Finding My Way

An eBook By Kathy Culina.

I've made it past the first two weeks and haven't made to many major mistakes. A couple of dropped appointments and accidental hang ups but no burning down of houses or running away clients. I think I'm getting the hang of it.

Today I was sitting at my desk reading while the office was closed for lunch, when Cindy called me into her office.

"Alison could you come in here please," she called.

Reluctantly I laid the novel I was reading on my desk and went into her office.

"Close the door." She told me.

I closed the door and stood before her desk. She was so serious and even a bit stern that I thought maybe I had done something wrong and was about to get sacked. I stood in front of her desk silently praying that I hadn't done something wrong and most of all that I wasn't going to get fired. As it turned out, I was very wrong from every angle.

"I've been impressed with the work you've done these last few weeks," she said. "You've handled the situations that have come up with different sellers; very well. I've also watched the way you help the buyers deal with the stress of finding their dream home. You have a talent with people." I was feeling very proud standing there listening to her say all these good things about me. Then she went on. "I've also been impressed in other areas as well. You dress with taste; you're polite to everyone, even the people who are rude to you. I don't know where you came from, but I know the information in your résumé isn't exactly true. Nevertheless, that doesn't matter. The thing that does matter is what I think of you."

She stood up, came around the desk, and stood in front of me. "As of right now I am your mistress."

wasn't sure what she was talking about. How did we go from me doing a great job at work to her as my mistress? And what is a mistress anyway? Did I do something that made her think this. Oh no! Did I leave any evidence on the computer of a few sites I'd looked at when she was out of the office? Like a beehive, thoughts were swarming around in my head.

At home, I'd always done the correct things, had the right boyfriends. I made the right friends and did all the right things expected of me. Unfortunately, that just wasn't who I was. I wasn't the future Joan Cleaver. I wanted emotion and excitement. I didn't want the boring flat on my back while my perfect boyfriend pumped himself in and out of me. When ever I would say anything about it I would get the proverbial pat on the cheek and "you'll grow out of it talk." Now somehow I'd dropped right in the middle of excitement.

I'd looked at the girls in gym, and felt a fascination I couldn't explain. That fascination grew into desire. But, I've never thought I'd act on it. Now it seemed as if I would be doing that and a whole lot more.

just stood there looking dazed while all these thoughts had run through my mind. Cindy's command for me to take off my dress woke me up. "When I tell you to do something, you do it immediately and if you don't you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I stammered.

"Good! Now take your dress off." She commanded.

couldn't help hesitating. I was taken by surprise at the twist of events and wasn't too sure if I wanted to be doing this. My past training to obey when told to do something kicked in. With no coordination at all I began sliding the buttons free.

I'd worn a dress that had little pearl buttons running from the neck down to the hem. I unbuttoned the ones between my breasts, revealing the purple bra I'd worn under my dress that day. My nipples had hardened when I brushed them with my hand while unbuttoning my dress, the cool air made them harder. I felt the familiar ache in my nipples, the one that wouldn't go away until they'd been sucked on.

paused; I knew that Cindy could see each nipple clearly poking against the fabric of my bra. I was embarrassed that she could see that I was getting excited by having to undress for her.

"Keep going," she ordered.

Her words gave motion to my hands and I quickly slid the buttons free down to my waist. I watched her eyes while I slid free the buttons that covered my panties.

Today I'd only worn pantyhose and no panties because the dress was kind of clingy and whenever wore panties with it they showed. I forced myself to keep going until the dress was fully parted.

stood there not knowing what to do or where to put my hands. I fidgeted putting my hands over my stomach then slid them down until they covered the waistband of my pantyhose. Then I slid them up until they rested just under my breasts then I'd drop them down to my side. I didn't know what to do.

"Now take off those pantyhose," Cindy told me.

envisioned in my mind the sight of me standing before her with just my unbuttoned dress and bra. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I knew any minute I'd wake up.

But I wasn't waking up. Instead, I had hooked my thumbs in the waistband and was sliding them off my hips. The reality of what I was doing and the sensations of sexuality set every nerve ending throbbing. Where the pantyhose had left, down my hips, over the curve of my behind and now the V between my legs, they tingled as if anticipating her touch. I felt moisture pool inside my pussy, the lips swelled and my clit ached.

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