery said, absentmindedly swirling her middle finger around the rim of her drink. Matt was too caught up in the motion to even realize he had been asked a question but came to when he saw her staring at him intently.
"I don't know. It's not the thing I'm most passionate about. I don't even know what that is. But it brings in good money and I'm okay at it, so I'm leaving well enough alone."
"Well" Avery started, a sly smile peaking out despite her best efforts, "Money isn't something we need to worry about right now, maybe ever again after this promotion. So if you wanted, you could just stay home and take care of the house for a while. See if domestic life suits you."
"What, like a house husband?" Matt scoffed. In truth, he wasn't opposed to the idea, but he knew that even in modern times, a man staying home was considered out of the norm and maybe even a little effeminate. He didn't consider himself the manliest man, but he still felt that there were some lines a guy just didn't cross and knew his friends would make fun of the very suggestion of him vacuuming the house and preparing meals while his wife was at work.
"What's so wrong with that? If I'm making more than enough money for the both of us, why shouldn't you stay home? You can manage day-to-day tasks that I can't take care of at work. Maybe research a palace of our own to buy. And best of all, you can put on something cute and wait for me to get home at 5 pm. Maybe a cute little maid's outfit to signify your new position in life?" she teased. She had been growing ever closer to him as she spoke and put her hand on his chest, forcing him back. A little intoxicated and off balance, she fell forward as she finished, pushing Matt back into the cushions of the booth they were sharing a side of.
She expected a sarcastic response to her quip, but instead, she was greeted by a hard shape pressing through his shorts, harder than she had ever seen it. Matt was also looking away from her now very close face, his cheeks flushed like he had just told her an embarrassing secret. Avery realized that in a way, perhaps he had.
The next twenty minutes were spent badgering him until he finally told her about his experience in college and his subsequent interest in domination. Much to his surprise, Avery met this revelation with good humor and genuine curiosity, asking him more and more questions until he was unabashedly describing his fantasies in a way that he never had with another partner. In turn, Avery confessed that though she had never been into dominating others exactly, she was very willing to try and even excited at finding something new they could experiment with together. It ended up being a magical night that ended with their first, tentative try at their new positions.
The next morning, Matt was a little embarrassed that he had admitted so much, but Avery assured him that he had nothing to be ashamed of, and she loved him every bit as much as she always had. Matt went to work with a spring in his step and everything was normal until he received a text from Avery as he was sorting through some spreadsheets for his boss.
"Take a picture of your cock and send it to me now"
Matt was taken aback. It was both the commanding tone of the text as well as the unusual request that gave him pause, but that didn't stop a delightful shiver from running through his whole body when he read it. Looking around cagily, he stood up from his desk, trying to hide his growing excitement, and slipped into the bathroom. He quickly shut the stall door, leaning against the wall as he struggled to get his pants down around his cock, which now stood out a good 7 inches from his body. He positioned the camera and snapped what he thought was a passable picture, which he excitedly sent over to Avery.
"That's a good boy. You know that's my cock now right? Mine to do as I please with. When you get home tonight, I want you on your knees as soon as you get through the door. I want you to...
Matt couldn't finish reading it before he started to slowly stroke himself, reveling in the waves of shame and pleasure that washed over him. He imagined himself on his knees in front of Avery, looking up at her while she loomed over him. She would lean down and grasp his throat, pulling him into a soft kiss and...
Matt let out an extended moan before catching himself, cutting it off midway through. He had always been a little self-conscious about how vocal he was during sex and multiple previous girlfriends had remarked on how cute it was. Of course, he didn't want to be "cute", but found that when he was turned on enough, he couldn't help but let out a few small, breathy sounds. He just hoped that no one had heard him this time. He had been too preoccupied with Avery's text to check if anyone was in the other stalls. He pulled up his slacks, and tentatively exited the stall. Luckily, it seemed like he was alone.
