My father is John Chandler, self made multi millionaire. He always wanted a son but gave up after two tries. I am Carmen Chandler the first born. His second try awarded him with Megan Chandler, my younger sister by two years. It was up to me to be the son my father never had. I had always been a tom boy so it was much easier than you imagine. I did all the sports that girls were allowed and I excelled in all of them. I had a room full of trophies to prove it.
In a lot of way my father even treated me like a son. It was little wonder I had an orientation for women instead of men. My father always said the boys will be after you for your money not you. I guess a part of me believed that. I had my first affair in university with an English professor, Mrs. Kate Holgrem. I was twenty she was thirty nine and very submissive. The first time we had lunch together I realized how easy she was to control.
Our affair lasted for almost a year, she ended it out of fear of someone finding out and reporting her. She could not sacrifice her job for a silly affair. I had no regrets I really enjoyed it while it lasted. It gave me a feeling of power I never knew before. There was something arousing about having control over a beautiful older woman. Making her do what I wanted when I wanted. I was hooked so I found another lover but this time off campus.
Candice, she was a cocktail waitress at the local lesbian night club. I had turned 21 by then, Candice was 31 and dead drop gorgeous. She two was subservient and easy to control. I let her stay in my apartment and gave her free rent. She in turn gave me all the sexual loving I could handle. I began my early stages of bondage and dominance with Candice. She liked being tied up and helpless. She enjoyed letting go of herself and surrendering to me. I took great delight in dominating and humiliating her to no end.
As time went on, she found someone her own age and decided to live her life with her. I hope she found what she was looking for. She was wonder woman and I do think about her from time to time. By graduation day I had had several affairs with older submissive women and I enjoyed every one. However, school was over and it was now time to get to work. My father owned four separate companies. Two in one state, one in another state and the third in yet another state.
Altimar, an electronics assembly company was to be my first job. Out of the four companies, it had the slowest growth and worst P&L's. Father gave me the job of running the company and making it turn around. I spent the next few weeks, along with father's accounts, reading up on all the particulars of the company. I took the personal files home and went over them. There I came across Mrs. Emma Sanders. She was 45, been with the company fourteen years. Worked in accounting with an excellent record. Had been offered several promotions but declined them all.
Mrs. Sanders seemed to be content where she was. I guessed she was shy had low self esteem. Probably why she never took the promotions. I thought I would find out in the morning. My secretary rang the phone.
"Mrs. Sanders is her."
I observed her as she walked into my office. I noticed she lacked confidence in her walk. She was very neatly dressed. Smart gray business suit, black stocking and black low heel shoes with covered toes. She had long hair, but had it pulled back in a bun. She wore glasses, nothing smart or stylish plain old black frames. Despite everything, I could see she was a very attractive woman under all that. A very nice figure she obviously took pride in her appearance if nothing else.
I pointed to the chair in front of my desk.
"Have a seat Mrs. Sanders."
I noticed how perfect her posture was as she sat in the chair.
"My name is Carmen Chandler. I'm the new head of operations for this company. My father owns this company along with three others. Not very hard to see why I got the job. If I can't turn this company around. My father will fire me and find someone else. As he always, nothing personal just business."
I was waiting for some reactions but she sat motionless in the chair.
"I'll have to cut staff and departments in order to consolidate. That's the corporate way. I've been reviewing files and trimming where I can."
I watched for her reactions as I spoke. I wanter her to think she was one of the people I was going to cut. I saw the tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She blinked her eyes several time as I stared at her.
"The business world filled with young collage graduates all hungry for jobs. How easy would it be for you to find a new job at your age?"
For the first time I saw her swallow and wipe her brow.
"I, I, I don't know. Probably very hard, Miss. Chandler."
"EXACTALLY! That's why you need to make the most of what you have now."
I leaned back in my chair, staring at her.
She didn't say a word. She swallowed again and stared at me.
"Emma, I want you to stand and strip your clothes off!"
Her eyes got very big as if she were in shock.
"Miss. Chandler? I believe I misunderstood you. What did you say?"
"You heard me, Emma! I strip down naked!"
