As Matthew pulled onto the freeway, the image of my boss perched in front of me flashed before my eyes. I would distract myself with Matthew, paying special care to attend to his needs as well as my own. Matthew never complained and was always delighted to accept my physical favor. I managed to hold off for several weeks before I finally contacted Gordon Roth again.
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As the weeks crawled by, I noticed Mr. Roth becoming increasingly agitated. I smiled inwardly, knowing that I was responsible for his negative demeanor. Outwardly, I struggled to keep my mouth shut when I was subjected to his onslaught of degrading commentary. It gave me great satisfaction to realize that the tables had turned. I was in control now, he just did not know that. It made his misdirected anger easier to tolerate by reveling in that fact.
On a particularly difficult afternoon, I decided to communicate with him using the email I had given him. I logged into my account and selected the option to construct a new message. I stared at the screen for several moments before carefully composing my thoughts into writing.
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Gordon,
It has been some time since I had the pleasure of giving you the discipline you so crave. I have decided to grace you with my presence once again. I will be at the Red Velvet Room this weekend. If you are in attendance, I will consider working you over again. Until then.
Goddess
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I read my words numerous times before hitting the send button. Wanting to ensure my words were received as a statement, bordering on a command, and not a request. Goddess does not make requests, Goddess gives direction .
The rest of my afternoon was spent doing the tasks I had put off earlier that week. For some reason, I had a tendency to avoid the repetitive things I was tasked with doing. This week was especially difficult when you add in the fact that Gordon Roth was on a rampage.
I had sympathy for those who came into contact with him in the last few days, knowing that if it were not for me avoiding contacting him, he would otherwise be manageable. That was part of the reason I finally contacted Mr. Roth. I did not feel it was fair that others be subjected to his behavior on account of me .
As I got busy filing several stacks of documents I had put off most of the week, I heard a chime from my computer speaker, indicating I had received an email. The sound sent a thrilling sensation through my body. I chastised myself silently for actually being excited he may have responded. When I touched the mouse on top of my desk, the screen came alive, revealing my inbox that I had left opened on the desktop.
The email informed me that the sender was indeed Gordon Roth. I smiled as I clicked on the new message.
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Yes, Goddess! I will definitely be there. Do you have any requirements I need to fulfill prior to this weekend?
Yours, Gordon
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"Yours?" I was elated. Never had I expected him to be so enraptured by me that he would consider himself mine. Well, not mine, he belonged to Goddess. My finger hovered over the mouse button before I finally settled on sending him a reply immediately, instead of torturing him further, risking having his sinister behavior affect more people who were undeserving.
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Gordon,
I wish you to be ready to be handled when I arrive. Do not make me wait. Approach me as is fit for a slave. If you are unsure of what that means, please seek the advice of others in servitude. Be ready to welcome me by 10:00 PM.
Goddess
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When he replied to my latest message, I did not need to read it to know what it said. Curious as I was however, I hovered the pointer over the message and a preview appeared. I could clearly see one sentence in reply.
“Yes, Goddess! ”
I was pleased, Mr. Roth was falling into line nicely. His desire to serve me almost rivaled that of my beloved pet, Matthew. I was glad I had finally contacted him as my weeks had been plagued with dreams of Gordon kneeling before me, his naked skin glistening in flickering candlelight. His head bowed forward as I used different implements to exact my punishment. Each time I landed a blow, he begged for more with only a look. My dreams all ended the same, with Matthew coming through the door and discovering us in the throes of passion. Visions of our flesh melded together as one echoed through my mind when I finally woke up and realized I was still alone in my apartment.
Matthew did his best to consume my time. I had invited him over on several occasions to provide me with the outlet I needed to continue to deal with Mr. Roth at work. Secretly, I was also using him as a distraction from the feelings Gordon had stirred deep inside me. Emotions I had not felt in a very long time, since I disallowed emotion in my relationships and replaced it with complete control. As one day flowed to the next, however, Gordon’s attitude changed from bad, to worse .
The intercom on the phone on my desk buzzed, ripping me from my thoughts. Mr. Roth’s deep voice came through the speaker, requesting that I meet with him earlier tomorrow than usual. He had somewhere he needed to go in the late afternoon so he needed to hold our weekly summary at noon instead of prior to my departure in the evening. I agreed and told him I would put it on my calendar immediately to remind me of the new time. Before hanging up, Gordon Roth actually thanked me.
When the familiar click of him hanging up his receiver came through the phone, I was delighted. I was beginning to believe that I had tamed the beast. If it was possible. I switched to my calendar on my computer and clicked on Friday of that week. I opened the appointment with Gordon and changed the time from 4:00 PM to 12:00 PM and hit save. The reminder would automatically update both Gordon and myself as I had forwarded him the invite. Before shutting my computer down for the day, I stared at the last message I had received from him.
Nervous energy was overwhelming me, but I ignored it in favor of the glee that I now felt. I had him right where I never knew I wanted him, eating out of the palm of my hand.
