Lena looked forward to the day of her interview with her new employer with trembling excitement. She has been looking for a job for a long time, but all to no avail. And now she was offered the vacancy of a secretary and with such tempting conditions that she began to prepare for the meeting from the very morning. She took a bath, blow-dryed her long blond locks, and ironed her suit.
Lena had good taste and liked to dress well. She wore high-quality underwear, belts and stockings that other women do not like so much. Her wardrobe included elegant evening dresses and light summer sundresses. But that day, she wanted to look elegant and business-like, so she decided that a blouse and a formal suit would come in handy. She dressed her slender legs in stockings with elastic bands.
She was told that he would have arrived by 20:00 pm and given the address of the firm's office. She found the address without any problems and at the appointed time she was already standing at the door. Sighing, she straightened her hair once more and firmly pressed the knob. A young man came out at the sound of the door being opened. "You must be interviewing. Come in. Take off your clothes," he said. Lena walked in and found herself in a modernly furnished office. Besides the man who met her, there was no one else. "Let's get straight to the point," he suggested, "my name is Victor. I'm the director of the firm and usually I talk to prospective candidates myself. I must admit that I'm quite demanding. So it all depends on you." "I understand Lena said, well, you ask. You are probably interested in where I worked before?" "No," Victor laughed, it doesn't matter. My recruiting system is different from others." He settled into an easy chair and lit a cigarette. "I will present my requirements to you now, and if you accept them and pass something like a simple test, then the matter is settled." Lena felt some anxiety.
“You see,” Victor continued, “my idea of secretaries is based on the fact that it should be a disciplined assistant who understands all the desires of her leader from a half-word and obeys him unquestioningly. Tell me,” he suddenly asked, “have you ever had to obey representatives of the authorities, well, for example, when passing through customs, have you ever been searched?
Lena was even more confused. She had never traveled abroad and did not know the rules of customs, but what her future boss was asking about now reminded her very much of the situation, how one summer the traffic police stopped her and two inspectors, after inspecting the trunk of her car, were not satisfied with this and told her to put her hands on the hood of the car. They explained that they were looking for especially dangerous criminals and they were allowed to take any measures. Including a search. They groped her from above briefly and ran their hands over her thighs and buttocks. Lena remembered that some feeling of sweetness of submission to the actions of authorities was mixed with the feeling of fear then. She then often recalled this state when she was intimacy with her husband, and from this she experienced excitement. She wanted to tell her husband about this and, thereby, push him to play in a similar situation, but she knew that he would reject her. After all, once, she already put on stockings for him. But he told her to take everything off and said she was a slut and all that. She cried for a long time and never again told her husband that her erotic fantasies were by no means limited to standard bed scenes.
All this swirled through her mind. “I don’t know how to answer your question,” she said, but I think that in all women, by nature, there is a sense of obedience to male representatives, however, provided that this man satisfies her idea of \u200b\u200ba man with a capital M ". “Oh, this is the answer I wanted to hear from you,” Victor smiled, “In that case, I proceed to state my requirements. So, the secretary should wear clothing that is as evidence of her belonging to the female sex. I do not allow trousers , jeans. And vice versa, I encourage truly feminine accessories - stockings, belts, lace underwear, combinations. At work, you are required to change into shoes. Business style of clothing, blouses, skirts, business jackets is preferred. The length of the skirts can be different, but not too short "and if the skirt is long, it should be slit. I would like to know your opinion on this."
The description of the external appearance of the secretary was very consistent with Lena's opinion on this matter. So she nodded in satisfaction. "I agree with you on everything and if this is your only requirement, then you will have no problems with me." Victor took out a sewing centimeter. "So, a low-cut neckline or an open blouse collar may be nothing more for you: Unbutton a few buttons of your blouse, I need to try it on. More, more, so that the bra opens up. Don't worry, I'm not going to have sex with you, but I always take an active participation in determining the criteria for branded clothing and, in addition, I need to make sure that you are confident enough in yourself and do not suffer from unnecessary complexes.
