A chance encounter in an office hallway leads a lonely lady executive to find fulfillment as a submissive to a Dominant male employee whose name she doesn’t even know.
Author's note: This is my first short story, only three chapters long and self-contained within a single posting. It's also my first that's not a love story. This is more of a "What's love got to do with it?" story.
Chapter 1
She was the CEO, the Chief Executive Officer. She had a Type A personality; she kicked ass and took names. That was the only way to rise to the level she had, especially for a woman. It was lonely at the top. She was in her early 40s, divorced, no kids. She hadn’t had a relationship in many years, but she really didn’t want one, either. Too much work, too much drama. But yet she still had a need for human connection.
Her ex had introduced her to the world of BDSM. She’d found that she loved being in bondage, and she loved being submissive. It was the complete opposite of her real life; such a welcome break from constantly being in charge, always calling the shots. She relished letting someone else call the shots while she just complied. Her problem was that she currently had no one like that, and she missed it terribly. She’d begun wearing a necklace with an open padlock pendant hanging from it to indicate to those who knew the meaning that she was a sub without a Dom.
He was a nobody, a cog in the machine, for the company she ran. He was in his early 30s, never married, no relationship, no kids. Yet, he had no lack of women in his life. He was a Dom to a whole stable of women, some in real life, some online only. He wore a ring with a prominent BDSM triskelion symbol on his right hand.
One day they happened to pass in a hallway. He was carrying a box of documents, and so his hands were holding the front of the box, and his ring was quite visible. He saw her approaching; he knew exactly who she was, as her photo was featured prominently on company communications.
They both noticed each other’s BDSM symbols simultaneously. The hall was otherwise deserted, so she smiled and said hello, and he reciprocated. As they were about to pass, she quietly asked him if he were looking for a sub. He was always looking for another sub, and he told her so. She immediately picked up on his use of the word ‘another’; that implied he wasn’t looking for a relationship. Perfect.
She stopped and gave him a room number and told him to be there at a certain time. The room number was on the executive floor.
He went to the room at the appointed time, but the door was controlled with a cardkey and his didn’t open it. He knocked gently, trying to be discreet. She immediately opened the door and practically pulled him inside as she glanced up and down the hallway to make sure he hadn’t been observed.
He quickly scanned the room. It wasn’t at all a typical office building room. It looked more like a studio apartment. There was a tiny kitchen in one corner, and a table and two chairs that were obviously meant for eating at. There was a sofa and coffee table and a reclining chair in the main part of the room, a small, private bathroom with a shower, and what appeared to be a walk-in closet. There was a second entrance door to the room on a side wall, which he presumed she’d used.
She invited him to take a seat on the sofa, then sat down next to him and turned to face him. She stressed the need for complete confidentiality and discretion; she told him that anything said or done in this room had to stay in this room and could not be shared with anyone, ever. He understood and agreed. She asked him if he had other subs already, and he replied that he did. She said she assumed that he wasn’t looking for a relationship then, which he confirmed. She told him that she wasn’t either; she just needed a Dom she could be submissive to. He asked her if she meant for sex only, or 24/7. She replied definitely for sex, but also 24/7 if it could be kept completely secret.
They discussed their respective kinks and fetishes, their preferences, and their hard and soft limits, and found that they had a lot of common ground. They discussed how and when they’d meet in person and how they’d communicate in between. She wanted to only ever meet in this room, once a week at the same time. They exchanged phone numbers, but she wanted to manually enter his number into her phone, so she could assign it a name of her choosing. That way, when he called or texted, her phone would display that name rather than the normal caller ID name.
She stressed that due to her position, she couldn’t promise she’d pick up his calls or respond to his texts or voice messages right away. In fact, she preferred that he didn’t call or text at all. He considered that to be an unusual request from a sub, but then, he’d never had a CEO for a sub before. He agreed not to contact her except in extraordinary circumstances, provided that she check in with him at least twice a week. She agreed to do so, and they worked out a schedule when he could expect to hear from her.
She didn’t want to know his name; she only wanted to know what title he wanted her to call him. He replied that she should call him Sir, and that he would call her sub or subbie. She saved his phone number in her phone with the name Sir, and she gave him a cardkey that opened the door to the room.
Since they had a mutual interest in bondage and she wanted a 24/7 Dom, he told her that he wanted her to wear bondage gear and/or restraints 24/7. Discretely, under her clothing when in public, of course. She could choose from among a variety of items, but must always have at least one locked on at all times. She could use her own locks for now, but at their next rendezvous, he would provide her with locks he wanted her to use. He also told her she’d need to replace the pendant on her necklace with one that indicated she had a Dom, such as a closed lock.
He requested her to take off her shoes and let him inspect them, and she did so. She was wearing professional-looking black leather pumps with three inch heels. He asked her if she owned any work-appropriate shoes with higher heels. She replied that she did not.
