The Dominant Male

I got a job through an agency working support in a large department. I had been there a few months when I got a notice that I had an appointment with HR in one of the conference rooms. I went not knowing what this was about, but there had been layoffs and I was prepared to be let go.

In the room was an older HR woman and she introduced herself and said we had to a wait a few minutes. A man walked in, older, obviously in charge, dressed with expensive clothes and he ordered the HR woman. He introduced himself and told me that they had a program where they selected certain employees based upon recommendations from their supervisors and coworkers. That's why I was there.

He asked me direct personal questions, age, place of birth, parents divorced or not, growing up difficulties, past embarrassing behaviors that could come to light, family plans, sexual orientation. He asked me to stand so he could see me, size me up he said. I stood and he had me make a circle and then he told me to bend at the waist and touch my toes. If I did so facing him he was going to see down my top, if I turned I was going to show him my big ass. I hesitated, he insisted, there wasn't anything he hadn't see before, so I bent down facing him and he got a full flash of my tits and nipples.

He told me that the HR woman was going to keep tabs on me, that everything there was secret, at work and out of work.

I didn't know I was being interviewed to be his lover, his girl. When the day came that he put his arms around me from behind and got his hands up under my blouse and held me by my nipples, I knew that my fate had been sealed. I was incorporated into his circle the way men do with younger women, he asked me to show him what I was made of, he didn't like women whose sex was not taken care of, he wanted full visibility, and to bend over and show him. And that's when he fucked me. It was over, he had finished, and he had me wipe of his penis. After that he wanted my warm hot lips to clean him. But after than I did anything to please him.

The HR woman was the one that took care of me. The apartment, the clothes, the job title, the everything. The money, or allowance. She made arrangements for me to fly to meet him, to take care of myself medically, and to ensure that I was never with anyone else, ever. It was an exclusive arrangements, he did not loan his car and he sure as hell wasn't loaning his girl. At one point, when we were shopping for clothes for a party, she told me that for a long time she had been his girl, but she had messed up and that's when she picked me.

I was assigned to a department of people who worked on sensitive matters. I was trained to be an analyst, to find patterns of behavior, patterns from the data. I had my own office and I was paid well, more than either one of my parents. Sex was often, he needed sex all the time, it was at the apartment, it was normal sex, 100% missionary. He only liked sex that way, where the woman was under him and she had to look up to him and keep her eyes focused on his while he finished. He liked me dressing him and undressing him, and as I said earlier to clean him afterwards with my mouth, and to fix him a drink or coffee.

I traveled where he went, I took the room before he came, I was available from the minute he landed until he left again. Where he went I went. He never slept alone and he always had sex. Missionary, so he could look into my eyes while he finished. I think, in retrospect that's how he controls me. Me Tarzan, you woman. I had by then fallen in love, and my HR woman who kept track of me wanted it that way. A woman in love is easily controlled and manipulated.

Missionary sex, holding me still under him, whispering in my ear how much he loved having sex with me. Until I peed on the magic strip and confirmed my suspicions. I told my HR woman and she was not pleased. How and when to tell him. When she had that problem she had gone behind his back and taken care of it. That was relationship suicide. That is what is at the bottom of finding me as a replacement.