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Cornflower Blue

Beagle9690

September 2019

A STRONG, HARD,\nBODY and a disciplined mind, make the man. As a telepath and a dominant alpha\nmale, I take what I want. I place commands or ideas and suggestions into\npeople’s minds in two ways. Direct control is for immediate compliance. Contingent on the situation, I may\ninvoke strong overwhelming emotions such as terror or panic, to achieve my desired results.

For permanent\nresults, I use subtle mind control. Think of \"subtle\" as pleasant and\nsoothing whispers, repeating over-and-over\nin overlapping circles in a person's subconscious. Soon after I’ve selected them, I’ll induce a “light trance,” this best describes it, and they\nwon't be aware of it. I'll make eye contact, as during\nany normal conversation, so that I may talk to the individual, and they’ll reveal everything to me,\nincluding their deepest secrets, longings, and desires, should I ask.

It may take several weeks, contingent upon the individual, for my\nsubtle, soothing whispers to be ingrained in their core to ensure their\ncompliance and loyalty to me is absolute, and just as importantly, for\nthem to be content and happy with this aspect of their lives. Their basic\npersonality, core values, and beliefs, and all other relationships remain the\nsame. I see to their overall well being; they now are under my protection. I have five-hundred people under permanent\ncontrol. They are in my Circle. They contribute to the good of my closed network,\nsharing a portion of the wealth and resources, and they look out after each\nother as a whole.

Women are a\nparticular interest of mine and\ndiscovering a woman's unique qualities and the nuances of their personalities\nfor them to be my complaint, submissive lover. They will prostrate themselves at my feet if I so desire.

I’ve had many\nwomen in my lifetime; one at a time or two or\nmore together, mostly short dalliances, a few months or so. I then move\non, making them forget; however, a dormant key command is always present to\nbring them back to where we left off.

I remove the\nsexual inhibitions from these women to give them multiple orgasms and sexual\nnirvana, to have them almost begging, if not outright begging to perform oral\nsex because to them semen is an\naphrodisiac more potent than any, real or imagined to keep them firmly under my\nthumb.

I prefer women with long hair,\nand I will insert a subtle suggestion to make it their preference for\nthemselves, always, including my former short-haired dalliances, assuming their\nhair texture and facial features are suitable, should I decide to revisit their\ncarnal delights.

For most of my\nselected women, long hair becomes an integral component of their self-esteem,\nand part of their identity as a woman. Cutting, their hair, while they suck on\nmy cock, or making them do it themselves, or sending them somewhere to have\ntheir hair cut short, is the ultimate punishment, and a component of subtle\ncontrol.

I occasionally\nuse direct control to enjoy brief (a couple of hours, or a day) dalliances with any woman who strikes my fancy, when the opportunity arises, including married women. These women will wake up from a deep and\nrefreshing sleep with an altered memory. They will not remember me after. The husbands of these married women, should I\ndeem them good men, will enjoy the gradual changes in his wife and her\nincreased sexual appetite, plus attentiveness to please them in the bedroom.

I take special\ndelight in adjusting the attitudes of beautiful, arrogant, wealthy elitist,\nrude women. They will prostrate themselves, and crawl to kiss and lick my feet,\nfor the privilege of performing oral sex, and they will do anything to curry my\nfavor to receive their orgasms.

Their penance\nbegins with no makeup allowed. I require these elitist women to wear simple,\nmodest, clothing-dresses preferred. I may send them to a preferred hairstylist\nto receive a blunt bowl or mushroom style haircut should they have long hair.\nDepending on the woman, I may decide not to cut it. I will require them to keep\ntheir long hair in braided pigtails until their penance is complete; to humble\nthem and remove their arrogant vanity.

They will clean\nmy house thoroughly from top to bottom, while they’re naked if instructed to do\nso. It goes far to teach them manners and respect for the feelings of other\npeople. It is good to have an obedient\nand grateful temporary housekeeper in my-residences, estates, cottages, and\ntimeshares, naked or otherwise.

I have found that intelligent and creative woman; artists, writers, or musicians for\nexample, college-educated or not, make the best submissive lover using subtle\ncontrol to prompt their imagination, and biological sexuality to release their\ncarnal delights.

Sandy Anderson\nis my submissive live-in lover, personal secretary, and travel companion. She\nis not aware I am a telepath. Now 28\nyears of age, Sandy is an attentive, compliant woman with a curvaceous and\ndelightfully petite figure. She is five feet, five inches tall, and weighs\napproximately 120lbs.

She has a tight\nlittle ass, and exquisite firm and round breasts\nwith wonderfully pink and sensitive turned up nipples.

Sandy’s eyes are\na vibrant cornflower-blue, and she has a wholesome, healthy peaches and cream complexion. She has a small\nand slightly turned-up nose and delicate, dainty ears. Her generous and full\ncupid lips complement her youthful appearance.

