Silver Confession

WLW. A receptionist quits her job and her boss knows exactly why and what she needs. Soft D/s, a sub who doesn't know it yet. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Enjoy.

I always said yes ma'am to her.

I'm not from the South. I wasn't raised that way. I don't say that, but the first time I did something for her she said "thank you" and I said "yes ma'am" without even thinking.

Not "no problem" or "you're welcome". I said "yes ma'am".

It carried on like that for some time. Isis was my boss. I quit one day after turning red and running out of the office. It was an entry level job, nothing to cry home about. I knew I'd get another receptionist position elsewhere. I didn't mean to run out on her. I'd worked with her for 3 years and for 3 years "yes ma'am" rolled off my tongue until I wondered why I said it. I decided to stop saying it. I walked into her office and she asked me if everything was ready for her presentation.

"Yes," I responded.

"Yes... what?" she said. She was doing something on her computer, but stopped to look right at me. To look right through me. I almost melted into a puddle on the floor. I had to get out of there. I dropped what I was doing, sent an "I quit" email, and just...left. I called on some connections for a job interview, called some friends, and set my night up. I truly never thought I'd see her again. I guess it really is a small world. Getting drinks with friends the day I quit turns into seeing Isis again that night. My friends knew the story, knew I was trying to get away, and mocked me as soon as they saw her.

I didn't know what else to do. I ran to the back, towards the bathrooms and tried to regain my composure. Why did she do this to me? No one else can make me feel this way by not doing anything at all. I hate her. I hate Isis. She's a sucky boss. I told myself these things as I splashed cold water on my face.

The bathroom door opened. She walked in and, my god, the way she looked at me. She walked up to me and pushed me into the wall. As Isis tilted my chin towards her, I couldn't help but move how she wanted me. I closed my eyes and waited for her soft lips to touch mine. I didn't feel anything. Nothing at all. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me.

"Eager?" she asked me. I couldn't say much. My body was telling it all. From the speed of my breathing to the flush in my face. Fuck, I hate her.

I looked at her angrily and pushed past her. She grabbed my arm and pulled me so my body was pressing against hers. I could smell her. Damn, she smelled good. I'm not sure if it was cologne, perfume, or just her. I could feel my nipples harden as she ran her hand up and down my arm and looked into my eyes. She leaned in... and kissed me.

I could feel how soft her lips were, how delicious she tasted, how much control she had over me in that kiss. I slid my tongue into her mouth and felt hers swirl with mine. I couldn't help it and I moaned out loud. Fuck.

I felt her hands slide down the small of my back. One hand made its way up to my throat with a gentle squeeze. I moaned a little louder and felt how wet I was getting. I grabbed onto her and tried to pull her closer to me. She pulled away and walked right out of the bathroom door.

I hate Isis.

I left the bathroom, told my friends I was calling it an early night for my interview tomorrow, and headed out towards my car.

"Going home?" I heard someone ask. I looked and saw her there.

"Yes. I have things to do tomorrow."

"You don't. You just need to be mine," she said as she walked towards me. I froze. I watched her lips. I watched her lick them, slowly. My lips were slightly parted by the time she reached me and pulled me against her body. She felt good, almost unreal. I closed my eyes and let her kiss me. Our tongues felt so fucking good moving against each other. I started to get greedy. I wanted as much of her as I could have. I pulled on her shirt, her belt, her neck, anything to be closer to her. She bit my bottom lip and I moaned loudly while she pulled back and laughed.

"C'mon. Follow me. I don't live too far. And don't worry. I'm only offering you conversation," Isis said as she smiled at me. My God, that smile.

She hopped in her car and I hopped in mine. I raced her to get to her own house. She pulled in the driveway of a single story suburban home and was already waiting for me when I was finally ready to get out. She smiled at me as she unlocked the door and welcomed me inside.

She told me to make myself comfortable while she got some wine out for us. I looked around and saw photographs everywhere, but none with people. No family, just pictures of things. Mostly black and white.