"But, Miss. Chandler. This is very unusual. I don't understand."
I leaned forward and stared right at her.
"Emma, I'll put this as simple as I can. I have one opening in my department for an accountant. For a woman that follows instructions and carries them out properly. If you still don't understand that. I'll have your final check made out by the end of the day. Do you understand that?"
She swallowed again as she stood up and began slowly to remove her clothes.
I leaned back in my chair with an evil smile on my face. She was submitting to me, giving in to my orders. She would soon be mine. I watched her neatly fold her clothes and place them on the chair. I could almost feel the humiliation she was going through as she stood there naked in front of my desk. She kept her head down avoiding eye contact with me.
"Take your hands away from your pussy! Now, slowly turn around so I can have a good look at you."
Everything was proportioned nicely, she was indeed a very handsome looking lady for 45. In a lot of ways she reminded me of my professor, Kate. She had that same sophisticated look about her. Even naked she looked like a proper lady.
"Nice nipples, Emma. Take your thumbs and rub the up and down."
Her hands slowly moved to her nipples, rubbing them up and down.
"I am prepared to let you keep your job, Emma. You'll be working directly for me. But its going to require a commitment from you. You will be compensated."
"What type of commitment?"
"The type you're doing right now. I told you to strip you obeyed. I told you to rub your nipples you obeyed. I need a person I can trust to do the right thing. Do you understand the commitment I want?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
I pointed to the floor beside my desk.
"Come here and kneel beside my desk."
She quietly obeyed, getting on her knees.
"Put your hands behind you. In the small of your back. Spread your knees open. Hold your head up. Look at the ceiling!"
I slowly walked around behind her. I removed the clips that held her bun in place.
"Shake your hair out!"
It was quite long, dropping down to her shoulder blades. Her color was a raven black. I ran my fingers down her hair.
"Do you die your hair, Emma?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
"Are you married, Emma?"
"Yes, I mean I was. I'm divorced now."
"Keep your head up! Eyes on the ceiling!"
I slid my hand around front and rubbed her nipple with my finger.
"How long?"
"Its been two years now."
"Any children?"
"Yes, a daughter."
I moved my finger to her other nipple.
"How old?"
"She is seventeen."
"Does she live with you?”
"Part of the time. Her father and I have joint custody. We alternate. I have her for three months, then he has her for three months. Back and forth."
"I see. Is she as prim and proper as you?"
"No, Miss. Chandler. She's a teenager and knows everything there is to know.”
I smiled as her thighs twitched. I was making her hot by rubbing her nipples.
“That means you had her when you were twenty eight?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
Her voice was beginning to quiver as she spoke. I sat down in my chair, kicked my shoe off and slid my foot up the inside of her thigh. I felt her sightly quiver as my foot neared her pussy.
"Are you aroused, Emma?"
She swallowed again.
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
"You would like to masturbate for me. Wouldn't you, Emma?"
Emma kept her head up staring at the ceiling but did not speak.
"That would be extremely humiliating for you. Wouldn't it, Emma?"
Her voice quivered.
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
"Take your hands and show me how you please yourself. That's an order, Emma!"
She slowly slid her hand between her legs and slid her fingers into her pussy. Her breathing became heavy and more rapid as her hand slid up and down. Her eyes closed, her knees began to tremble and her head went back.
"OH! OH!, GOD! OH! OH!"
She was panting almost like a dog as her head bobbed up and down. It was exciting to watch. It almost made me have an orgasm.
"Are you finished with your orgasm, Emma?"
"Yes, yes, Miss. Chandler."
"I have seen you naked and at your most vulnerable. You have nothing to hide from me anymore. You will belong to me from now on. It that correct, Emma?"
"Yes, Miss Chandler.
"Excellent. Place your hand behind your back and turn around."
"Do you see that door at the end of the bookcase?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
"That will be your new office."
I tossed the key on the floor between her knees.