She's also a\nnatural strawberry blonde. Her soft and thick, silky tresses are a luxurious\ndelight to my eyes and fingers. Sandy has grown her hair out to the classic\nlength, precisely blunt cut straight across the bottom. She will never\nhave layers cut into it, or change the color without my permission.

When I allow her\nto wear it down in public, always with me, her luxurious tresses fall past her buttocks to caress her upper thighs. Sandy\nis required to wear her hair up when she goes out alone in public. And not just\nin a ponytail; but in something that hides the length of her hair: a dancer’s\nbun, braided bun, chignon, a French twist, etc., as a constant visual reminder\nof her submission to me.

Below is Sandy’s perspective (words) on how we met, and they are factually\naccurate. She is, of course, is writing this to please me, and all that may\nfollow.

WHAT CAN BE MORE\nLIBERATING for a woman to embrace her true biological nature, and to experience\nsexual nirvana and rapturous orgasms beyond belief? I reject the unnatural, artificial, modern\nsocial constructs of what constitutes a man or woman; the fleeting ideas of a\nwarped modern industrial society that discourage, deny and constrain a woman of\nfulfilling her true biological sexuality. A truly liberated woman submits\ntotally, heart and soul to her man.

I grew up in\nAurora, Nebraska and lived a quiet and sheltered, life, as the younger of my\ntwo sisters, both of them married with families and children, in the town where\nwe grew up. They attend the same conservative Christian church. My sisters,\nlike my mother, abide by the tradition of women in my mother’s side of the\nfamily of having long hair, inspired, in part, by 1 Corinthians 11:15, “But if\na woman has long hair, it is a glory to her.”

Our small church\nwas an important part of my life until I left home. My Daddy is Deacon there,\nand my Mama teaches Sunday school. Mama defers to him in most things. I love to\npaint and draw. Pottery and creating from clay comes easy for me, so, I left\nhome and moved to the East coast to attend college in Rochester, NY, against my\nparent's wishes, because of my yearning to travel, and expand my horizons\nbeyond my hometown.

They all but\ndisowned me. My parents cut me off, financially unless I returned to my senses\nand returned home. My sisters, however, understood and supported me, sending\nmoney when they could, as I focused on my studies, and maintained a 3.3-grade\npoint average or better. I didn’t have time to date or see anyone.

I was out of\ncollege for a year with a Masters of the Arts, and heavily in debt for my\neducation loans. I sent my resume to dozens of places, finally hiring a\nprofessional service, and still, no offers or prospects in my career field. I\nwas still a virgin, saving myself the right man.

It doesn’t\nmatter now. I’ve found my place in life. He asks so little of me and gives so\nmuch. Aaron has given me a rich and fulfilled life with the opportunity to\ntravel, often at a moment’s notice, and to see and experience new places and\nmeet interesting people; goodness, he knows so many. He is a strong, forceful\nman. He can be very persuasive. However, he’s also polite and respectful with\nmost people, and they naturally defer to him.

I’ve never heard\nhim curse or swear. Aaron says profanity is an indication of a weak and\nundisciplined mind and lack of intellect. He also says a strong, hard, body and\na disciplined mind, make the man. Sorry, I’m a bit off track, but it is\nimportant to tell you how I feel about him. I love him, and I know in my heart\nof hearts, Aaron loves me.

I left off with\nno offers of jobs in my career field, and so, it was necessary to settle for a\nminimum wage job working in an upscale Barista in Pittsford, NY. In consideration\nfor having open availability for my working hours, the owner and my boss, John Randal,\nrented me a small, but very cozy studio apartment with one bedroom above the\nbusiness for modest, no, for a blessedly cheap rent that included all\nutilities.

After working\nthere for a year, I received a two dollar an hour raise and a week paid\nvacation as a bonus for being his top employee. I went on a five-day\nshoe-string budget vacation in August to the 1000 Islands, and my friend Mary,\nfrom college, was going to meet me there for the weekend. We were staying in a\nlittle bed and breakfast in Alexandria Bay, NY. I drove on ahead to get\neverything ready. It was Pirates Weekend in the Bay, and we were going there\nfor the nightlife and to party. Have a few drinks and listen to the bands.

People packed\nthe main street with all the bars and taverns, restaurants and souvenir shops\nnear the water, including the public docks; some in costume, dressed as colorful\nand flamboyant pirates, or tavern wenches in a 1940’s Hollywood extravaganza,\nMary and I included. I know how to sew, and I made our dresses, to be used\nagain at an upcoming Renaissance Fair in Sterling NY.

We had a great\ntime; we listened to three different bands, however, as they say, “All good\nthings must come to an end,” or perhaps good things may begin at the end? It was after one in the morning. Mary was\nexhausted from drinking and dancing with a young med student. She and Michael\nseemed to hit it off, and Mary was to have a late dinner with him on Sunday.\nGod bless her. She returned to bed and\nbreakfast to crash, and sleep in late; we both would, we were on vacation. I\ndecided to walk down to the public dock and sit on a bench, watch the stars,\nand to listen to the waves lapping the shore before turning in.

