The sun is shining; what a lovely way to begin my day as I open my blinds, reflecting on the fact that today is the day that I will launch my new business for ladies like myself who enjoy dominating men. I have already started a business for ladies and men looking for men doms, which has been very successful and has allowed me to launch this new service. I let the sun wash over my skin; I know in my bones that today will be a good day.

I head to my closet and put on the outfits I chose yesterday to get my business off to a great start. My large round ass is firmly squeezed into a short skirt with a slit from the bottom up to curve my ass, and a corset that securely fastened, revealing my boobs and voluptuous curves. I leave the house in a hurry today, feeling confident and prepared for the big day, and grab a cup of coffee from my local cafe on my way to the new building.

As I make my way to the building, I notice that many customers are waiting to schedule appointments for the new services I provide. I am filled with optimism for the day and am eager to see what the future holds for me and my company. As I enter the opulent lobby, my heels clack on the polished marble floor. I say hello to my secretary as I go, and when the lift dings, I sway my way inside, still feeling very happy from the fantastic start to my day.

I am deep in thought and do not notice the lift ding; I step out and make my way to my office. I inhale the scents of the freshly painted walls and furniture, feeling overpowered by everything that is going on at the moment. I inhale deeply as I take in my surroundings before making my way to my desk. Before I have to get serious and begin my meetings with the new clients, I spin around in glee while sitting in my black leather deak chair, patiently waiting for my gorgeous and seductive employees to attend to their needs.

As the day progresses, clients arrive at my office and request my services. Most of them have the same fantasies about having someone be their mommy, to dominate them, and to provide them with everything they desire every day. As the day goes on, the enthusiasm I had for launching this business is gradually fading because the clients are not interested in the services I hoped they would want; instead, they are choosing the very basic packages I offer. At the end of the day, they are bringing good money into my business, so I can not complain about the services they require.

My last client of the day is finally here, and after I assign one of my girls to this client, I can leave for the day and head to the bar for a well-earned drink. I can already feel the scotch calling my name. I sit patiently waiting for this client to arrive; it is their scheduled appointment time, and they have not arrived. I dislike being late; my business did not thrive on being late. I will give this client five more minutes, and if they do not arrive, I will clock out for the day. I sit there and watch the seconds pass, becoming increasingly agitated. Until there is a 'bang bang bang' at the door.

"Enter," I say in a professional voice.

My jaw drops as the door opens and this attractive, slightly older man enters. I can feel the heat rising up inside of me, my mouth drying up, and my pussy getting really wet. As he clears his throat, I lose all sense of where I am for a brief moment. "Ahem."

As I gaze at this exquisite man, I want my lips on every inch of his body, from his brown dress shoes to his expertly tailored suit in a gorgeous sandstone colour, with a white shirt underneath and two buttons undone at the top that reveal his alluring chest hair. It shows off his toned body underneath that shirt. His big strong arms threatening to rip through the sleeves down to his big hands and long fingers. He has a well-kept beard that is almost flush with his chiselled jaw. His stunning blue eyes stand out against his pale complexion. "Wow," I think to myself; this man appears to have walked straight out of a dream and into reality.

I am curious about what services this man needs, and I prefer to keep him to myself rather than have any of my girls look after him. I need to appear sexy but professional, which is difficult because the moment he walked through my office door, I wanted to strip naked and tie him to my desk. I shake my head, get out of my chair, and sit on my desk, legs crossed and hands resting on my waist.

"You are late," I tell him, peering over the top of my glasses. "Please take a seat." I point my pen to the single leather seat directly in front of me.

"From what I understand," I say, pushing my glasses back up so I can see clearly, "you need a strong, fierce, and passionate lady; care to explain why?" I continue to read the notes my personal assistant wrote for me. I already know why; all I want is to hear the words come out of his perfectly shaped mouth.

"The services I require," he pauses, looking me up and down, "requires a specific type of female to fulfil," he says with a hint of lust in his eyes.

"That is great!" I exclaim. "We have a couple ladies I can assign you to, but you understand that we have a strict code of anonymity here, so before we can proceed, I need to sign a confidentiality agreement that protects both parties involved."

"Yes," he says, continuing to look me up and down, "but I do not want you to assign me to anyone other than you."

"I am not one of the ladies providing a service," I say irritatingly. "I have my ladies here for that; I am the owner."

"It is you or no one," he pauses again. "And I am willing to pay twice as much for you."

His statement offends me a little because it implies that I can be bought with twice as much money, regardless of how much that would increase our annual turnover. Men trying to buy me is not how I got here; I am worth more than that.

I pause as his eyes meet mine, and I say, "I am afraid, Mr. A. My dignity cannot be bought."

He looks into my eyes briefly before running his tongue over his lips; I can see the lust rising within him; he clearly is not used to being told no.

"How can I get you?" he asks, looking at me and undressing me with his gaze.

"By showing me some fucking respect," I say with a firm tone, "I would kindly like to remind you that just because I am a woman and this is my business does not mean I can be bought like a fucking toy. Is that clear?" I yell at him.

"Crystal clear," he says, his eyes practically glowing with rage and desire. "I love a strong woman who knows what she wants."

I chuckle, thinking, "He has not seen anything yet."