The next day dragged on. A Friday had never gone so slow. I wanted to skip through and wake up on Saturday morning, but that was an impossible wish. Instead of continuously lamenting the situation, I carried on as if nothing was amiss. When the familiar chime of a calendar reminder came forth from my computer’s speakers, I glanced at the screen. It was informing me that I had a meeting with Mr. Roth in fifteen minutes. At least I knew he would depart following our weekly review of the next week’s coming events.
I gathered my typical items. Steno pad, two pens. One extra just in case the first decided to peter out in the middle of taking notes. I debated on bringing my cell phone and decided to leave it in my office. Taking my sweet time, I slowly trudged out the door toward Gordon’s office. Ms. Salas greeted me with a typical smile as I wandered slowly across the lobby of the executive suite. The large doors looming before me as I hesitated, hand poised in a knocking position just in front of its surface. Finally, I caved and rapped three times with my knuckles .
“Come,” was all he said, indicating I should join him in his office. I turned the doorknob and let myself in. He had all the lights turned down, except the one on his desk. It was darker inside his office than I was used to. I was actually a little soothing as I approached his desk and stood in front of him. He waved one hand in my direction in a gesture that I should have a seat. I lowered myself onto the leather chair and positioned myself so I could write on my steno pad without much difficulty.
Gordon remained silent for several seconds. When he finally spoke, his words came slowly, with determination and purpose. I could tell that his mind was elsewhere, and a mental cheer sounded inside my head. He was under the spell of the great Goddess, and I knew exactly what that meant. If I said jump, he would say, how high. I almost giggled out loud at this last thought, but forced the sounds back down my throat, instead clearing it as though I had a tickle deep inside. He barely noticed and continued speaking.
We reviewed the next week’s caseload. Mr. Roth would be in court the better half of the week. That
was a relief. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to ride the line. I struggled with not issuing commands to him during his daily onslaughts. In my mind, I kept track of the difficult emotions he caused me, vowing to make him pay for each time this weekend. This helped but did not take away the feeling completely.
I scribbled notes down. Taking down which cases he would need the files for on Monday so I could leave them with Ms. Salas as I always did. He made a few special requests on the second case that I would need to follow up with the opposing council to ensure the documents Mr. Roth needed were received prior to court Monday afternoon. He looked far away as he droned on about business.
“My mother loved the flowers, thank you,” Gordon Roth never thanked anyone, yet today, he was thanking me. This came as a shock to me and I had to look up at him to be sure he was not being sarcastic. His face reflected genuine appreciation, something that I had never witnessed before. It suddenly dawned on me that I had been jealous for no reason. The flowers were for his mother not some random tramp he was bedding at the time. I was relieved but silently scolded myself for my weakness. He was not really mine to possess, so jealousy had no place in our relationship. I could not help that the human side of me occasionally reared its ugly head in a stereotypical response to another female sniffing around my turf.
“I am glad. You are very welcome, Mr. Roth. All in a day’s work,” I actually smiled at him. It was a rare thing when Gordon Roth was actually pleased with me and I did not intend on wasting the moment. A small smile found its way to his lips in return as he continued to go over work-related matters.
It felt like time was suspended while we sat and discussed the matters at hand. Unfortunately, it had not and time was slipping away from us. I glanced at the clock above his head and realized we had been talking for nearly an hour. Our typical meeting lasting only fifteen minutes as that was all I could usually stand to be around him at once.
“Mr. Roth, do you have somewhere to be? It is nearly 1:00 PM and I know you needed to meet with me early today as you had some business to take care of offsite,” he jumped slightly at this statement, turning his head to look at the clock that informed him of the time in the lower corner of the computer monitor.
“Yes, thank you,” he thanked me again. I was ecstatic. Not once, but twice, he had actually acknowledged me in a positive manner. We both rose from our places and he reached down to power down his computer then used the same hand to retrieve his cell phone from the top of his desk and slide it into his jacket pocket. A few more items of business were thrown at me as he busied himself to leave and I wrote down his thoughts. He retrieved his briefcase from the table to the right of his desk and glanced in my direction. I was already at his heels, still writing as we walked. I followed him out of the office toward the exit before he finished speaking.
“Will that be all?” I was practically pushing him out the door. Partly because I did not want him to be late on my watch and the other part was that I needed to distance myself from him quickly. The sudden softening of his demeanor toward me had me confused and I needed to get my head together if I was going to be effective tomorrow night.
“Yes, Ms. King. Have a wonderful weekend and be safe, there are a lot of crazies out there that you would never even think were out do no good,” I was impressed by his concern for my safety. I envisioned a chip of ice falling from his shoulder as if he suddenly began to thaw from his usually freezing cold affect. He turned and I watched the light gleam off his shaved head before disappearing into the hallway toward the elevator doors.
I turned and looked at Ms. Salas. The look on her face spoke volumes. She too had noticed the change in Mr. Roth and was equally shocked that he had anything nice to say to me, ever. In order to break through the strange tension in the air, Ms. Salas thrust her thumb up in the air, a comical sign that we were finally free and could finish up our day without concerning ourselves with how Gordon Roth would react or what he would say to deflate our otherwise positive mood.