"What are these pictures?" I asked her

"Ones I took. Some other ones I couldn't live without," she said without missing a beat. I was looking at the one with some flowers in the middle of a storm when she startled me with a soft touch on my arm.

"Easy. Just wanted to give you a glass. Now sit down with me," she directed as she walked over to the couch. I sat down and sipped on my wine, careful to avoid eye contact.

Why did I follow her home? Why did I do this to myself?

Like she was reading my mind, Isis asked me "Why are you here? And why did you quit on me?"

"No--I-- I had to! I don't know. I'm so sorry... I-- damn..."

"Stop... You know why," she said forcefully, "now tell me."

"...You make me nervous. In a good way, but... very... umm... intense? Like I can't handle that. Not at work. All day? No. I can't. I'm sorry. This was a mistake," I said as I gently set my glass down on the coffee table. I got up to leave and was quickly brought back down onto the couch.

Isis grabbed my legs and pulled them out from under me until I was laying flat on my back on the couch. I let out a yelp and pushed her away while she tried to get on top of me. Isis just chuckled, her gaze never left me. She kissed me again, this time with more force, as she pulled off my shirt. I was breathing heavily now and wished she would just put her fingers inside of me. I don't know when I began to need to feel her so fucking bad, but I did in that moment. I needed her. I helped her take off my pants. I didn't know why. I took my bra off while she kissed me. I loved her tongue in my mouth. Forceful, but not too much. She kept doing this thing...I fucking loved it. She'd take just a little bit of my tongue into her mouth and gently suck on it. All I could do was imagine her doing it to my clit. I cursed and moaned while I wiggled underneath her. I tried to slide my pink thong off and she stopped me.

"Don't touch those," she said. "You'll take them off when I tell you."

She nibbled on my neck, kissed along my collar bones, and looked up at me as she took one of my nipples into her mouth. Her eyes closed as her lips closed around it. I could feel her hands exploring my body, her warm mouth on me, and suddenly only had one thought in my mind.

I wanted her to eat my pussy. So fucking bad. I wanted her fingers inside of me too.

I wanted to cum for her.

"Why are you here?" Isis asked me. She was staring intently at me as I shrugged and then asked me again. Almost angrily.

"Because... I want you. I have since I met you and all this time I've avoided it and it's built up and I just can't take it anymore," I blurted out. I looked up at her while I waited for her response.

"You can have me, but you have to be a good girl and listen to me," Isis whispered against my lips while my pussy was dripping wet, just waiting for her. She kissed me again and I grabbed one of her hands and slid it down my stomach, closer to where I wanted her. She chuckled as she broke our kiss.

"Don't move my hands. They're where I want them. You can only make one decision tonight. When you cum, what my hands do, where I kiss you, how I fuck you, that's all up to me. Your decision? Do you want 7, 8, or 10 inches?" she asked while finally pulling my thong off. Her eyes never left mine. I felt my breath catch as she ran her fingers up my thighs. I moved a little, trying to get her to put her fingers inside of me finally. To do something. Anything.

She pulled her hands off of my body and looked disappointed.

"I already told you that you make one decision. Now, what will it be?"

I could've pretended like I didn't know what she was talking about, but I needed her badly. I wanted her to fuck me until I screamed her name. Until I couldn't take anymore. My answer was 8 and I told her that. She smiled and held out her hand. I took it and was led into her bedroom.

Black sheets, burgundy walls, and a king sized bed. More pictures I assumed she took. There was a small black chair near the bed. She let go of my hand and sat in that chair.

"Sit on the bed facing me," she instructed. I did as I was told and felt a little exposed. I was fully naked and she was fully clothed. Isis smiled at me like she understood my nervousness, stood up, and began taking off her shirt. I had no idea she had tattoos and I tried to take in each one of them. She undid her belt, took off her pants, took off her bra and I never wanted to put my mouth on someone's nipples more. I wanted to put my mouth all over her body. She stood in front of me with black boyshorts on and tilted her head to the side.