I was halfway\ndown the weathered wood dock when I heard heavy, lumbering footsteps on the\nplanks and drunken menacing laughter, followed by vulgar sexual comments\ndirected at me.

I turned to see two\nlarge men behind me. I tried to walk around them, but they stood in front of\nme, making kissing noises and lickings their lips. One of them stayed in front\nof me and the other behind me. I could smell the alcohol on their breath. They\ngot closer, and the one with the teal polo shirt and tan chinos shoved some\nmoney into my dress between my breasts.

He then pushed\nme to his partner and they pushed me back and forth between them, keeping me\noff balance, and one of the hundred dollars bills came out and fell onto the\ndock. They were laughing and trying to grope\nmy breasts while trying to kiss me. I took a deep breath to scream, and before\nI did, I saw movement on the right, and the larger of the two, wearing the teal\nshirt was thrown effortlessly head-over-heels into the river, and yes, it was Aaron.

My remaining\nassailant was wearing a red polo shirt and brown cargo shorts. He raised his\nhands, palms out and said, “Hey, pal, I don’t want any trouble. It’s not how it\nlooks.”

“You are a liar.\nMove away from the lady,” Aaron ordered, and when he did, “Miss, get behind\nme.” I did, and Aaron asked, “Are you hurt?” I shook my head, then finding my\nvoice, I said, No, not really,” and he replied, “Good if you have a cell phone,\ndial 911.”

“Listen, Buddy,\nshe approached us earlier and promised us a good time. We’ve already paid this\nwhore five hundred dollars, and,” Mr. red shirt couldn’t finish his lie because\nAaron hit him twice, his fists blurs of motion; jab, jab, lightning-fast strikes in the\nstomach, making him clasp stomach and bend over in agony, gasping for breath.\nAaron then kicked his feet out from under him, sending my assailant crashing to\nthe dock. “That was a love tap, poltroon, would you like an encore?” The coward shook his head, not meeting Aaron’s\neyes.

“And you,” Aaron\ncommanded, turning to the man trying to climb out of the water, “If you like\nhaving teeth, stay where you are and keep your mouth shut until the authorities\narrive.”

FAST FORWARD; My\nassailants turned out to be Real Estate Lawyers from Ontario, Canada. Theirs was the largest triple-deck Cabin\nCruiser docked there. They loudly proclaimed their innocence and their intention\nto sue us into poverty, as the New York State Troopers led them away in\nhandcuffs.

After they were\ngone, Aaron sat on the bench on the dock next to me and asked, “Are you sure\nyou’re all right?” “Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, really looking at him for the\nfirst time, and thinking, ‘He’s not\nwearing shoes. He came out of nowhere, all six-foot-three of him and he is\nbarefoot.’

“My cabin\ncruiser is that one there; I’m roughing it,” Aaron said, jokingly and pointing\nin the direction he came from to rescue me from them. That explained his bare\nfeet and what he was wearing. “But first,” Aaron, offered me his hand, “My name\nAaron Blackthorn, Miss, and you are?” I was thinking, ‘He’s not wearing a wedding band.’

“My name is\nSandy Anderson,” I replied, taking his hands in both of mine and squeezing, “I\nwant to thank you for coming to help me the way you did. I’m not from around\nhere. I’m on vacation with my girlfriend, Mary. We’re staying at a little bed\nand breakfast on James Street,” and I was thinking, ‘Maybe he will offer to walk me home.’

“I know where it\nis; the red house on the historical registry. It has green, yellow and violet\ngingerbread trim and white wicker furniture on the porch. Good choice, I know the proprietor, Joyce\nBarnes. All that aside, it is late, and I insist you let me walk you home after\nI put my sneakers on. I won’t take no\nfor an answer, Miss Anderson.”

“How long will\nyou are in the Bay, Mr. Blackthorn?” I asked, hopefully, wanting to know more\nabout him. “I’m leaving in the morning, Miss Anderson.” He answered, “I’m\nreturning to Pittsford and back to my office. I’m interviewing for a personal\nassistant, slash secretary. The job pays well, and she must be willing to\ntravel at a moment’s notice. And I will\nbe interviewing three prospective candidates over the next few days.”

“Yes, please,\nMr. Blackthorn,” I said, accepting his offer, “and call me Sandy. I’d very much\nlike you to escort me there.” “I will, Sandy, and you must call me Aaron.”

I learned the\norigins of many biblical names in Sunday school. In Hebrew, Aaron means\n“Mountain of Strength,” and I thought, ‘Aaron’s\nname certainly seems to fit him. I wonder if he’s seeing anyone.’

Aaron left for a\nmoment, and he returned wearing sneakers. He took my arm, in his, and we\nleisurely walked to James St., making small talk. I did most of the small\ntalking, primarily asking him questions. I learned he is a consultant, financial counselor,\nand a negotiator. He oversees a network of people, an organization he calls the\nCircle. The Circle has diverse investments, financial interests, and prime real\nestate throughout the Country.

