Friday, February 14, 2014

Let's Try Again

It's been a while since I posted to this blog. I am going to give it another try because I feel I need an outlet for things I can't seem to say in real life.

I plan to address:
  • My newly realized submissive nature to women
  • My desire to be a cuckold or just to have a hotwife
  • My repressed sexual memories that just came back
  • Anything else I feel like talking about

So if you knew back in the day (06-09) and want to get back in touch please do.  If not please join me anyway.

I usually don't hold back....

Saturday, November 14, 2009

My Secretary is Freakin - 2

Beth paused for an exceptionally long time.  I wondered if she was about run out of the office again.  Beth's jaw was clenched tight and her eyes were tearing up.  She looked straight at me, then dropped her gaze to the floor and quietly said, "Steve wants me to show myself."

I wasn't sure I heard Beth correctly, "What?  Show yourself? Show yourself what?"

Beth was a little agitated that I didn't get her drift.  "Show myself to men.", she said tensely.

This conversation was surreal.  I couldn't believe I was having it with anyone, yet alone Beth.  "Which men?", I asked.


"Does he have any men, in particular, that he wants you to show yourself to?", I asked.

"He wants me show myself to....I can't say.", Beth said as her face turned a little red.

"OK...When Steve says 'show yourself', what does he mean?"

Beth turned a little more red and looked at the floor again, "He wants me to take my top off and display my breasts for men."

"OK...", I was stunned.  I asked again, "What men are you supposed to show your breasts too?"

"You!", Beth snapped.  "Steve wants me to display my breasts to you, my boss.  He says it would be a big turn-on for him to know that I strip for my boss."

"How do you feel about that?"

Beth was at the edge of her coping skills, "What are you a psychiatrist?!  I feel embarrassed, but I promised Steve I would let him push me farther out of my comfort zone.  I need to do it."

I honestly didn't think Beth would go through with stripping, so I decided to push her a bit.  "OK, then you need to ask me.", I said firmly.

"Ask you what?", Beth looked confused.

I leaned over my desk and looked straight into Beth's blue eyes, "You need to ask me for permission to display your breasts to me."

Beth stood up and said, "Mr. Caligula, may I please display my breasts to you?"

I leaned back in my chair, "Very well then, Beth.  Come around the desk, stand directly in front of me, and display your breasts."

Beth took a digital camera out her purse came around the desk and stood just beyond my knees.  She handed the camera to me.  Beth looked straight ahead and slowly took off her dark blue suit jacket.  She placed the jacket on my desk.  I noticed Beth's fingers hands shaking as she undid the buttons on her white, silk blouse.  She still wouldn't look at me.  When the blouse was unbuttoned, she slid it off her shoulders and laid it on my desk over her suit jacket.  Beth stood there for a moment, as if at attention.  She had on a white lacy bra with a front clasp.  At this point, I was pretty sure she wouldn't go any further. I thought it might be fun to push Beth a bit.

I took an authoritative tone with Beth, "Well? Are you just going to stand there?"

"Please give me a moment - not sure I can do it.", Beth said.

"You mean you wasted my time?", I said, acting annoyed.

"Fine!", Beth yelled as she unclasped her bra.

Beth slid her bra off and laid it over her other clothes on my desk.  She stood at attention right in front of me, looking straight ahead at the wall.  I had never really noticed what beautiful, full, pendulous chernobyls she had.  As each moment of silence passed, Beth's nipples grew stiffer.  She was standing there, in front of her boss, topless.  I think Beth was in overload.

Beth quietly made a request, "Will you please take a picture of me, so that Steve knows I really did this?"

I replied, "OK, but you need to strike a better pose.  Take the back of your hands and push in at the sides of your breasts, so that you are really displaying them for me."

Beth took a deep breath of restraint and pushed in on her breasts.  I took pictures of Beth from every angle, playing like I was some sort of professional photographer.

After about twenty pictures, I said, " dance around like an idiot."

"What?!!", Beth yelled.

"Can keep your hands up by your big, full tit-ties and do a River Dance kind of thing.", I said.

"That's enough, I'm getting dressed.", Beth said sternly.

"O...K", I said, knowing that Beth had had enough.

Beth quickly got dressed, grabbed her camera, and put it in her purse.  As she was leaving, she said, "Thank you for doing this."  Then, Beth ran out of my office and the building.

more later.....

Sunday, November 8, 2009

My Secretary is Freakin'

My assistant, Beth, is a pretty, relatively conservative young lady.  Honestly, I hired Beth because of her professional attitude, but I have to admit her looks were an added bonus to the workplace.  About three months ago she married, Steve, a fellow she had been dating for five years.  In the few times I met Steve, I could easily see that he was lot more adventurous than Beth.  Steve easily joked about sex, swinging, and public nudity.   Beth never brought up sex in public and seemed very repressed.  In fact, in the three years we worked together, we actually never touched.  It was odd that she married Steve, because he seemed turned on by putting his wife on display.  When he would refer to Beth as his "hotwife", Beth would squirm a bit, then smile.  Steve was definitely pushing Beth to explore her limits.  I got the feeling that while Steve made Beth uncomfortable, she was a little turned on by it.

Last week, Beth seemed on edge.  I was worried her workload was too much for her, so I asked her about it, "Beth, is everything OK?  You seem pretty tense this week."

"I't's not work; it's home.", Beth replied.

"OK, do you want to talk about it?"

"It's Steve.  Hey, what do you think of Steve?", asked Beth.

This was a loaded question.  I responded carefully, "Steve is a lot fun.  I enjoy his offbeat sense of humor."

Beth seemed to key off this response, "That's the problem!  Steve wants me to...  Forget it, I can't talk about it." 

Beth hurried out of my office.  I reminded myself that Beth's personal life was her private domain and put the whole conversation out of my mind.  At the end of the day, Beth came back into my office.

She quietly said, "I'm sorry I cut you off earlier."

"That's no problem.", I said.  "I didn't mean to pry."

Beth say down, putting her elbows on my desk, "No, you were great.  I need someone to talk to about this.  It's very personal.  Would you mind talking with me about it?"

Given our always professional relationship, I was stunned, "OK...Go ahead...I"m happy to help."

more later...

Friday, November 6, 2009

I'm Back!!!

Sorry folks! I had to go off the grid for a while, but I'm back for more fun and games.