When she returned to her cubicle only one of the staff paid her any attention. It was Beth, whose fair-fleshed ass still wore the stripes of the previous day. She squirmed as she thought of how she’d earned them. Not because they made sitting uncomfortable but to make them more so.

She had always assumed the more dominant role in her relationships but not because it was her natural drive but because she found the drama of power-based sex more exciting and none of her partners, male or female, were ever willing to take the initiative. They always went along with it but few seemed to be into it enough to continue exploring the dynamic for very long.

But the experience of being forcefully dealt with and punished, even without its accompanying orgasms, was burned into her memory. In her bed afterwards she had fantasized several different scenarios in which she was bound and punished. Some were in front of a crowd, others in stone cells.

She had always loved teasing herself when she masturbated and in every fantasy she had been forced to hold back her orgasm until given permission. After, enjoying the sweaty afterglow of her fantasies, she realized that she was more of a switch than either side of the spectrum.

She absolutely loved being in control of a submissive but equally adored serving someone else’s needs.

When Sherie winked at her with her lips still glistening with the remnants of another woman’s cum, she knew immediately what she wanted. She waited until the submissive was seated at her computer before sending her a text:

“Please meet me in the ladies room when you have a moment. I need to ask you something. Please”

Sherie had an idea but she was still an employee and needed catch up on her work. She also had a fairly good idea of what it was about and, smiling to herself, responded:

“Need to catch up on work. You’ll have to wait. Should be done in an hour or two.” She had taken note of the woman’s explosive while she was being striped by her Master and figured

quite correctly, that that was what she ’needed’ to talk about.

And she knew what the woman was going through and decided to make her wait and suffer.

She responded with: “😞” a pouting emoji that told Sherie everything she needed to know.

She started by going through her emails, eliminating a few and highlighting others from potential customers for immediate response.

Two, about potential sales she’d been hoping to make, she phoned and discussed time, cost, and delivery options. Hanging up she was quite happy with the thought that she’d lined up some actual sales. Several others she wrote emails to. Taking the time to present the options and attaching several varieties of proposed solutions to their needs.

She enjoyed sales and took pride in her skills and a chance to earn some money with them. It was not necessary, her Master earned more than enough to support them both quite comfortably. In the contract they had signed defining her enslavement, it specified that any outside earnings she acquired were not community property. They were hers to do with as she pleased.

Of course, as his slave, if he asked her to hand over any or all of it, she’d eagerly obey.

As she worked she turned her monitor to watch Beth. Smiling as she saw the woman squirm in her seat in frustration.

All caught up and unable to think of any further reason for delay, she responded with “🚺 2 minutes. U go 1st”

The other woman didn’t answer but rose and left.

She waited just over two minutes and followed.

The door was locked but after a soft rapping she heard the metallic sound of it being unlocked and it opened.

Glancing around she made sure she was unobserved and entered.

She was surprised to find the other woman kneeling in the center of the small room her gaze directed at the floor. Sherie locked the door and approached and stood over her, saying nothing while waiting for Beth’s confession.

Beth uttered a few sounds that were clearly the first syllables of words but incomplete. Finally she forced out a soft, “Please...”

Sherie squatted down and raised the woman’s chin to look into her eyes and whisper assuringly, “It’s okay, Beth. I get it. Last night took you by surprise and you’re not quite so sure about what you want anymore, right?”

Beth nodded.

“My Master is pretty amazing, don’t you think?

“He can tell at a glance what a girl needs and how best to give it to her.

“That was your first, right? First time you got off while being beaten, right?”

Her answer was a nod and though she wanted to scream “YES! And I loved it!” she was unable to form the words.

Finally she sputtered, “y-your M-Master... so strong... so Dominant... so...”

“Yes. He definitely is, isn’t he?

“And you want more, don’t you?”

This time, she didn’t accept a nod as an answer. She knew it was important for her friend to speak the words. “Tell me what you want...”

“I- I- I want to be taken and used by your Master... and... you.”

This caught Sherie completely off guard. She had expected the woman to ask to be allowed to serve her Master. It would not have been the first time she’d been approached and she had often been a sister slave to another woman for some fun play. She loved watching her Master enjoying himself. Whether it was with her or someone else really didn’t matter to her. She was, to the depths of her being, his slave and considered it completely natural.

And though she had really enjoyed her role in torturing this one with the vibrator while her husband striped her ass, the idea of being a Dominant just hadn’t occurred to her.

“As much as I like the sound of that and as much as I’d like to lift my skirt and let you suck my pussy, I of course will have to ask my Master before I can do any such thing.”

Offering her hand, she said, “Okay. You can stand up now.”

Beth’s hand was moist in her own. A sign of her nervousness she was sure.

On her feet she was pulled into a warm and comforting hug. “I am pretty sure my Master will say yes but you do understand, right?”

Beth brightened, “Yes. Of course. Thank you so much!”

Before releasing her Sherie whispered into her ear, “But in the meantime, you are forbidden from cumming.” She was sure- or at least hoped- her Master would not object to her giving this order. And she knew if he did agree to accept her offer, it would put her into a much more ready-to-serve condition.

“Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss.”

They both returned to their desks quite flushed, a fact that did not escape some of their co-workers. Before the earlier address from it might have provoked some gossip but now it just caused a few internal visions of a rather erotic nature and the smiles that those thoughts reflected.

Sherie immediately texted her Master with the events that had just transpired, reminding him that he’d already invited her and including her order that Beth not cum and he replied, “Good girl”

Derek was waiting for her when she left the office and ushered her into the passenger seat before joining her and driving off. He didn’t head toward their home she noticed but had long ago stopped asking questions.

He made small talk, asking questions about the events of the day. Often answering with a small laugh or “Good girl” as he drove out of the city. Only when he turned uphill on a side road did she realize where they were headed.

He was taking her to the secluded space where he had once tied her to a tree limb by her wrists and methodically whipped her from shoulders to ankles. For the most part in silence, just enjoying her accept her fate as a way to give him pleasure. He had paused when the first tears appeared but when she didn’t use her safe words, he just continued. Her smooth skin striped beautifully, especially the areas that rarely saw the light of day, like her breasts and loins, and the sight made his cock ache with lust.

She was barely conscious by the time he stopped. Her brain fogged by endorphins and serotonin, she was hardly aware of being untied and lowered to the earth. He had helped raise her to a sitting position and without thinking she assumed the presentation pose.

“Open your eyes, ” he had ordered and when she obeyed was surprised to see him on one knee, holding a small light blue box whose color revealed its Tiffany source.

That didn’t surprise her. He’d given her other gifts from there before.

But when he asked, “Sherie Farragut, will you do me the honor of accepting this ring and becoming my wife?”

Before she could scream an enthusiastic “Yes!” he had presented another, larger flat box of the same color, opened it to reveal a shiny sliver ring, and added, “And accept this collar to become my permanent slave?”

She had immediately burst into tears of joy and blubbered out, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She looked back and forth between the two boxes. The engagement ring was platinum with a substantial but not ostentatious blue-white diamond. The other ring looked was of the same material though she only learned that later.

Finally deciding, she lowered her face and brushed her hair forward to accept her new collar.

She’d never been told how much that choice had pleased him.