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I have always been in positions of power in my profession and I pride myself on running a productive yet respectful workplace. I run a software development firm in Western Canada and most of my programmers are men, but occasionally I find a good woman to work here as well. I have always been careful about not being sexist or allowing a workplace that demeans women.
I had not realized though that once in a while a woman comes along who enjoys being demeaned. Kathryn is such a woman and when she started working for me as my secretary I had no idea what is in store for me.
Kathryn is in her mid-thirties, tall, with long reddish-brown hair, firm C-cups, and delightfully round buttocks. Even though she dressed conservatively – business suits and dresses just above the knee, her sensuality was so natural that it was hard not to stare at her.
She was stationed right outside my office and I could see her through my office window, a side view which allowed me to see her curves and her mouth move when she answered the phone. I was always subtle about looking. I didn’t want there to be any chance of any kind of harassment charges.
She was very good at her job, efficient and proactive. She always seemed to know what I needed before I told her. When her three-month probation came up, I was happy to make her a permanent employee and I even gave her a raise, something I didn’t usually do that soon with a new hire.
Kathryn was very grateful for the raise. “I love my job, Mister Swanson. I do try to make your job easier.”
“I know you do, Kathryn, and that’s why I gave you a raise. I appreciate how you are always willing to go the extra mile.”
Once she was permanent, Kathryn started to be more outgoing around the office, and with me. Early on she typically wore her hair in a bun or a pony tail, but these days she wore it down more often than not. She still dressed conservatively, but I noticed on casual Fridays she started to show a different side of her fashion sense. At first, she wore jeans and a nice blouse. Her jeans were very tight and made her bottom look even more attractive than it looked in business pants. But over time, she got more daring, if that’s the right word, and started wearing dresses and skirt on Fridays and most of them were rather short.
One day, around 4 pm, just before a long weekend, she stepped into my office to review some files with me. This was fairly routine. This time when I looked at her I noticed her blouse had come undone at the top. Usually she had one or two buttons undone, but this time, two more had come undone. I assumed they just worked themselves loose. The lace on her bra was clearly visible as was some cleavage, the first time I had ever seen that from her.
I guess she caught me looking. Her face went red and she fumbled through refastening her buttons. “I’m sorry,” she said.
I let her know it wasn’t a problem and we carried on with our file review. Toward the end she asked me what I was doing for the weekend.
“I have to work late tonight,” I said matter of factly. “Tomorrow, too. What about you?” I knew she had a boyfriend from a lunch room conversation I over heard. “Any plans with your boyfriend?”
She shook her head. “No, he broke up with me a couple of days ago.”
“Oh, I am so sorry, Kathryn.”
“Yeh,” she said. She looked like she might cry. “Apparently I am not the kind of girl he wanted to get serious about.”
I wanted to ask her what kind of girl that was, but I knew better. Before I could say anything else, Kathryn said, “You work so hard, Sir. Please let me know if there is anything extra I can do to help you.”
“Thank illegal bahis you, Kathryn. I will keep that in mind.”
Kathryn ran her hand through her long hair. “Sure, Mister Swanson. Anything at all. I mean it.”
As Kathryn left my office, in the doorway she dropped a file and papers flew out across the floor. She immediately bent over to collect them and when she did, her short skirt rose above the tops of her nylons. To my surprise I noticed she was wearing a white garter belt and I caught a glimpse of a matching thong. It seemed to take her forever to pick up all the papers, not that I minded, but I must admit I felt a bit uncomfortable with the thoughts racing through my head.
Once she retrieved all the papers, she stood up and half turned toward me and smiled. “I am so sorry, Sir, for being such a clumsy girl.”
I didn’t think much of it and kept working for a couple more hours. As I was leaving, I noticed a notebook on Kathryn’s desk. Seeing notebooks on people’s desks was nothing out of the ordinary, but this one was titled “My Secret Diary.” I looked around the office. I called out to see if anyone was around. No answer.
I knew better, but the temptation of reading her secret diary was too great for me. I sat down and opened it, and from the very first page I knew I had to read it all. Some of her entries were rather mundane but others were, to be perfectly frank, pornographic. She wrote about being gang banged, sucking men off in bathrooms, anal sex, and one entry was about how intrigued she was with golden showers. I was shocked and aroused.
