I am sorry...Posted Chapter One in Different Section:

Your alarm goes off...eyes fluttering open you pull
yourself up to a sitting position on the bed. Having
spent the night in restless sleep of dreams assailing
you, seeing the dark image of him and his ever present
look into your soul.

Putting it out of your mind for now, you pull the
covers aside placing your feet onto the floor.
Standing up you stretch your arms above your head,
feeling your stockings massage your legs as you do.
Moving to look at yourself in the mirror, admiring the
smooth features you've worked so hard to attain.
Smiling to yourself that if any of your male
co-workers only knew how sexy and hot you were they'd
be lining up to try their luck and their best lines.
Yet you don't simply want a bunch of horny men with no
imagination, you crave and desire something more,
something beyond the mere rutting of boys wanting to
get a nut off.

Running your hands over your body, closing your eyes,
reveling in the tactile sense, you shiver at the
thought of being taken and used like the sexy, nasty,
dirty slut that you know deep down you are. Your alarm
goes off again, having forgotten to turn it off
completely, calling you back to the moment at hand.

You go through your morning rituals thinking, not sure
if you should take a lunch or not? trying to decide on
which pair of pants and shirt to wear? Wondering if
you should wear panties? Wishing you could wear what
you want to wear and no one would be the wiser.
Finally settling on an outfit you take care to fix
your hair, check to see that you have everything in
order before you make for the elevator that'll take
you to your car and out onto the streets.

With a bit of anxiety and nervousness you follow the
directions given to you the previous day by your boss,
which take you outside the city.
Before you know it you're driving through a very nice
suburban area of town , tall majestic multi-room
homes, with huge expanses of land surround you.
Turning onto Cornwall, three streets down, left onto
Nottingham, four more streets, turn right and you find
yourself on Haversham which according to the street
sign is a dead end?
Although from what you can tell it's a long street
that seems to wind its way into a forrest. Tension
building within you as you pride yourself at being on
time to appointments you finally see the bold numbers
of the place you're looking for. Two huge wrought iron
gates stand before you, dark cobalt black columns and
an archway above them. A fence around the property
which seems to disappear into the distance in either
direction, dark black and wrought iron as well. The
house looks very large even at a distance and seems to
have a prescence all its own. Even though it's a
bright day, you sense something uncanny about it but
can't place your finger on it?!

Pulling up to the gate and placing your car in park
you see a small intercom box on one of the columns.
Stepping from your car you walk up to it and press the
button. Within seconds a voice at the other end says
they've been expecting you. They give you precise
directions of where to park, what door of the house to
use, that you should walk in and go into the room on
your left and be seated and wait "The Master will be
with you shortly." On that last sentence your heart
skipped a beat and you instinctively felt your whole
body betray you as every sense was heightened!
Certainly you understood what was meant, that it was
his houseman simply being respectful. Obvious that
whoever this man was, he was unquestionably wealthy
from what you had already seen.

One inside the house....House!...House!.....Mansion
was much more an appropriate term!!! From what you
could tell from the outside there were so many windows
in the front of it alone you couldn't count them all,
yet each one was dark, the shutters closed, no light
entering in. Once inside the room on the left you see
too many things to simply just sit down.
A huge dark walnut desk, thinking to yourself that
it's larger than a king
size bed! Taking in all the furnishings within the
room. You notice strange looking sculptures that have
the feel of something sensual/sexual, leather chairs,
hand woven rugs and framed tapestries. The sweet smell
of pipe tobbaco in the air, the room is well lit from
within but the curtains are drawn allowing no outside
light to creep in from any crevice no matter how
small.

Finally sitting down in front of the desk, checking
yourself again to make sure everything is just right
you wait. Reaching out to take your briefcase and open
it, checking it again for the supplies you put in the
night before. Pens, .05 lead pencils, notebooks and
your laptop, everything that says you are efficient
and professional so that your "client" will be
impressed!

While you are musing these things over in your mind,
your nose catches the scent of that distinct cologne
that makes your head swim and your body quiver!
Looking up your "client" is standing in the doorway
watching you. Again he looks dashing in his perfect
suit, hair and beard well groomed, a slight smile on
his face, his sunglasses mirroring the light in the
room. He steps forward and introduces himself as Mr.
Buckman. Coming around to the other side of the desk
he sits down into a tall leather chair, reaching over
to remove paperwork from the desk drawer he opens a
folio and begins to read out loud. His voice has a
timbre all its own, it is deep but soft, not like you
would have imagined it at all. It seems to issue forth
and command your attention and you sit there, your
eyes focused upon him listening to every word that he
speaks. He is an old friend of your boss and his
family has done business with your company for many
many years. You were hand picked after weeks of
pouring over employee profiles. You were chosen
because of your dedication and professionalism in your
work. The attention to fine detail and your
perseverance in getting the job done which stands out
from your coworkers! Here he is stroking your ego as
you're wishing you were stroking something of his at
the sametime. You find it hard to take your eyes from
him and you are excited by him!

You are there to go through all the financial dealings
of his companies and subsidiaries. He explains to you
that someone has been stealing from him and he needs
someone whose detailed and diligent like you to find
out what, where and whom?!
His staff will provide you with all the necessary
financial records for the past three years to the
present. You will have an assistant from his staff to
help you and whatever you need will be purchased,
aquired or brought to you. You will do all of your
work at his home and he will monitor your work and
check into the smallest details you find?!