He then asked if she owned any shoes with higher heels. She said she had a pair of black patent leather stilettos with four inch heels that she wore when she went clubbing back in the day. He asked if there was anything wrong with them, and she said no, other than they hurt her feet wearing them all day with such a high heel.
He then told her that effective the following day, she was not to wear shoes with less than a four inch difference between the heel and sole. The pair she had would do for the time being, but he would buy her some additional shoes that he wanted her to wear. He explained that the more she wore such shoes, the less they’d hurt and she’d eventually get used to them.
Finally, he told her that he would accept her as his sub on a trial basis, and that to demonstrate her good faith, her first act of service would be to give him a blow job. She hesitated, and he told her he didn’t mean next week, either. And so the lady CEO got down on her knees, pulled her hair back, and proceeded to service a low-ranking subordinate whose name she didn’t even know. He told her so as not to make a mess of her nice apartment, she should swallow. She enthusiastically nodded her head; she had fully intended to do so anyway.
When he came, she swallowed eagerly and then proceeded to lick him clean. This obviously wasn’t her first rodeo. He praised her, telling her that she did that very well and that she was a good girl. Only then did she realize how much she’d missed hearing such words from a Dom. They both left the room through the doors they entered, respectively, and went away having a very good feeling about what they’d just agreed to.
Chapter 2
That evening, she pulled out all of her shoes and measured the heels of those that might be at least four inches high. Anything less than that, she boxed up to go into storage. Besides the patent leather stilettos, she also found a pair of espadrille wedge sandals that were sufficiently high; she hadn’t worn those in at least a decade and had forgotten all about them. Those would work nicely when she was away from work and dressed casually.
She also pulled out all of her bondage gear. He’d said that he wanted her to have something locked on all the time, under her clothes when she was in public, but otherwise it didn’t matter. She decided to send him a selfie wearing her espadrilles and pair of handcuffs, with her face out of the picture so he couldn’t use it to blackmail her. He replied with a thumbs-up emoji. That was almost as good as hearing him say ‘good girl’.
She struggled with wearing the four inch stilettos all day. They were as painful as she remembered. But she kept a good attitude about it, because she now had a good reason to wear them – Sir wanted her to, and she wanted to please him. Under her clothes she wore a leather harness one day, a chastity belt another day, and a slave collar under a turtleneck another day. Each morning she’d take a selfie after she’d locked herself in and before she got dressed and send it to Sir. He always seemed appreciative.
At their weekly rendezvous, he arrived carrying a document box containing the things he bought for her. A variety of four inch stilettos in her size with ankle straps that could be locked on, and something he was very proud of, a set of small padlocks that were synced together electronically, so that a certain number of them had to be locked at all times. He was an engineer, and he’d created these locks himself.
There were six locks in the set, and once one of them was locked, it couldn’t be unlocked unless another one was locked instead. None of these could be locked unless they were locked around something and sufficiently close to body heat. Two of the locks worked together so that neither could be unlocked until a third one was locked. Those two were intended to lock on her stilettos.
She was wearing skirt that day, so he couldn’t ask her to lock herself into the shoes he bought that day. But he explained to her that he wanted her to wear the shoes with the locks he provided every day for the foreseeable future. That would mean wearing slacks to cover the ankle straps and locks. They would count as the bondage gear under her clothes. She was to leave the other locks at home, so she’d be unable to remove the shoes until she got home. Then, she could only remove them if she locked herself into something else.
She wore a skirt, a thong, and stockings with a garter belt that day to provide easier access to her lady parts. He’d brought a ball gag for her to wear, along with handcuffs. They were both on the same wavelength as to what might happen that day. He cuffed her hands behind her back, put the ball gag on, and removed the skirt so as not to get it dirty or wrinkled. He then proceeded to simultaneously tease her clit and finger her as he nibbled on her ear and kissed her cheek.
He told her what a good girl she’d been over the past week, following his orders to a “T” and sending photographic proof each day, which was above and beyond what he’d asked for. He told her how much he appreciated having such a good girl, because some of his subs were brats, and that he’d reward her accordingly.
He brought her to the edge, and then abruptly stopped stimulating her. She was confused; he’d just said he was going to reward her, but now he clearly wasn’t. Her confusion was evident from her facial expression. He told her to trust him; he knew what he was doing. She was so close to cumming but now couldn’t, and was very frustrated, but in her current state she couldn’t do anything about it.
After a few minutes, he resumed stimulating her, but as she got to the edge, he stopped again, and then he repeated the process a third time. Each time she was hornier than the one before, but he wouldn’t give her satisfaction. The fourth time, though, when she reached the edge, he instead increased the intensity of his motions and she had a powerful orgasm, much more so than if he’d let her do it the first time around. She tried hard to stifle her screams of ecstasy, and between her efforts and the ball gag, the sounds of lovemaking didn’t go beyond the walls of the room.