After he returned to his desk, Avery's text was all he could think about. It consumed his thoughts until the end of the day when he hurriedly packed up his things and rushed home. Upon entering the house, he got down on his knees and waited. He could hear Avery in the other room and as she rounded the corner, she revealed herself in a black negligee and stockings. She approached him slowly, an easy smile on her face. As she neared where he knelt, she casually worked the black lace underwear she had on down her smooth legs until they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, positioning her pussy up against Matt's face. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and, not ungently, pressed his head into her sex. Matt instinctively started to lick. Avery moaned and pressed his head harder between his thighs. It was going to be an interesting night.
That was where it had truly started. Every day, Matt would receive texts from Avery while he was at work. They would contain commands for him to take pictures of himself, to pleasure himself or sometimes forbidding him from touching himself at all that day. The texts always included instructions for that night. How he should present himself to her, how he should greet her, sometimes just to handcuff himself to the bedframe using the soft leather cuffs Avery bought a few days after that first text. Their relationship started to change in other ways as well. Avery became more domineering in all aspects of interactions. She would give orders instead of asking him to do something. She had always handled the majority of their finances, but she stopped consulting him on any purchases or decisions. And one day...
"Hey Matty, come here a minute"
"What's up, baby?" Matt was hurriedly fixing his tie, already running late for work after he had woken up to Avery on top of him, positioning herself over his face and leaning down to his already rising cock. She had been insatiable and Matt was worried that her morning libido was going to start making him late every day, not that he truly minded.
"I want you to wear something for me today." Avery turned around holding the same black panties she had worn on that first night. Matt searched for a smile or hint that she was joking, but all he saw was a serious look and the soft fabric of the underwear being passed towards him.
"You're kidding, right? You want me to wear those to work? No way I'm doing that." Matt turned back towards the full-length mirror to finish getting ready but let out a little yelp as Avery put a firm hand on his neck from behind and pressed the back of his legs until he was forced to kneel. Keeping her hand firmly on his throat, she slowly knelt behind him, keeping constant eye contact in the mirror as she descended. There was a look in her eye Matt had never seen. Smoldering, but focused.
"Baby, I'm not asking." She pressed her lips to his ear, almost as if speaking directly into his brain. "It's not about what you want. My desires are your commands. Do you understand me?"
Matt nodded, unable to think straight with Avery's unblinking gaze still locked with his. She stood him up and worked his pants down, then his boxers.
"Step in, cutie," she said, laying the panties on the floor. Matt slowly put one foot after another into the soft silk. She pulled them up and they hugged Matt's curves in an intimate, embarrassing way.
"That's my good slut. Now get going. You're already late." She emphasized her words by slapping him playfully on the ass. Matt pulled up his khakis hastily and ran out the door.
He did not have a very productive day at work. Every time he moved in his chair, his ass slid across the soft fabric, sending shivers down his spine and creating a constant reminder of that morning's odd turn. He had to admit the underwear felt nice, but he just couldn't get used to it. When Avery's daily text came in telling him to go to the bathroom and play with himself, but not to remove the panties at any point, he was more than happy to oblige.
And that was how the next few weeks went. Matt wore Avery's underwear to work and followed her instructions, which continued to get more and more demanding, and returned home each night to please her in whatever way she desired. That is until he was called into his boss's office.
"Matt, I'm really sorry to say this, but I think we're going to have to let you go."
"Wait, Mr. Garland, please, I know my performance hasn't been the best recently, but I promise I'll pick it up," Matt pleaded.
"It's not just your performance issues, though it has been getting worse and worse. It's your frequent trips to the bathroom and some...odd noises that have been heard during them. Multiple staff members have reported hearing sexual moans from bathroom stalls. I think it was you."
Matt looked down in embarrassment, unable to even deny it. He knew he had been getting louder and louder recently, but he had been unable to contain himself, or at least unwilling given the excitement he felt over his new position with Avery.
And so Matt found himself walking back to his apartment, trying to figure out how he would explain this to Avery. He knew she would be deeply disappointed in him. He trudged up the steps and put his key in the lock, taking a big breath before entering. Avery was in the kitchen, happily humming as cut up a cucumber for the salad she was making. Hearing the door she turned smiling, but her smile dropped as she saw Matt's expression.