This time I laughed out loud and Ms. Salas joined me. Too bad she did not know what I really was laughing at. If anyone knew that it was I who had Gordon Roth wrapped tightly around my finger, it could mean a lot of trouble for both of us. It was a good thing no one knew, not even Mr. Roth himself .
My office seemed larger somehow when I entered the room to finish up my day. I retrieved the files for the cases I had written down on my steno pad while meeting with Mr. Roth. I stacked them neatly on the table next to the door, ready to retrieve them as I left for the day.
Moving the mouse on the desk to bring the machine back to life, I half hoped I would see another groveling email from Mr. Roth, but he had not messaged me since the last time. I stared at the two words on the screen. I was taking a risk, but at the moment, it was a risk I was willing to take.
I saved the documents I had been working on, powered down and gathered my personal belongings. Heading for the door, I grabbed the thick case files I had set by the exit and rested them in the crook of my elbow. As I walked toward Ms. Salas to hand her the files, she looked up at me from her small computer screen.
“As always, a pleasure, Ms. King. Have a good weekend and let us all pray that, whatever is causing Mr. Roth to be so much more agreeable, continues indefinitely,” I could not help but smile.
“You as well, Ms. Salas,” I turned and headed out the door. The weekend was calling and I greeted it with enthusiasm.
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I spent the evening mentally preparing myself to become the powerful creature I was on the inside. By the next day, my alter ego was ready to take the reins and run with it. I felt a little bad for not inviting Matthew this time around, but had given him plenty of attention during the past several weeks. I felt as though he would be content without me this weekend. Because I did not want to drive my aging vehicle, I had contacted Mistress Liliana and arranged to ride with her. She arrived early and was waiting in my living area patiently for me to prepare myself for the evening.
She sat on the couch sipping the water I had provided as I changed my clothes quickly. I had already done my makeup and hair earlier, so it was only a matter of choosing what I would wear. I found myself tying myself into a dark purple number that corseted up the back. A matching garter belt and black stockings to give myself a more feminine look. I topped it off with the more delicate mask, swirl patterns that traced along the tops of my eyebrows, enhanced with randomly placed rhinestones. When we left my apartment, I was ready to take the world by storm.
Mistress Liliana chatted as we drove. I vaguely heard what she was saying and nodded or uttered an occasional response so she did not feel I was not listening to her. My mind was somewhere else, I pictured myself poised above Gordon’s naked body, tracing his muscles with my fingertips before striking him with a cat of nine tails. The straps of leather leaving gorgeous red line welts as I dragged it across his skin to arch upward and strike him again.
When we came to a stop in front of the Red Velvet Room, I was forced from my visions and back into the moment. The valet opened my door and I exited the vehicle, Mistress Liliana was quickly at my side. She slipped her arm into mine, a strange thing for me as I was not a touchy feely girl. We walked toward the entrance together and was greeted by the butler who took our coats and ushered us into the main hall.
My eyes scanned the room quickly. As directed, Gordon Roth was standing on the other side of the room, next to the bar. Also as directed, he stood there naked, glorious muscles flexing as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Wonderful! My mind was racing. I was delighted to see him, yet I was nervous simultaneously.
Mistress Liliana relinquished my arm when we made it to the VIP area. Master Jason already on his feet to greet us. He embraced us both, lingering for a few seconds longer in my arms than he had Liliana’s. I watched as John emerged from the darkness and bowed to his knees in front of us. She looked down at him, eyes sparkling with joy as he bent forward and showered her feet with tiny
kisses. Walking around him, she sat down on her usual seat and he joined her, kneeling appropriately on his pedestal.
Gordon Roth’s gaze caught mine. I felt myself holding my breath and forced my lungs to exhale. He slowly approached the thrones as I took my place as the head of royalty. When he reached the velvet ropes, he dropped to his knees and his eyes locked onto mine. I put my finger up and curled it toward my direction repeatedly to have him come toward me. The sight of his large frame crawling across the carpet sent shivers through my body, settling low in my groin. I suddenly wanted to have him alone.
Instead of grabbing him and dragging him off to the private rooms on the other side of the great hall, I allowed him to make his way onto the pedestal to my left. The one that Matthew usually occupied. He carefully positioned his body to display himself properly and settled in. I stroked his bald head absently as servants came to bring the new arrivals something to drink. I made small talk and acknowledged the visitors that Master Jason had invited. Nodding at each in turn before sipping red wine from a goblet that had been placed in my hand. I was stalling, but it would not be long before the ache in my belly overwhelmed me.
Deciding I had had my fill of chatter, I snapped my fingers and a servant immediately appeared at my side. I whispered in her ear and she darted off across the hall. When she returned, she was holding a thick, leather collar with a metal ring attached to the front and a small leash fastened to the ring. She handed it to me and backed away slowly, making sure that she had plenty of distance from me before turning her back to attend to another guest.
I looked at Gordon who crouched motionless on his platform. The collar looked wonderful against his strong neck. I fastened it around the back and took the lead in my hand. No one paid us much mind as I led him off toward the private areas. He crawled behind me awkwardly as I patiently guided him away from my throne.
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