Toward the end I came across the most provocative entry of all. It was quite short:
“I wish he would notice me. I want to please him so much. I would do anything he asked of me. I wonder how he will react to how I unbuttoned my blouse earlier. I wish I had the courage to show him what a slut I want to be for him. Oh, if only he just took command of me. I would be so happy.”
I went home with a hard-on, and all I thought about was Kathryn all weekend. After reading what she wrote about me and her desires, I started to plan how I could test those waters on Monday. I knew it was risky but how often does a 55-year-old man read that kind of stuff from a secretary 20 years his junior?
On Monday, Kathryn was already at her desk when I arrived. I noticed her diary was no longer on her desk. She was wearing a blue business suit with a plain white blouse – nothing fancy or risqué. After I got settled, Kathryn appeared with a cup of coffee, something she did each morning. “Is there anything you want, Sir?”
Usually I said no, but not today. “Kathryn, please close the door and sit down.”
“Oh,” she said. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no, nothing like that, but I do have a change I would like you to make.”
“Yes, of course, Mr. Swanson. What is it?”
“Well,” I said. I knew once I said what I wanted to say, one of two things would happen. She would storm out and head straight for HR, or she and I would be embarking on a different relationship from what we currently enjoyed. I cleared my throat and in a voice, that was as authoritarian as I could muster, I said, “It’s about your clothes.”
“My clothes, Sir?”
“Yes, I find them rather conservative and I would like you to dress more…more aesthetically.”
“I am not sure I understand, Sir.”
“You see, Kathryn, I am rather old fashioned and prefer to see a woman in a dress or skirt. Pant suits are rather drab to be honest and there is enough drabness here as it is. I want you to spice things up a bit.”
“I see,” casino siteleri Kathryn said. I swore I saw her release a small smile but I wasn’t sure. “I will do my best to accommodate you, Sir.”
“Thank you,” I said.
I figured she would get up and return to her desk, but she just sat there. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“What exactly does ‘spice things up’ mean? I just want to make sure I understand so I get this right for you.”
She wasn’t going to make this easy for me. “I would prefer to see you in colourful dresses, though sometimes I do enjoy a woman dressed in black.”
She actually wrote down what I was saying. “Got it, Sir. And?”
“And?”
“Oh, I am just wondering if there is an office policy about…” She paused and took a deep breath. “About how short a dress or skirt can be and…” She stopped again for a second. “And how low cut you want me on top?”
I tried to sound like this was a normal question for a secretary to ask her boss. “Oh, good question, Kathryn. “No, there are no rules. You can decide.”
She wrote that down, too, and said, “Thank you, Sir.” I’d be happy to do that for you and will go shopping right after work.”
I was feeling even braver now, more confident. “One more thing, Kathryn.”
“Yes?”
I think how a woman feels about her clothes has a lot to do with what she is wearing underneath them. Do you agree?”
Kathryn bit her lip. “I do, Sir. May I ask what that might be?”
“I will leave that to you to decide.” I smiled and then added, “Well I do like a woman who wears nylons instead of pantyhose.”
“Yes, Mister Swanson. “Are garters acceptable?”
“Yes, Kathryn. I would like that. I tell you what, why don’t you go shopping now, take some time and get a few things and bring them back at the end of the day to try on for me. Would you like that?” I slipped my credit card out of wallet and handed it to her. “My treat,” I said.
“Oh,” she said. “Do I have a budget?”
I wasn’t sure what the amount should be so I just told her to go out and find an outfit for each day of the rest of the week.”
Kathryn beamed. “Yes, Sir, of course. I promise I won’t disappoint you.”
“I am counting on that, Kathryn.” I felt a power over her rising within me. “You are dismissed, dear.”
That made her blush. “Of course, Sir. I will get to shopping right away.”
The rest of the day crawled by. I sat in boring meetings about a new software package we were developing and how we would market it. I couldn’t wait for the day to end.
It was around 6 pm when Kathryn finally returned carrying more shopping bags than I could count. Everyone had left for the day and the only lights that were on were in my office.