The first week goes well, you are served breakfast &
lunch. His staff is very helpful and shortly you find
things within his records that don't match with the
recorded financial statements. You take your work
seriously and you get results! Mr Buckman checks into
every detail you find and by the second week you're
seeing more of him during the day. He insists you have
lunch with him by the end of that week and by the
third week he's working side by side with you and his
staff to weed out every source and detail.

Being so close to him while trying to maintain your
professionalism becomes more difficult. He's friendly,
witty and warm. When he demands something, his staff
jumps to it without question. You can see that he can
easily command any room he is in confidently and you
find yourself completely captivated by his presence.

Each night at home you find yourself slipping into
something sexy, your hair falling around your
shoulders, sometimes a corset that fits tight against
your body, gripping your flesh, taking out your toys,
imagining he is forcing you to suck his cock, that
your asshole is being roughly abused by him as you
fuck yourself open with the biggest vibrator you
have!!! Your cock and balls bound, a desperately nasty
slut begging to be used by him again and again!!!

Each day you maintain your professional demeanor
around him. Doing the buisness that he's hired you
specifically for. Wondering what he needs all these
rooms for, why its so dark and where his staff goes
when you're done for the day? You notice yours is the
only car that's ever parked outside, that you never
see any of the staff unless their coming and going
from the room you work in. You've noticed that many of
them are nice looking women but that they are very
precise and do not speak with you about anything other
than the work at hand. That they always look down when
Mr. Buckman is in the room and often you hear them
call him Master outside in the hall when they think
you're not listening.
Mr Buckman is always generous with his compliments of
your work and you feel as though you've both gotten
closer even though it's been a business relationship.

One afternoon after five weeks of work Mr. Buckman
comes into the room and asks you if you'd like to
share dinner with him. He's meeting some important
people at a resturant in the city and since you live
there perhaps you'd enjoy a nice meal before going
home? You readily accept his offer thinking that
you'll have a chance to be somewhat alone with him
instead of all his staff being around.

The resturant is nice, as if you had any doubts,
everyone who works there greets Mr. Buckman warmly and
they wait on him dutifully bringing him anything he
requests. His "important people" come in and are duly
seated at the table where you are introduced. The meal
is quite good and the wine is excellent. Mr. Buckman
and his "friends" talk a bit, finish their meals and
shortly they excuse themselves and leave. You've
thoroughly enjoyed the meal but notice that you've
imbibed perhaps a bit too much wine. Mr. Buckman has
also noticed this and offers to take you home? He'll
have one of his staff deliver your car to your
apartment complex and leave the keys in your mailbox.
Again you readily accept his gracious offer and within
minutes you and he are whisked through the streets in
his limo. You are warm and happy as you look out the
windows thinking none of your friends or coworkers
would ever believe you're doing this?!

Shortly you arrive at your apartment building as the
driver opens the door for you both. You are a little
wobbly as you make your way to the door and you feel
Mr. Buckman's hand grab your arm to steady you. He's
stronger than you imagined and his hand is firm around
your arm. Standing in the elevator with Mr. Buckman
his cologne overcoming you. You want to fall to your
knees and take out his cock and have to fight the urge
to do so. Once at your door you fumble with the lock
and finally open it. Turning to face him, you ask him
if he'd like to come in for a moment? He accepts your
offer as you tell him to make himself comfortable
while you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. The
combination of his cologne, the wine and the
overwhelming desires you are feeling play havoc with
your sense of judgment. You want to throw yourself at
him recklessly but then you also remember that would
not do well with your professional relationship. When
you come out of the bathroom you notice Mr. Buckman
looking at your things. He smiles wickedly at you and
then you notice he's holding a pair of your panties.
He asks if you have a girlfriend at which you reply
you do not. He smiles even more broadly and suddenly
you realize who it was that left that post-it note on
your computer! Within seconds he's standing in front
of you, his face close to your own, his cologne again
making your head swim as he leans down and whispers
into your ear "I know your secret" He then asks you
abruptly how long it's been since you've been
dressing? He's noticed you have a delicate and
feminine way about you even when you're directing his
staff and he's also noticed you staring at him
whenever he comes into the room!

At that very moment you want to lay it all out for
him, tell him everything about you, all your secrets
and more! He places his finger to your lips to silence
you then he says in his soft deep voice.

"Tomorrow I want you to be dressed when you arrive
at my home." "Dressed the way you really desire, you
can wear anything you want but it must be sexy and
tasteful." "You will continue to do the work you are
required to do but you will do so as the woman you
really are." "Furthermore you will from now on address
me as Master Buckman and you will follow all of my
directions unless of course you'd like for me to tell
your boss and my long time friend about your secret
lifestyle, which I believe would certainly spell doom
for your professional career?!"

Here is a tall, firm, commanding, masculine man in
front of you, giving you the choice to be the woman
you really want to be for him or to lose your job,
career and the life you've worked so hard for?! Even
through the wine and cologne you realize he's
blackmailing you but for all that you want to protest!
You've been waiting to hear these very words from
someone like him and without hesitation you hear
yourself telling him
"Yes Master Buckman" the words falling perfectly from
your lips, the feeling overwhelming as you say it but
feeling absolutely right...

I love good stories written in the first person present ... and that's what this is.