In The End I Turned Out To Be A Submissive

Having reached 24 I had not yet had sexual intercourse, I was a virgin. But I didn't consider myself a virgin, far from it. I was up till then convinced that my personality was dominant and that I turned off guys. I was convinced and real life had proven me right.

But I had never faced a dominant older experienced man. And that's what happened at the Christmas party that year. I was with coworkers, wearing a short evening dress, tight evening dress. And I was braless. I was standing at a cocktail table, my foot on the foot rest. He, our CFO, grabbed me and said 'come with me'.

He took me and sat me down hard beside his wife at the Executive table. 'Cover yourself up'. And telling me that I was in time out, he left me with his wife and went to talk with the Marketing Manager. His wife put her shawl around my shoulders, and told me in a flat voice that I had embarrassed him.

The next hour, with his wife, I found out that he considered me the leafing candidate for his secretary. And his secretary didn't expose her ass or her tits. Not his secretary. I never stood until he and his wife escorted me out with her shawl around my shoulders. It was my first day of training, to be submissive to him. Later I was trained to be his submissive secretary who slept with him.

He took my virginity. He expected and got my total attention. Show him your devotion, his wife told me. I could hear him walk, I could smell him when he was close, I could spot him in a crowd. His wife took it upon herself to teach me 'manners', how to behave at a formal dinner, how to dress, and when it was appropriate to share my intimacy. She corrected my language, had me get Invisaligners. I got lessons in posture, walking and sitting, and listening not talking.

At a party held in their home she had me serve him all night, from drinks to dinner to coffee. I joked with her that I was learning to hold my pinky up and my tail between my legs. He likes you, she said, you need a little polish, that's all. When you please him life gets better for all.

In the bedroom he wanted initiative, show him what felt good, flaunt my ass and tits. The one place I could get dominant, until I went to far and he overpowered me. But when it was time for intercourse a little spanking, a little hard talk, an order or two and his deep voice made me become very intimate, just for him.