“Hi, Mister Swanson. I think I got a very nice selection of things that will meet your requirements.”
My office is very large. In one corner is a table and chair that sit behind a Japanese, hinged room divider. I pointed at the divider. “Why don’t you change behind that so I can be surprised when you show me what you bought.
I waited while she rummaged through her bags and got into her first outfit. “I am sorry this is taking so long,” she said.
“Well, you know that old saying: ‘Good things come to those who wait.'”
Kathryn laughed. “I have heard that, too, Sir. I hope it’s true.”
When she stepped out from behind the divider, I know my jaw dropped. Kathryn’s first outfit was a black-knit dress that hugged her body as if the fabric were painted on. It had a scooped plunging neckline. Her breasts were larger than I had imagined and I wondered how her breasts stayed poker siteleri contained. Kathryn turned around to show me the back. Her ass was incredible and the dress was so tight I could make out the outline of a thong. She was wearing nylons as well and black hi-heels.
She turned around and around, posed with one hand on her hip, ran both hands through her hair. “You like?”
“Very much.”
I was glad I was sitting behind my desk. “Let’s see what else you bought.”
“Sure, but…”
My eyes widened as she slowly lifted the dress up above her waist. She was wearing a garter belt and her thong was so small, it creeped up between her labia, which were in plain sight. She turned around and I moaned when I saw her bare ass framed between the garter belts.”
“Oh, Sir. I can tell you approve.”
For the next two hours she tried on outfit after outfit, each one featuring her body in different ways and each one having another seductive outfit underneath. Eventually I figured she was done, but she asked me to see one more outfit and of course I agreed.
Her next outfit blew me away. All she was wearing were red hi-heels and a matching platform bra over which her large breasts hung, her nipples hard as pebbles. I could see everything. Her ass, her pussy, which was perfectly smooth. “I thought this one would be great for working late hours together, Sir.”
Kathryn walked around my desk, pushed my keyboard away and sat on the edge. “Anything else I can show you,” she whispered. But she didn’t wait for me to answer. She slowly opened her legs. Her labia parted and right there inches away from me was her dripping pussy, pink as a pale rose. She reached down with both hands and spread herself wide open. “Better now?”
I was mesmerized. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy. Before I could muster up a response, she stood up and turned around, bent over and reached around and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Both of her holes were now exposed. Her brown anus was tight and moist, no doubt from her pussy juices leaking down during her fashion show.
She turned her head toward me. “Sir, could I ask a favor?”
I chuckled. “You can ask me for anything right now, Kathryn.”
She laughed. “I hurt my shoulder in gymnastics class, Mister Swanson, and it is hard for to sustain this pose for you. Would you mind holding my cheeks open?”
“You are incredible,” I mumbled. I reached out and placed my hands on hers and as she pulled hers away, mine took over. My thumbs were an inch away from her asshole.
“Sir, you can open me wider if you wish. I won’t break, I promise.”
I slid my thumbs to either side of her anus and with my palms pressed against her soft, firm ass I stretched her open even more. “Wow,” I whispered.
“Do you like looking inside me, Mister Swanson?”
I didn’t answer. She knew the truth.
It was just after 9 pm. Either we stopped now or we wouldn’t be getting much sleep, if any. “It’s late, Sir. I should go home and feed the cats. Would that be okay? I can get here very early tomorrow if you want me to.”
As she got dressed and packed all of her purchases back in their bags, we said nothing. Sometimes you just have to let things settle in. At one point Kathryn looked into a bag that had not yet been opened. “Oh,” she giggled.
“What?”
“I bought some special jewelry and forgot to show you. Can I show you tomorrow, Sir?”
What a tease. “That would be delightful. Let me walk you to your car.”
“Oh, Mister Swanson, that would be dangerous, you know. Let’s just go our separate ways from here.”
I gave her a warm hug in the doorway of my office. As she passed by her desk, she stopped and opened a drawer and pulled out her diary. Then she smiled at me and said, “If it okay if I take this home with me, Sir? I mean, are you done reading it?”
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Chapter two is coming soon.
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