Lena unbuttoned a few more buttons and felt that she was pleased to do so. Probably, in any woman there is at least a small fraction of exhibitionism ... Victor, unceremoniously enough, holding the lapel of her blouse, opened it completely and even lowered it from the woman's shoulders. "So, great. You have nothing to be ashamed of your chest. You have a very beautiful neck, embossed collarbones." As he spoke, he stroked her exposed spots. Lena felt that he had very thin and delicate fingers. "I think you can open up to two or three centimeters. Let's measure." Victor put a centimeter. "Here, from the level of the bow of the bra to the open collar, no more than two centimeters. It will be right here." His finger slowly moved up her chest. "Yes, I think the gate should be open somewhere up to this level"... Lena's breathing became gusty. In her life, she felt caresses when men stroked her breasts, but they were full-fledged caresses and their purpose was to prepare for sex. Here, the man was interested in the degree of openness of the lapel of her blouse, in which she should be at his work, and nothing more. He, as it were, rejected her as a woman and his touches were mean and businesslike.
"Okay," she heard his voice, "let's take care of your skirt. More precisely, its length." His hands came off her quite calmly. Victor sat down in an armchair and took another puff on his cigarette. She remained standing in front of him in her unbuttoned blouse. "So, I think you could wear a shorter skirt. Please lift it higher. Yes, like this with both hands, holding the sides. No, no, not too fast. figure out what length you need. He stopped her when the laces of her stockings were already fully open. "Well, I understand. Although no. Turn your back, please." Lena, with her skirt upturned, turned around. "Great. May I ask you to bend over?" bend down? Lena imagined in what a clumsy and humiliating position she would be. Doesn't he allow himself too much? What is she, a girl for his entertainment, or what? No, she can't!
"No," she resolutely pulled down her skirt and turned to him, "I think it's redundant." Her face was red from excitement and from the shame to which she was subjected. His face was as calm and impassive as ever. "Calm down and sit down. Lena sat down. - You still have to bend over, at least in order to pick up something ... The length of your skirt should be comfortable for all positions in which you may find yourself .. That's why I asked you bend over. By the way, I prefer the secretary not in a short skirt. And speaking about the pose, I wanted to say that the image of the secretary to a large extent depends not only on her clothes, but also on the poses in which she is. "I wanted to talk to you in the future. However, it seems to me that this is no longer advisable. You refused to comply with a fairly simple instruction and I have no guarantees that this will not happen in the future. Let's part."
Lena realized what a mistake she had made. Indeed, in fact, she often took this position when she was with her husband. She liked her very much and was erotic. Another thing is that it has always been in sex, and now she had to get into it in a completely different setting. But, on the other hand, there are few situations when sex and life are very organically intertwined. And, is it possible to say with certainty whether sex or not, when the patient undresses in front of a male doctor? Isn't this the same case? And is it worth losing such an interesting job because of your stupidity?! "I'm sorry, I must have hurried. But you must understand me too - it's hard to do with a man you don't know well." There was silence. He was thinking or just pretending.
“You see, dear girl,” he finally said, “it’s obvious that from your imaginary moral positions, they can be called an everyday word - complexes, you are trying to distinguish sexual relations from other relations, criteria that I characterize as pornography and obscenity. Unfortunately, this is what most people see when they talk about the relationship between a man and a woman.For me, relationships are based on erotic initiators, and if, according to Freud, the sexual principle is the basis of all actions, then I largely have to agree with this postulate. For me, a woman, erotic and desirable, is the source of all my actions and deeds in life. As far as I can remember, indeed, everything that I have done or achieved in my life, all this was in one way or another dictated by my interest in a woman. Woman - this is a source of creative energy, tone, but the interest is not in connecting with it to get what is called the highest degree of voluptuousness. irt, a prelude based on playing according to a certain scenario, actors, roles, the transfer of everyday scenes into intimacy, is much closer and more interesting to me. My partner is a person who shares my interests, and not a prostitute, and even more so not a careerist who sees nothing but her work.