I also learned\nthe personal assistant position required bachelors or better, and the pay and\nbenefits are more than generous; four times than I was making, not counting the\nperks of travel. It was the perfect job if I could convince him to hire me, and\nwho knows what might happen from there. I was thinking, ‘For that kind of money, I can pay off my loans in no time. I’ll have\nto update my resume and fast, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s eye candy.’

Aaron is a\nhandsome man, with a hard, trim body and the ropey, steel corded muscles of a\nmixed martial arts fighter. His brown eyes can be calming, and kind; or hard\nand resolute, or worst case, dangerously terrifying. He was 30 years old when we met. My love has\ndark brown hair that he keeps cut short and neat, and he is clean shaved. He\nwas wearing faded cut-off blue jeans that night and an honest white cotton tee\nshirt. That is how my Daddy describes good men, “He wears an honest white\ncotton tee-shirt,” in other words, he is down to earth.

It is difficult\nto explain the deep emotion I felt for Aaron that night, a total stranger. They\nwere warm and overwhelming. In my heart, I felt very safe with him, and coming\nhere on vacation was one of the best decisions I’d made to date. We sat on the\nporch and quietly talked for a while, and I can’t remember how long. Finally,\nhe stood up to leave. At that moment, I trusted him as if I’d known him all my\nlife. As we stood on the porch of bed and breakfast, I hugged him and thanked\nhim again. “Well, I suppose this is goodbye, Sandy.”

He reached in\nhis pocket and pulled out his business card, and said, “If anything comes up,\nif you should need me, this is the best number and address to reach me.” He\nthen took both my hands and kissed them, wishing me a good night.

That night, I\nmade up my mind to apply for the job. I couldn’t get Aaron out of my mind. He\nwas in my dreams that night. They were varied and pleasant, some erotic. I woke\nup around ten in the morning from a dream of Aaron in our bedroom, and he was brushing\nmy long hair.

FAST FORWARD; I\nreturned home the next day, cutting my vacation short.

I had Aaron’s\nbusiness card and drove to the address to check it out. Aaron’s Office was in a\ntwo-story cobblestone house, with a small cobblestone barn converted to a\ngarage by the previous owner. A fieldstone fence borders the property, and the\nbackyard ends at the Erie Canal. There was a small floating dock with a cedar\nstrip canoe on it, and the setting was quiet and peaceful.

Wasting no time,\nI returned home, made myself a cup of tea, and updated my resume, rehearsing in\nmy mind what I would say to Aaron. The following\nmorning, at ten-thirty, I delivered my resume personally, and when he answered\nthe door, Aaron greeted me warmly, “Sandy, what a pleasant surprise! I thought\nyou were on vacation? As you can see, I’m not barefoot,” and he smiled, “What\ncan I do for you?”

“I’m here to\napply for the job, Mr. Blackthorn; my resume,” I handed it to him, and he\naccepted. Aaron was wearing a tailored navy blue suit, and white shirt with a\nmaroon tie, and he looked stylish, imposing, and professional.

“I haven’t made\na selection yet, Miss Anderson. One of the three is already out of the running.\nShe was 30 minutes late for her interview, and it wasn’t an emergency. She also\nhas an issue with traveling and doesn’t like to fly. However, I have an appointment for the next\napplicant in 30 minutes, and one tomorrow at nine,” Aaron opened my resume\nfolder and briefly scanned the contents. Closing it, he said, “I can interview\nyou tomorrow morning, ten-sharp; be prompt. His demeanor changed, and his eyes\nbecame stern, almost uncompromising, “Come inside, please.”

I stepped inside\nthe flag-stone floored foyer, and he closed the door behind me. “My office is\nto the right, please have a seat,” and when I did, he put my resume on his desk\nand remained standing, “I maintain a strict dress code during business hours.\nBusiness hours are nine in the morning to four in the afternoon Monday through\nThursday when not traveling. Friday is a paid workday. However, it is an on-call\nday to be available if needed.

My assistant will\nbe required to wear a modest, conservative blouse and skirt, or a dress of the\nsame, including Friday during business hours. I strongly suggest comfortable\nshoes. She will address me as Mr. Blackthorn, or Sir, particularly with people\npresent. I will show her the same respect and courtesy, Miss Anderson.

Do you have any\nquestions?” “No, Sir.” I was thinking, ‘What\nunusual hours, but think of all the time off, including being paid Friday, if\nI’m not needed. All I have to do is dress like I’m going to church.’

“As for your\nhair, Miss Anderson.” “What about my hair, Sir?” I asked, touching my ponytail,\nand concerned his dress code might require me to cut my hair short. My hair was half-way down my back. “Will I be\nrequired to cut it short?”

“No, no, nothing\nthat drastic. It would be a sin to cut your beautiful sunlight golden hair,”\nand his eyes softened, “I would require you to wear your hair up in a bun or\nother upswept style.” That was a relief because my stomach was in knots at the\nmere thought of cutting it short, and I was thinking, ‘He thinks my hair is beautiful, and golden sunlight beautiful. Of\ncourse, I will wear it up for him, or down for him or any way he wants me too.’