"Let us get down to business, Mr A; we offer at-home, at-office, and in-building services; we do not offer public or harmful services, including but not limited to extreme pain; we do not tolerate any abuse of our girls, and they must be treated with respect."

He nods in agreement, and I walk around to my desk, picking up a sheet of paper with photos of girls that match his needs and handing it to him.

"On this sheet are the five most fitting ladies we have available that can match you and what you are looking for," I say as he takes the sheet of paper from me, while I hope and pray he does not choose a girl from my list, "Is there anyone there that catches your attention?"

He pauses for a moment before returning his lust-filled gaze to mine. "No," he simply responds, a simple but powerful word.

I am extremely frustrated right now; he has the best girls in the city at his disposal, but he does not choose any.

I sigh, "All of our other girls are on assignments, so they can not help you," I say, considering my next move to gain his business, "I am sorry that our services did not meet your expectations today, and I hope you return soon to be satisfied." I extend my hand as a simple gesture to conclude this meeting and bring me one step closer to a bourbon, but he does not accept my hand, which perplexes me.

"I told you," he pauses, "when I walked in here, I only wanted you."

"I have already expressed this, Mr A; I will not dominate you," I say, annoyed.

"I do not want you to dominate me," he says this with the sexiest smirk I have ever seen.

"If you do not want to be dominated, why are you here, Mr. A?" I am baffled as to why he would even apply for my services if he had no intention of using them. "So, why have you scheduled my services? Why are you wasting my time?" Speaking through gritted teeth, I express how irritated I am with this man at the moment, and his amusement does not help either. "I am glad you enjoy wasting my time; please escort yourself out of my office; our meeting has concluded."

As I start to walk back to my seat behind my desk, he grabs my wrists and spins me around, trapping me between him and the desk. His gaze travels over my body before he pushes himself closer to me, my breasts firmly pressed against his chest as he lowers his head to my ear. As his lips touch my ear, I can feel his hot, minty breath on my face. "Do not be so tense, baby; I can make you feel so good if you just let me in."

Fuck. He switched the power on so quickly, and the worst part is that I want to give in and let him take my body. This has never happened to me before; control is something I never want to lose, but this devilishly handsome man is testing all of my mental boundaries right now, and I honestly do not intend to stop him.

"What could you possibly do to me that I couldn't?" I say this while still trying to be defiant. This is my office and territory; I can not have my self-control taken away so easily, but I am curious what he would do with power over me. He quickly spins me around and places my hands on the desk, saying, "Keep those hands there and I will show you what I can do that you can't," as he nudges my knees apart, causing my chest and head to join my hands on the desk.

Despite my increasing need to know what will happen and regain control, I remain motionless and follow his instructions. I hear him fall to his knees and feel a slap on my left ass cheek, which is followed shortly by a slap on my right. As he massages my freshly red cheeks, I groan at the tingling, painful pleasure it gives me. He then spreads my ass cheeks open, exposing my tight asshole and my wet, hungry pussy. I hear him sigh in satisfaction before he presses his face between my cheeks and licks up from my wet pussy to my ass, and I attempt to get to my feet.

He quickly reaches up and pushes me back down hard, keeping his hand on my back as he thrusts his tongue deep inside my wet cunt, and it feels sooo fucking good, I have lost all control; it is in his hands now. He continues to tongue fuck me while holding me down with one hand, while the other reaches around to rub my clit rapidly. He sends waves of unbridled passion through my veins; I have never been touched like this before; it is heavenly. And I do not want it to stop; he twirls his tongue around inside my eager cunt, and I am so close to releasing all over his tongue. Sensing that I am about to cum, he removes his tongue from my pussy and uses his hand to slap my clit. I groan in frustration, and he twirls me around, stands up, and inserts his fingers into my mouth, demanding, "Suck them clean, now!"

I shake my head, refusing to give him what he wants after leaving me high and dry like that. He pulls my hair back, forcing my head back, and I look into his eyes. "Did I fucking stutter? Clean my fucking fingers of your juices now!" he growls at me, and I begin sucking his fingers clean, thinking, "damn I taste good."

"You like the way you taste, do you?" He asks, and I nod.

"Good girl, you are now mine; do you understand?" he asks, but it sounds more like a rhetorical question, and I nod again.

"That is my good girl," he says, caressing my hair, "you are now mine, body and mind, and you will obey my commands without question. I will fulfil your darkest dreams and provide you with the most amazing pleasure you have ever experienced."

I start panting in anticipation of what is going to happen, but he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and walks out the door, leaving me slouched against my desk like a needy little whore.

"Are you leaving?" I almost beg him to stay and treat me like a good little whore.

But he simply turns around to face me and says, "I will be back tomorrow for my daily taste of my good girl. Be good, because I will know, I have got eyes everywhere." He winks.

"But…" I say, but he cuts me off by shaking his finger.

"No talk back, I will see you tomorrow, my good girl, remember you belong to me, no one else can touch you, do you understand?" He says it in an authoritative tone.

I simply nod my head, unable to say anything more to him as I sit here extremely turned on, wet, and feeling like a desperate whore.

He opens the door and says, "Good," then leaves, leaving me in a confused state, unable to understand how I went from a business meeting for a dominatrix to being owned. I do not care why, but I can not wait to see what tomorrow brings.