Victor fell silent and lit a cigarette again. Lena listened in silence and thought about how much of what he said coincided with her ideas, which simply did not take shape and were dormant somewhere in her. She began to have a sense of respect and interest in this person and, at the same time, in this man. She remembered the position she had to take in front of him, the lifted skirt, and she regretted even more that she hadn't done it... She clenched her knees. He continued. "Understand, the strength of a woman is in her weakness. Maybe in life a woman wants to be independent from a man, but in intimacy, almost all of you want to be defenseless and feel the power over yourself of a loved one. Even physical. Ask yourself why there are scenes in every second film submission of a woman, this is far from due to the conjuncture, because if it were unpleasant for women, would they really want to watch these films again and again.Another thing is that there are scenes of gross violence - namely pornography and obscenity.But there are scenes of a different nature of submission women are scenes of abduction, the woman appears as a hostage, a prisoner.
Lena listened with closed eyes. His words penetrated deeper and deeper. They clouded her brain, which was like a fog, and reminded her of her fantasies, unfulfilled with her husband. Exactly those that she so wanted, and not those that he did. She tightened her grip on her knees. She was already his prisoner, she was ready to do anything for Victor, even to undress in front of him herself. She so wanted to feel the touch of strong male hands on her body that ...
Suddenly she woke up. Victor silently gazed at her. And what she heard was the worst. "Go, I won't detain you anymore." Lena continued to sit motionless. Her head was spinning and she could not concentrate and find the words that needed to be said now. She must find them in order to stay with this man. "Let me try again," she finally said, "please, because you still have tasks for me, maybe I can handle them." "I don't think so," came the reply, "they're about postures, and you couldn't even make it through the first task." Poses? Lena's brain began to work feverishly. Submission, poses... And then she finally understood what she had to try to do in order to find a way out of her situation. She got up from her chair, walked over to Victor and knelt down in front of him.
"I am at your feet. You can do whatever you want with me, you can punish me, but do not drive me away. I beg you." Because the way his eyelids twitched in surprise, she knew she had hit the mark. But in the next moment, his eyes were again as impenetrable as before. A few seconds later, she heard the verdict. "Okay, get up. At the first disobedience, you will leave here forever." How could there be any disobedience now! She will be his servant, his slave, she will belong to him all, she will now undress and hug his knees. But she had to button up her blouse and strike various positions at his direction. No, they were not depraved or sexually explicit. They were just somehow unusual for everyday life, and, thus, erotic and reverent.
Here she is with her head down. Her legs are pressed together, her knees in the foreground, they are slightly bent, as if in a slight bow. Here she is sitting on the carpet in the corner of the room, clasping her knees tucked to her chest. Now on a chair - her knees are compressed, and her ankles are spread wide apart. Her hands are either behind her back, her chest is boldly outlined, then behind her head. Here she is on her knees, bending over.
Lena, as they say, got a taste. She was very attractive in those moments, and not because of her natural qualities, but because of the role that she had been looking for for so long and finally found. Therefore, she was not surprised when Victor shook his head in approval, ordered her to sit down and informed her that it would not be difficult for her to pass the next test. “As you already know,” he began, “our firm takes various measures to prevent information leakage. In particular, I, as director, can suddenly carry out your personal search. You should not be surprised and you should always be to ready for this. Now, please, stand facing the wall and place your hands on it. Spread your legs shoulder-width apart. Like this. Wider. Now take a step back, keeping your hands on. Bend over. All right, stand," followed the commands. He left the room. Lena remained standing in a pose that was very similar to the one in which they put her traffic police inspector. She involuntarily clenched her legs and at that moment Victor returned.