Aaron offered me\nhis hand and helped me up from my chair, “It is wonderful to see you again,\nSandy,” “I’m curious, though. Your legal\nname appears on your resume as Sandra May Anderson. Sandy is the softer, more\nfeminine, and I assume the shorter version of Sandra.

Are you aware\nSandra is the shorter version of two classic women’s names in history or literature,\nAlexandra or Cassandra? I prefer Sandy. It is more in keeping\nwith your youthful appearance and golden strawberry blonde hair that enhances\nyour cornflower blue eyes,” and he again took my hands in his and kissed them.\n“I’ll see you tomorrow, at ten sharp.”

I AGAIN DREAMT\nOF AARON the night before my interview. Most were pleasant, dreams. I dreamt he\nwas elated with my job performance and completing my work promptly and\nefficiently. My alarm clock woke me three hours before my\ninterview, to be on the safe side. I awoke\nfrom dreaming I was kneeling at Aaron’s feet, naked as he braided my hair into\npigtails, except now my hair was waist length. In my dream, I did something to\ndisplease him.

He was fair and gave\nme a choice for my punishment, braids, or a short haircut. As he braided, Aaron\nadmonished, “You will wear your hair this way in public until I say otherwise.”\nIn my dream, Aaron also warned, “Sandy, if you insist on behaving like a\ndisobedient child, you may look like one.”

I lay in my bed,\nthinking about my last erotic dream, becoming aroused at the thought of being\nAaron’s submissive, obedient woman with my hair in pigtails. It was a harmless,\npleasant fantasy. Ephesians 5:22, says in part, “Wives, submit yourselves unto\nyour husbands.” The Bible recognizes men as natural leaders and protectors, and\nwomen the nurturers and caregivers.

I was to be\ninterviewed and already knew Aaron is strict about appearance and punctuality.\nI will comply with those as conditions of employment should I get the job.

I closed my eyes\nas my fingers found their way to my plump pussy, and I parted my pink lips to\nmy sensitive, swollen clitoris. I pleasured\nmyself, stroking my flower bud while rubbing my long hair on my breasts and\nsensitive erect nipples, thinking of my Sir as my subtle orgasm sated my sexual\nneeds.

I would have\npreferred to spend more time in bed fantasizing about him but showered instead.\nI wondered as I toweled off in front of the mirror if Aaron preferred my pussy,\nshaved or unshaved.

I HAVE A PETITE\nFIGURE and I’ve always chosen my wardrobe carefully; choosing quality over\nquantity. I have clothes set aside, timeless classics; some professional\nbusiness attire that fits perfectly and seldom worn. The dress code was casual\nat the Barista, and I wore a logo ball cap, blue jeans or Capri pants with\ncolorful blouses, with a plastic name tag attached and comfortable white\nsneakers.

This interview\nwas a turning point in my life. Even though Aaron wouldn’t see my sexy silk and\nlace undergarments, I’m sure he would approve. I would secretly tease him,\nduring the interview, although I openly teased him in my dreams.

I wore gray\nwool, knee-length pencil skirt, not the tan or navy-blue. They are my favorite\nstyle of skirts. They have a high waist,\nseamed front, center back slit, giving me a clean, crisp profile that enhances\nmy figure. They came with a matching, fitted, waist-length jacket adding to the\nversatility.

So many little\ndecisions to look nice for him, and to make a good impression.

I wore a white,\nsilk georgette blouse, one of my favorites. I have three of the same; the other\ntwo are in pale sea green and a vibrant red. They have a point collar, genuine\nmother-of-pearl buttons at the concealed placket, a shirttail hem and a back\nyoke with a box pleat. The French cuffs give them a sophisticated finish. Sir, suggested comfortable shoes, no problem,\nI wore my Italian made flat square toe black calfskin pumps. Hose was a choice\nbetween a few shades of colors; to be safe, I wore nude ultra-sheer.

I put my hair up\nin a sleek and elegant French twist, hoping Aaron would approve. I made one\nfinal check in front of the full-length mirror before I left; something was\nmissing, a splash of color, and a blessing. I put on my Aunt Miranda’s gem-quality\nred bead garnet necklace, a family keepsake, passed on to her from her mother,\nand her gift to me when I graduated from college.

I WAS A\nHALF-HOUR EARLY for my interview and sat in the parlor next to Aaron’s Office\nwaiting while he interviewed his first applicant of the morning, my competition\nto finish. I caught a glimpse of her leaving, and I was thinking, ‘What a relief. Her hair is short, and she\nhas no sense of style. Not Aaron’s type with those thin, stingy lips.’ I\nhad other uncharitable thoughts about her, closed my eyes, and said a brief\nprayer. I spent the rest of my wait with much more pleasant thoughts, such as where I would kiss, and lick, Mr.\nBlackthorn; those erotic thoughts interrupted when he came to get me.