"Oh baby, what's wrong?" She rushed to him and smothered him in a firm hug. Matt started to tear up. No girlfriend had ever treated him so gently. As he started to sniffle, Avery whisked him to the couch, sat him down, and pressed him for what was wrong. To his surprise, she took it extremely well, and was even apologetic.
"Matty, I'm so sorry. I should have known those texts would get you in trouble. I was just having too much fun and I thought it was harmless. This is all my fault."
"No, it's mine. I should have known someone would hear me," Matt said, wiping his eyes.
"You have definitely been very vocal lately," Avery said with a small smile, leaning her head against his chest. The smile vanished, replaced by a look of determination. "I will make this up to you."
Matt tried to protest, but Avery wouldn't hear it. She got up, forcing him to stay seated. The rest of the night she doted on him, kissing him whenever she came to give him a drink or say how much she loved him. Matt felt better, not only about the job he had lost, but in general. He had come expecting Avery to be mad, but instead she had been sweet and kind, practically taking the blame for something Matt knew was mostly his fault. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky.
The next morning, Matt arose late, luxuriating in not having to go to work. Avery was working from home today, so he threw on a pair of sweatpants and lazily ambled into her office to say good morning. Before he could even say hello, Avery sprung up from her chair, embracing him.
"Whoa, what's gotten into you this morning?" he said with a laugh, as she practically twirled him around the room.
"I figured out how to make it up to you! I found you another job, a better job!"
Matt looked at her quizzically. She had managed to find him another job in less than twelve hours? It seemed impossible, but then again, if anyone was capable of it, it was Avery.
"What job?" he asked.
"You know my friend, Sloan? From college. You met her a few years ago at that holiday party?"
Matt did remember. Sloan had been a chemistry TA at Avery's college. She and Avery had become fast friends over the course of the semester that they had shared together and stayed in touch since then. Sloan had moved nearby for work about six months ago and she and Avery occasionally got a drink together. Avery often invited Matt to come along, but he had always declined. The reason as to why...was that Sloan was an extremely intimidating woman.
At the holiday party that Matt had met her, Sloan had shown herself to be a force to be reckoned with. She was a little over 6 feet tall and had worn heels, which made her tower over everyone there, especially Matt. She was also a rower in college and had continued afterward, so was more muscular than most of the men she worked with. In contrast to all that, she had worn an elegant dress of red silk to the party, emphasizing both curves and muscle in a feminine way.
Matt had been gobsmacked by her. He was deeply in love with Avery even then, but he couldn't keep her eyes off her. The whole night he watched her laugh and shmooze with everyone there, equally comfortable in all social circles. There had been a moment where Matt hadn't realized he had zoned out while staring at her, imagining what it might be like to have sex with a woman like Sloan.
When he came to, she was staring back at him, a bemused look on her face. Matt had gone beet red and looked away. When he stole a quick glance back, Sloan was already engrossed in another conversation, but Matt had a sneaking suspicion that she was talking about what a creep he was. Since then, Matt had avoided seeing her again at all costs, both for his sake, as well as Avery's. See, Sloan had risen in the pharmaceutical industry even faster than Avery had at a company called BioProl, and Matt was worried if he embarrassed himself again, it might affect Avery's friendship with Sloan and thus affect Avery's future in her field.
"Matt? Did you hear me?"
Matt came to, realizing he had zoned out recalling a time he had zoned out.
"Sorry, yeah, what about Sloan?"
"Well, I told her about your predicament and she offered to try you out as her personal assistant! Her old assistant just moved across the country so this is perfect!"
Matt did not exactly agree with that statement, but he tried to put on a happy face for Avery.
"That's so thoughtful of you to ask her for me, but I wouldn't want to get either of you in trouble. Isn't hiring me kind of nepotism?"
Avery cocked her head, confused. "She's head of an entire department and you're not a member of her family, I don't think it will be an issue. Besides, the interview is already set up so I can't exactly cancel now."
