Submitting my coworker (1) We work together, day after day, I wouldn't be able to list here the days, even less the year

Submitting my coworker (1) We work together, day after day, I wouldn't be able to list here the days, even less the years. My memory (as you know) is erratic, a Disaster for those around me. We work together and I have seen you grow, during All these years you have lost weight, gained weight, gotten pregnant or gotten sick. You have also changed your hair color, shape, length. We work together and day after day I have looked at you out of the corner of my eye without daring to formulate the slightest of propositions. You have gotten married, you have had children, many things have happened and I I see further every day. But don't even think for a moment that I've fallen in love with you. I simply want you to be mine. My possession. May your will belong to me, may your laughter, your cries, your fears, your joys, may all that (and even more to come) be caused by me. Today you came to work as always, with that half smile hanging from your face, your short brown hair in a mess, you wear some white cotton pants and a tank top. Today you have reached I work as always spreading smiles, smiles that come from your eyes, never from your mouth. But today is different because today is the last day before go on vacation And today I have decided that you will be mine, of your own will you will lose your will, because of your own passion you will lose control of your passion. Today I arrived at work early and I left a note in your drawer, he says. simply "today you will be mine" accompanied by an email address. When you arrived you opened the drawer, you looked at the note but you haven't said anything. You have simply observed how many were around you around working (or apparently working) and then you've gone to do a coffee All morning I have been watching you, small, thin, moving among us all in a delicious way, smiling at us in every way possible ways. And while I was doing all that I was looking at the email. Nothing. I have gone to eat When I returned you were no longer there, I reconnected to the email and I discover that you have written to me. "Who are you?" I have briefly responded to your email. "I think you already know who I am, the note could only have been left a co-worker. If you want to play, take a risk. You only live once and you "You haven't started living yet." Immediately after sending you the reply, I I regret my solemnity. I know myself, I know that I am a great master but I also know that the solemnity that sometimes accompanies me scares newbies. But it I assume, I am the result of my circumstances. When I am a master I am a master, when I am not I love, I am still a love and I only stop being a love when you beg me. She goes back to work, she also went to eat. Sits on your table and read the email. It looks like he's answering. After a while I get your reply. "You could be several people. Are you still here?" Answer yes it is dangerous. There are only 6 men left in the entire plant. It's summer. I look at my companions, maybe only 3 (counting me e) we could have written a note like that. And she should know it. Maybe to answer is to limit the terrain too much to someone of whom I do not know their reactions. They say that whoever does not take risks "I'm here" I reply I notice out of the corner of my eye that you have received the email, you look at us Everyone, I pretend I'm working (something I don't think I've done all day). Of Suddenly you type something and I receive a new email. "Dare, come find me, let's go to the coffee room and talk." It's too dangerous. Here, at work. Although good I thought, maybe I could go find you and buy you a coffee and if you get mad Pretend I was just going to buy you coffee. I get up and turn to you. You see me arrive but you don't smile, not even with the eyes. I still have time to turn around. But I don't do. I never turn around in front of a submissive and something tells me that you are a submissive -Do you want a coffee? -Well, you answer with hardly any emotion, so I can consult you. something. We head to the coffee room, there is no one there. Perfect. Sack two coffees and then I'm the one who asks. -What did you want to ask me? -Don't act stupid, from the beginning I knew it was you. -What are you talking about? -Look, let's be serious, if you have written to me it is for a reason. I'm going to Just listen to you, but don't play with me. Tell me what you meant by phrase "today you will be mine" Are we talking about sex? -No. -So? -I don't know how to tell you, it might suddenly seem like that to you. ridiculous. -Do you think I'm a girl? We have been working together for 14 years, you should know that I am not a girl. Clarify this for me in the simplest way possible. -Well, today you're going on vacation and all I can do is think. I won't see you for a month, things have happened in my life lately, people that have come and gone, I see you every day and every day I wonder why not I could have you. -No one has me, not even my husband. Maybe the time has come to play with words. I I am a master of words. -Have you never been anyone's property? -What are you talking about? -Do you know what domination and submission relationships are? She looks at me but doesn't say anything. For a moment I believed guess a sparkle in his eyes. Suddenly I realize that I am in a dead end, if she knows what it is she will resist like a good submissive, but If he doesn't know what it is, he will be scared when I tell him. -I know what it is. What do you want? I approach her, my face is just a few centimeters away from her. his, I place my hand on his shoulder and say slowly. -May you be mine. A few seconds pass. She is thinking, without looking at me eyes. I weigh the possibilities. There has been no immediate rejection. she says Know what relationships of dominance and submission are. I see that your hands They are shaking. "I had a relationship," he begins to say without looking at me. Cara- before I got married. -How do you remember her? Just smile. I approach her again and tell her -In five minutes on the seventh floor, the one with the advertising agency. It's empty, the holidays started last week. Wait for me at the door of the men's toilets. She looks at me but doesn't say anything. Keep shaking. -Now? Just ask. -Now. And I leave, leaving it in the coffee room. I return to my place but She doesn't show up for hers. After five minutes I go up to the floor seventh and I head to the toilets. There she is. Nobody can see us. I approach behind him and I take his arms, squeezing them behind his back. -What is my name? I ask him. -Ricard answers with a minimal voice. I squeeze his arms even more. -I only ask things once. As it is our first conversation I will make an exception. -Master. -Go into the bathroom and undress completely. -Wait...someone could come. I release her from her arms and stand in front of her, I raise my head. hand and she protects herself from the blow with her arms. Then I quickly give him a soft punch to the stomach that forces her to double over. It has hardly been a punch. It was more of a soft but malicious blow. She looks at me and nods. We both enter the bathroom and he begins to take off his clothes. His body is very normal for her age (she is about to turn 40), breasts small, big ass, prominent stomach, swollen ankles, scar the cesarean section. His hair is abundant and brown. could be a woman anyone from any city, but here and now she seems like the submissive to me more fantastic than any master would wish to have. so many years waiting I get close to her face and look directly into her eyes. -Are you afraid of me? I ask him. -Don't know. -It's normal, but you shouldn't be afraid of me, just respect and obedience. If you don't obey me, that's when you should be afraid. I look at my watch, it's five in the afternoon. -What time did you tell your family that you would return? -Today is the first day of vacation and they have already left in address Without letting him continue the sentence I slap him. She told me She looks at his face, surprised, her cheeks are red and white, changing color. They soon regain circulation. -I've been asking you for an hour. -Tomorrow at noon I should arrive in town. I smile. You still have a lot to learn today. More than what Do you think my little submissive newbie. (To be continued)