“Good morning,\nMiss Anderson,” he greeted,” I read your resume, and it appears to be in order,\nfollow me, please,” as we walked he continued talking, “The applicant before\nyou decided she didn’t want the position because she is a professional, and\ncertain things are beneath her dignity, if not outright sexist.

Your hair looks lovely by the way, very\nsophisticated and elegant,” I accepted the compliment, and I wanted to hug and\nkiss him, or he, me as I sat in a chair across from Aaron at his desk.

“Let me get two\ncrucial questions out of the way, Miss Anderson. I’m looking for an assistant\nwho will bring me a cup of tea or other little things of that nature. Do you\nhave a problem with that? Is it beneath your dignity?”

“No, Sir,” I\nanswered truthfully.

“I require exact\nand unquestioning compliance with my instructions, rules, and procedures, Miss\nAnderson, spoken and unspoken. You may find\nme unconventional at first, perhaps even rigid. However, I believe you have the\nimagination and intuitiveness to adapt and be content working for me.”

“I know you are\nsomewhat unconventional, Mr. Blackthorn, especially after you rescued me and\nthe way you did it,” while thinking, ‘You\nwere more concerned about me, a stranger to you than your safety. You then\ndominated them; one big splash, two lightning-fast punches, and disgusting game\nover for them.’

“I very much\nlike to travel, and being paid to travel is a blessing. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I will\nwork very hard to please you, Sir.”

“Excellent, Miss\nAnderson,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes, and making me feel warm and\nsafe. “Consider yourself on probation for the next two months, give or take.\nYou will start next Monday. Until then, Sandy, tell me a few things about you not\nlisted in your resume.”

MY TWO MONTHS of\nprobation were over in a blink of an eye. My days working for him are the\nhighlight of my week. I looked forward to Monday and hoped to be called in on\nFriday, which happened once, for half an hour. I went to his\noffice to meet with my landlord. Aaron convinced him to let me keep my small\napartment with no increase in rent.

Sir was very strict\nwith me for those two months. It is an unspoken mandate that my makeup and hair\nmust be perfect. He notices any small\nchanges in my appearance; subtle shades in my lipstick or eyes shadow, for\nexample. When Sir compliments me, or\nnods, he approves. His silence means he does not, and I will strive harder to\nplease him. He has many unspoken rules\nand preferences that I instinctively know, which is why I’m perfect for him,\nand I gladly comply to please him. I\nhave honed my senses to recognize them, and at times, it seems I can read his\nmind.

Sir does his visual\ninspection of me when I bring him a pot of green tea first thing every morning.\nHe will smile and nod his approval or compliment me, on my appearance, and we\nwill sit quietly and sip our tea together, while he caresses me with his eyes.

I took every\nopportunity to touch him, and he lets me flirt with him when there is nobody\nthere to see. I was shaving and waxing my pussy, a nice surprise when I undress\nfor him. I was hoping he would respond and more. For the first time in my life,\nI was on birth control pills to be ready when the time came.

Part of my\nduties is to screen Sir’s telephone calls and answer the front door. I will go out\nand bring back our lunch. I may order anything I want, regardless of the cost,\nas one of the perks of the job. Other\ntimes we went out for lunch. Of course, I put myself on a strict exercise regime\nand diet to maintain my figure for him.

When we have associates\nof the Circle, I will act as a hostess, offering, and serving refreshments. I\nsit in on all meetings, except when he is counseling or interviewing someone,\nnot of the Circle.

Sir has\nextensive encrypted computer financial files on all of them. I have the\nunencrypted redacted files of pertinent personal information and important\ndates for them and their immediate families. One important aspect of my job is sending\nBirthday Cards, Anniversary Cards, etc., with a check enclosed, or a small gift,\nincluding flowers to Aaron’s people in the Circle. After my probation, I too\nwould be of the Circle.

Aaron is an Alpha-male,\nand most men desire to have their cocks sucked on. Before I met my Sir, I was a\nvirgin saving myself for marriage, and then I was a virgin saving myself for\nhim. One way to learn how to be a submissive lover is the erotic stories about\ndominant men and their submissive women. There are also websites and blogs of dominant\nmen and submissive women who have chosen that lifestyle and are offering suggestions\nand advice. One mantle of respect that sticks with me is the interchangeability\nof the words “Sir” and “Master,” in this lifestyle. They are the same.

“Given the woman,\nI was when I first met Aaron, and my lack of experience, watching a porn video\non the internet was a convenient and private way to learn the proper techniques\nto give a blowjob. Two of my favorite women-porn stars, are Camille Crimson and\nFellucia. They look up into a man’s eyes when they lick and suck on a cock. They\nelevate blowjobs to an art form, “The Art of a Blow Job,” starring Camille\nCrimson, and hers are slow, sensual, and erotic.

Every day, after\nwork, I practiced slowly undressing for Sir in front of the full-length mirror\non the inside of my apartment entry door. I also practiced all slave girl\nposes; especially kneeling; poses described in the erotic literature I was reading\nor from the pictures or videos on the internet until I could do them gracefully\nand properly. I worked hard to be his ideal secretary, and his submissive lover\nto cover all contingencies.