"I told you to stay in the position in which I left you. I am not pleased with your disobedience." Lena belatedly spread her legs and felt the touch of his hands on her hips. His hands slid up to his armpits. Passed over the shoulders and lingered at the back of the head. Lena felt how they began to gently caress the back of her head, penetrate into her long curls, stroke her earlobes, how they moved to her forehead, slid over her trembling eyelids, cheeks to her parted mouth, lingered near her lips, touched her chin and through her neck slipped to the collar of the blouse. Lena was seized by a small shiver. One of Victor's hands, meanwhile, unhurriedly unbuttoned her collar, the other penetrated inside to her chest. Lena felt how she felt the space between her breasts, persistently and tightly clasped her body, returned back. Hands began to slide over her belly, then over her thighs, to the hem of her skirt. Here they again began to rise, crushing the skirt. Lena felt how they cover first one thigh, right next to her crotch, even slightly touching her, then the second. Here they are already behind her, pass along the buttocks and go down again.
"Well, there is nothing. At least large items. Although, of course, a small note can be hidden in underwear. But, today I do not set myself the task of conducting a thorough inspection. Especially since you have one more extraordinary test ahead of you" . Lena pulled her skirt and turned to face him. After what he did to her, he would surely take advantage of the current situation and her condition. Probably, an extraordinary test is connected with this. His first words showed that she was wrong again.
“I want to warn you that at work I have the right to punish you for the slightest infractions. After all, I ordered you not to change positions. You disobeyed and now I have every reason to deservedly punish you. Of course, this is not about reading lectures or depriving you of bonus "Punishment will be physical. And the fact that your boss and man will punish you, I think, will be perceived by you much more ticklish than any financial losses. Please lower your panties to the level of your knees, supporting them. Come to me, lift your skirt and lie down." belly on my knees." Like hot blows of a whip, his orders penetrated Lena's ears. No, they are not going to rape her, or have sex, or take advantage of her availability, as someone else would have done long ago. No, she, an adult woman with a family, considerable life experience, and finally education, are going to be punished like a small child. They just want to spank her on her naked buttocks. And she will not even be undressed for this! She herself will only have to lower her panties and kneel down to give herself to the execution!
"Well, what about you?" she heard his voice, "or do you object again?" Lena's hands slowly lifted her skirt and lowered her panties even more slowly. He looked at her. It was terribly uncomfortable to walk, but on his instructions, the panties should not fall at all, so she had to hold them with her hands at knee level and take a few steps, walking towards him. She knelt down in front of him, lifted her skirt and raised herself to the required position. "Well, you are ready, lie down comfortably." One of his hands wrapped around her waist, the other around her hips, above her knees, and pulled her up. Her head and hands lay on the couch, her pelvis and buttocks in his lap, and her legs hung down. She felt a soft pop. Rather intuitively, Lena twitched and tried to cover her bare buttocks with her hands. Victor must have expected this. He grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back. "Well, disobedience again. I'll have to resort to another way to pacify you." Lena felt how he tied her hands behind her back with a piece of rope, which he got from somewhere ... While doing this, Victor held the woman on his knees and his hands, tying, at the same time touched her buttocks, the crevice between them.
Lena tried to resist. She didn't understand why she was doing it. Maybe she just didn't have time to think about whether she was behaving correctly, which allowed him to do things with her that no man had ever done with her. Or, perhaps, it was the case when her hidden fantasies, which she did not dare to confess to anyone, were finally realized? And in these fantasies, she always resisted, wriggled and did not let a man get what he needed so easily, and only then experiencing from her ingenuity, her ability to play along, finally from demonstrating her weakness and helplessness, tenfold pleasure. Victor wrapped the end of the rope around her waist, making it impossible for both of her hands to go down and cover her bare buttocks again. "If you continue to resist, I will tie your legs too. Now count the spanks aloud. There will be 10 in total. For today." His hand dropped to her buttocks. She uttered her blows aloud and with each blow she felt an ever approaching and rolling feeling ...
A day later, Lena came to work for the first time. A huge bouquet of roses, presented in front of her by her new leader, was an assessment of her merits. And often then she reflected on who was more powerful of the two of them and over whom?