Lace, Leather, and Lust: A Dom’s Seduction of His Submissive Secretary

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She always had a thing for her boss, Mr. Anderson. He was a commanding figure, tall and broad-shouldered with piercing blue eyes and an unrelenting gaze. She couldn’t help but feel a tingle in her body whenever he spoke to her.

She was his secretary, tasked with organizing his schedule, taking his calls, and sending out emails. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more between them. She would catch him staring at her sometimes, his eyes wandering over every curve of her body. And when she would look back at him, instead of looking away, he would hold her gaze, unafraid to let her know how he felt.

She had never been with a man like Mr. Anderson before. He was a dominant alpha male, used to getting his way in every aspect of his life. And now, she found herself wanting to be the object of his desires, to be the one who would submit to his every command.

It started with a simple invitation. Mr. Anderson asked her to come up to his office after work to go over some files he needed for an upcoming meeting. But as soon as she walked in, she knew that was just an excuse. The lights were low, and there was already a bottle of wine opened, waiting for her.

“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. She obeyed, feeling a shiver run through her body as his eyes raked over her form. “I have a proposal for you, Lace.”

“Y-yes, sir?” she stammered, unsure of what he wanted to say.

“I think you’re an excellent secretary,” he began, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “But I think you have the potential to be something more. Something greater than just a simple desk worker.”

“What do you mean, sir?” Lace asked, her heart racing in her chest.

“I mean I think you’d make an excellent submissive,” he explained, his voice low and heavy with desire.

Lace felt her cheeks flush as she imagined what it would be like to be Mr. Anderson’s submissive. To be the one who would follow his every command, to be the one who would surrender herself to his desires.

“I-I don’t know, sir,” she murmured, feeling an unfamiliar heat building between her legs.

“That’s okay,” Mr. Anderson said dismissively. “You have time to think it over. But I warn you, once you start down this path, there will be no turning back. You will be mine, completely and utterly.”

With that, Mr. Anderson dismissed her and she left his office, her mind buzzing with thoughts of what it would be like to be his submissive.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Mr. Anderson brought up the subject again. This time, he had something more concrete in mind. Lace found a note on her desk one morning, written in Mr. Anderson’s handwriting.

“Meet me in conference room B at 5 pm sharp. Wear something that makes you feel sexy.”

Lace felt a shiver run through her body as she read the note. The prospect of meeting Mr. Anderson alone, in a conference room, left her both excited and nervous.

But she knew what she had to do. She went home early that day, taking extra time to choose the perfect outfit. Finally, she settled on a black lace dress that clung to her curves, a pair of stiletto heels, and a leather jacket to give her an edge.

As soon as she stepped into the conference room, she saw that Mr. Anderson was already waiting for her. He was dressed in a black suit, his tie loosened slightly, giving him a more relaxed look.

“Ah, Lace,” he said, standing up and walking over to her. “You look stunning.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” she said, feeling a pulse of desire run through her at the sound of his voice.

“Tonight, I’m going to give you a taste of what it’s like to be my submissive,” Mr. Anderson said, his voice low and commanding. “I want you to follow my every command, without question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Lace said, her body already responding to his dominant presence.

“Good,” Mr. Anderson said, walking over to a nearby table and picking up a leather collar. “Put this on.”

Lace hesitated, but only for a moment. She took the collar from him, feeling the weight of the leather in her hand. She fastened it around her neck, feeling a shiver run through her body as Mr. Anderson caressed it gently.

“Perfect,” he murmured, running his finger over the collar. “Now, let’s begin.”

For the next hour, Mr. Anderson put Lace through her paces. He had her kneeling on the floor, her hands bound behind her back, as he circled her with a crop, testing her limits. He had her stand up and strip off her dress, revealing her black lace lingerie, as he watched her with hungry eyes.

He had her bend over the table, exposing her ass, as he spanked her with his hand and then with a leather paddle. And through it all, Lace obeyed his every command, feeling herself sinking deeper and deeper into submission.

At the end of the hour, Mr. Anderson called a halt to their play, freeing Lace from her bindings. She stood up, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated, as Mr. Anderson walked over to her, his arms open wide.

“You did well,” he murmured, holding her tightly. “And now, you are mine.”

Lace felt tears well up in her eyes as she hugged him back, knowing that she had found what she had been searching for all along. A master, a lover, and a man who could unlock the depths of her desire.

From that night on, Lace became Mr. Anderson’s submissive in every sense of the word. She tore down the walls that had held her back for so long, giving into her deepest desires and needs.

She wore leather collars and cuffs, submitted to his every whim, and surrendered her body and mind to him completely. And in doing so, she found a happiness and fulfillment that she never knew was possible.

For years, they continued their passionate relationship, exploring new kinks and desires, and creating a bond that could never be broken. And through it all, Lace knew that she had found her true master, the one man who could satisfy her every need.

In the end, she realized that the only thing that mattered was the lust that they shared and the leather and lace that bound them together in their passion.