My time on\nprobation was full, enjoyable. I worked hard at achieving my goals. I slept\nwell nights, waking up happy and refreshed, often dreaming of Aaron. Mom and I\nwere talking again as if nothing happened, and my Dad, when I talked to him,\nseemed less distant, and was more supportive.

I was planning a\ntrip home when my probation was over, and I was saving money to pay my sisters\nback; it would be a surprise. Aaron suggested I set up savings accounts for\ntheir children; my nieces and nephews, and add a small amount to each every\nmonth, and so I did.

FAST FORWARD AGAIN: There was a knock on my apartment door\nearly in the morning: 7:00 AM, according to my alarm clock. It rained the night\nbefore, but it would turn out to be a glorious day in October, balmy and bright.\nThe leaves on the trees were at the peak to display their autumn dress of\nyellow, orange and red. It was a Friday, and it was the first time he visited\nmy apartment.

Aaron was dressed casually in faded blue jeans and a\nred-and-black checked unbuttoned flannel shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to\nhis elbows; he was wearing a white tee-shirt and a noticeable change from his\nsignature tailored and starched long-sleeve white dress shirts; he only wears\nlong sleeve white dress shirts with his suits. He was wearing scuffed and\ncomfortable brown Wellington boots, as opposed to his polished and gleaming dress\nshoes. I was wearing a short pale green\ncotton nightgown and nothing else, and my long blond hair up in a neat and\npolished ballerina-style bun in preparation for the day.

“I’m here to take you out to dinner this evening to\ncelebrate all to which I’m thankful. The most important is you, Sandy. You are\nmy treasure, and I know how much you adore fresh seafood,” He announced, “Pack\nyour overnight bags!”

“I don’t understand Aaron, but please come in, and good\nmorning,” I said surprised as I closed the door behind him, feeling flustered\nand elated.

“You’ve passed your probation early, Sandy. We are not\nat the office now, and after all your flirting, and touching, and rubbing up\nagainst me for the past two months all I’m getting is “a good morning?” Yesterday,\nyou boldly took a sip of tea from my cup before you handed it to me, teasing me\nwith your eyes. I took my first sip where your lips touched the cup, in\nacknowledgment that I want you for my lover.

You’ve made it clear you want more from me. Shall I\ntake what I want, and what you desire?” I was thinking, ‘Yes, Aaron, yes. I have so much to share, and I’ve saved myself for\nyou, Sir.’

Aaron stepped closer and put his strong arms around my\nwaist, pulling me close and gently crushing me to his hard body. I felt my\nnipples harden as I pressed against his chest. I felt the moistness of arousal\nbetween my legs. He was freshly shaven, and I could smell the scent of\ncitrus and cloves of his cologne.

“Your nipples are hard, Sandy, and I smell the sweet the musk of your arousal.

I see much potential in you, and your untapped\nsexuality needing to be released and nurtured, my lovely virgin. You are the\nperfect efficient and loyal secretary. Are you willing to embrace your true\nnature and submissive sexual potential with the erotic pleasures and glorious\norgasms that go with it?”

Yes, Master,” I whispered, yearning for permission, or\nthe opportunity to suck on his cock, to show what I learned for him, and\nsurprise him, since he knows I’m a virgin, in as much as I’ve never had coatis’\nwith a man.

“Are you sure? Master is merely a title. However, if it pleases you, you may call me Sir,\nor Aaron as long as you know your place. Are you willing to submit to me? Carefully\nthink before you answer me for there will be no turning back. There will be no\nsafe words. Only I can release you from your promise. You must trust me to know\nwhat is best for you.” I felt his hands caressing my hair near the nape of my\nneck, giving me goose-bumps.

“Yes, Aaron, yes,” I said softly, almost whispering.

“Then submit, to me, Sandy and learn; but first, I want\nto taste your warm, generous lips.”

I reached up and put my arms around my Sir’s neck,\nclosing my eyes, and I kissed his lips long and deep, enjoying the moment; one\nmoment in time I’ll never forget and the tingling of every nerve ending in my\nbody; the currents of pleasure washing through me.

“You kiss very nicely, Sandy, and you taste delicious. There\nis a car service waiting downstairs to take us to the airport.” As his Personal\nSecretary, I know the jet was the property of the Circle. “We’re going to\nPortland, Maine,” Aaron continued, “for our celebratory fresh seafood dinner. It\nwill be a short vacation for anything you want to do. That is all you need to\nknow for now,” his hands shifted, and he was now rubbing my ass, “Take your\nnightgown off,” He commanded quietly, and I understood I was not to speak. “You\nwill pose for me,” and when I removed my nightgown, “Excellent, he praised, as\nhe critiqued, “You are a beautiful woman, and I will treasure and protect you.