He removed the gag, and she immediately thanked him for such a wonderful experience, and apologized for not trusting that he’d take good care of her. He responded that he understood that trust is only earned through experience, and they were still in the process of getting to know one another. Still handcuffed, she then hopped down off the sofa and kneeled facing him, and proceeded to unfasten his belt and pants with her mouth. He was impressed with her dexterity and determination. She then gave a repeat performance from the previous week.
And so it continued, week after week. Sometimes they'd have sex, sometimes they had fun other ways, but there was always bondage and mutual gratification. Eventually, she did get used to wearing four inch heels; in fact, she developed “Barbie feet” where she could no longer stand flat-footed and had to wear high heels all the time. Once that happened, he no longer required her to have her shoes locked on. She was actually grateful to him for making her go through that; they both thought she looked and moved so much sexier in such high heels.
But he did continue to require her to have something locked on at all times, and his locks made sure she did. She found that rather arousing, actually. From time to time, they’d talk about seeing each other outside of work, or beginning a real relationship, but whenever one of them wanted to do those things, the other would explain all the reasons why it would be a bad idea to do so. And so they just maintained the status quo, which they both found deeply satisfying. She made a point of deliberately not learning his name or what he actually did within the company, and neither did she volunteer any personal information about herself.
Chapter 3
A little over five years later, Sir failed to show up for their weekly appointment without letting her know that he’d be unable to make it. This was the first time that had ever happened, and so she became concerned. She texted him but he didn’t respond. She tried calling him, but it went straight to voice mail. She decided against trying to find out where in the company he worked and asking his supervisor about him.
She did ask her administrative assistant to find out whether anyone working at that location had died or been hospitalized or had taken a sudden leave of absence or had quit in the past few days. The admin thought that to be an odd request and asked her boss what had led her to think to ask for that. She just replied that she had a feeling, that’s all.
The admin queried all of the department heads about any recent unexpected absences of a serious nature. No one had done any of the things the boss had suggested, but the head of the engineering department reported he had an employee who didn’t show up for work that day, didn’t call in, and couldn’t be reached. The admin asked the department head to report back with any new information about this employee as he received it. The admin passed this finding back to the CEO, who didn’t want to know the employee’s name or department unless it turned out to be something major.
On the news that evening, it was reported that a local man had perished in a traffic accident involving a dump truck during the morning rush hour. The department head saw the news broadcast, heard them say the man's name, and realized it was his absent employee. The next morning, he reported this to the administrative assistant, who passed it on to her boss. She had the admin pull up the man’s photo taken for his security badge, and immediately recognized him as Sir. It was all she could do to not break down in front of her employee.
It was already common knowledge among the man’s coworkers, some of whom had also seen the news. The CEO spoke directly to the department head about the matter, and she asked him to announce an impromptu department meeting, which she would also attend.
Many of the people in the conference room were openly crying or at least visibly upset, including the CEO herself. A couple of people reported what they knew from having seen the news, and then several others stood up and said various nice things about the man. She then announced that anyone who wanted to leave for the remainder of the day was free to do so and would still get paid. She said she would arrange to have grief counselors on site the following day, so everyone was expected to come to work and to take advantage of that if they felt the need.
The admin made the arrangements for the grief counselors, and her boss told her that she wanted to personally speak with the senior counselor that next morning. She also asked her to find out about the man’s next of kin so she could send her condolences, and when and where the funeral or memorial service would be held. She spent a lot of time alone in her office that day, unable to work, with tears streaming down her face. That evening she went home and sobbed uncontrollably for hours.
The next morning, she confessed to the senior counselor that she’d been in a secret relationship with the deceased employee for the past five years and that she was probably more grief-stricken than anyone he actually worked with. The counselor took as much time as she needed as they talked through it together and the counselor provided her with some helpful advice about how to cope with her loss.
He was single and never married and had no children. He did have siblings and parents and nieces and nephews, however. At the funeral, the family members were present along with most of the engineering department and a smattering of various other co-workers, friends, and acquaintances. She noticed, however, that there were quite a few unaccompanied women of various ages and ethnicities in attendance who sat towards the back and didn’t interact with anyone. All of them wore very high-heeled shoes, some quite a bit higher than her own four-inchers. They all gave each other knowing looks without saying a word. She knew that these women had to be Sir’s other submissives.
She was still wearing locked-on bondage gear under her clothes. She still could not unlock a lock without first locking on another one. But she decided that she wouldn’t try to defeat the locks. She would continue to wear the bondage gear just like she had for the past five years in memory of her Sir. Eventually, she found herself a new Dom, but no one would ever be able to take the place of the one she lost.
THE END