I shall begin with your face, and particularly your\neyes of cornflower blue. They are a vibrant cornflower-blue, enhanced by the\nwholesome, healthy fair complexion of a Nordic Princess. You have a small and\nslightly turned-up nose and delicate, dainty ears. Your luscious and generous\nfull cupid lips complement her youthful appearance.” Aaron took my face in his\nhands and lightly kissed my lips and said, “Luscious and enticing.”

Aaron is a strong man who takes what he wants, me, and\nis not afraid to talk to a woman this way.

“You have a curvaceous and delightfully sexy and petite\nlittle figure, beautiful, and you’re blushing. I find that to be refreshingly\nsweet. I will very much enjoy holding and cuddling with you for that is what\nlovers do.

I estimate you’re five-five tall, at one-hundred twenty\npounds. I see you’ve shaved your flower, and I approve. It\nshall remain that way, always-on display and available to me. The petals on\nyour flower are enticingly pink and plump and wet from the dew of your arousal.\nPut your hands behind your head, and turn slowly to display your breasts. Yes,\nthat’s right. Stop. They are exquisite, Sandy; your marvelous breasts are round\nand firm; perfectly in proportion to your figure with wonderfully pink upturned\nnipples.

They are begging to be licked and caressed. Turn until\nyou are facing away from me, stop. Excellent, I am pleased, although not\nsurprised to see you have not marred your body with tattoos. Put your hands on\nyour ass cheek and squeeze them for they are shapely and firm. Bend so I can\nsee your flower and squeeze your cheeks, excellent. Stand straight and place\nyour hands to your side and close your eyes. Don’t open your eyes until I tell\nyou. Good, turn around and walk towards me slowly, until I tell you to stop…stop.\nYou are magnificent, kneel.

“Open your eyes, Sandy.” Aaron’s boxers and jeans were\naround his ankles, and his hard cock was standing at attention. “Given your\nlack of experience and the fact you are a virgin, I surmise and am pleasantly\nsurprised you have been engaging in after-work activities, and I approve. We\ncan discuss those particulars later this evening. You know what I want.”

I began licking the tip of his hard cock, teasingly\nwhile he removed the hairpins from my hair. Aaron’s hard cock was pulsating and\ntwitching as I licked; I love teasing him this way.

“Very nice,” he praised, stroking my long ponytail, and\ncommenting on the length, softness, and thickness, “You will grow your sunlight\ngolden hair longer to what many refer to the classic length and my preference\nas well.”

Soon, my hair was completely unbound and loose over my\nshoulders and down my back as I continued to lick and suck on his hard\npulsating cock, probing and teasing him with my tongue and lips while looking up\ninto his eyes as I did so. I momentarily stopped sucking and licking his cock, and\nlicked his balls. Shortly after, Aaron’s\n‘hands were buried firmly in my hair, controlling the blowjob, pulling and\ndirecting as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and preventing me from\nlooking up. I licked and sucked ravenously savoring every inch of\nit, all wet and sloppy.

I was fantasizing his cock buried in my pussy. I wanted\nAaron to fuck me hard and ravish me like a woman; wanting him to fuck me hard\nwhile pulling my long blonde hair. Thinking of this, I felt my orgasm growing\ninside of me.
\nHis orgasm was an onslaught of testosterone-laden\nenergy as his hard member assaulted my mouth and tongue, followed by pumping a\ntorrent of his thick, rich semen flooding my mouth for me to swallow. However,\nI didn’t swallow his seed right away, but instead closed my eyes and held it in\nmy mouth to savor it, and I came violently. Oh, dear God. My multiple orgasms were\na heavenly rapture on earth.

Still kneeling before my Sir, with my eyes closed in\nthe glow of my first multiple orgasms, I leaned forward all the way, placing my\nhead on my hands, my hair falling forward covering my face, and pooling at his\nfeet. My legs were partially spread, exposing my flower to him. Aaron had\nalready pulled up his boxers and jeans and buckled his belt.

He gathered my hair in a ponytail and wrapped his hand\naround it. He then pulled my ponytail for me to look up into his eyes and warned\nme sternly, “Kneel and swallow all of it.” And of course, I did, “Open your\nmouth and show me, now let me see your tongue, Good girl. Lick your lips. Let\nme see you pout, very nice, “and then Aaron helped me to my feet, and said, “Your\nlips taste delicious, and I crave your hugs and your sweet kisses. “Bring me\nyour hairbrush and two elastic hair-ties and then sit in that chair,” he\ndirected, pointing at it.

Aaron brushed out my hair, parting in the middle, and\nexpertly and efficiently braided it, giving me childish, but cute three-strand\npigtails. Sir’s message was clear. My hair is thick and full, and I would have\npreferred a single three-strand braid or a side braid. I particularly adore the\nclassic French braid.

Aaron stroked my thick silky pigtails thoughtfully and said,\n“The blowjob was adequate for the first time; you will learn to do better. How\nmuch time do you need to pack? It’s impolite to keep them waiting much longer,\nMiss Anderson, and consider this a casual Friday. We’ll dress accordingly and\nbe comfortable while we travel.”

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