"You can enter from the hallway outside. The door will have your name on it. This door is where you will enter my office when I call you. Your office has a full bathroom and walk in closet. Sink, wet bar, microwave, refrigerator and coffee maker. I get in at ten every morning. I expect coffee and the newspaper on my desk when I arrive. Is that clear, Emma?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler"
"Not only will you have the coffee and newspaper ready but you will be ready also. You will be naked, kneeling beside my desk. Hands behind your back! Head Up! Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
I rubbed the back of my hand across her soft cheek.
"You may get dressed and leave now."
I smiled at her as she stood up.
"Oh, put your hair back in a bun."
I could hardly wait until the next morning to see how Emma would do. My was sitting at her desk outside my door.
"I gave Mrs. Sanders your mail. She said you wanted it with your paper."
I thanked her and walked into my office right at ten. I was very pleased to see Emma kneeling beside my desk just as I had told her. I sat down in my char, took a drink of coffee and quickly sat the cup down.
"This coffee is horrible! Where did you learn to make coffee?"
"I'm sorry, Miss. Chandler. I just made it as I always have. I sorry if it is bad."
"Get into your office, Emma."
She got up and quickly darted through the door to her office.
"Pour out the coffee! All of it! How many scoops did you put in?"
"One, Miss. Chandler."
I slapped her across her ass.
"TWO Heaping! Understand?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler. I'm so sorry. I'll make some more right now."
"You did use the bottled water?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler. I did."
Several minutes later Emma walked in with a fresh cup of coffee and sat it on my desk.
"You see that ruler hanging by the bookcase?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
"Bring it to me."
Emma grabbed the ruler and handed it to me.
"Bend over my desk! Arms out in front of you. I'm going to give a spanking, Emma. Do you know why?"
She nodded her head.
"Yes, Miss. Chandler. I made the coffee wrong."
"I'm going to give you ten whacks with the ruler. I want you to count out every one."
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
Emma counter them out one by one. Her ass cheeks were a nice red color.
"The next time, Emma I'll spank your tits. Would you like that?"
"No, Miss. Chandler. Not at all."
"Then mind what you do. If you don't know ask me!"
I handed her a folder from my desk.
"These are bids I have gone over and made changes to. You will type them and give them back to me by this afternoon. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
By 3:30 that afternoon Emma had the bid back on my desk tucked neatly in the folder. I was very impressed with her work. She quietly knelt beside my desk, legs spread hands behind her back, staring upward as I reviewed the papers.
"Very good, Emma. I'm pleased. Your work is what I expect. Perfection!"
"Thank you, Miss. Chandler."
The morning went by fast. I called Emma into my office. She walked through the door naked as could be but with perfect posture.
"Bring me the ruler, Emma."
She swallowed as she handed it to me.
"Bend over my desk. Count off the ten."
When I finished, she turned her head to me.
"What did I do Miss. Chandler?"
"Nothing. I just like spanking your butt. I do it because I can. Is that a problem, Emma?"
"No, Miss. Chandler. Not at all."
"Fine. Now, here are some more bids I need typed with my corrections. But first, come here. I have something for you to wear."
I reached in my desk drawer and pulled out two jeweled nipple clamps. I clamped one on each of her nipples.
"Be that a reminder of who you work for."
A week had passed since I made Emma my company lesbian. I loved mature women and Emma was a beautiful one. She quickly picked up on my likes. She wore the nipple clamps everyday because I enjoyed seeing them on her. She also wore her hair down because she knew I liked to look at her long hair. I loved the way she looked when she was all prim and proper. It made her look so sexy. I knew it would be time for more training.
Friday afternoon I called Emma into my office. She quickly knelt beside my desk.
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
I held up some papers.
"Do you know what these are?"
Emma shook her head.
"They are the replies from the bids you typed. Four of them. The first two have excepted. The other two want to have a meeting with me before they agree."
I believe that was the first time I saw Emma ever smile. It was not big or exciting, but a very proper smile for the occasion. I leaned over and held her head in my hands. I kissed her passionately on the lips, something I had wanted to do for a long time. I let her fee my tongue exploring her mouth. I felt her tremble as my tongue slid in and out of her mouth. It was enough to get me aroused.
"I promised you compensation for your commitment. I think you'll find a pleasant surprise in your next pay check."
"I have a meeting with a Miss, Varago. She runs a very smart company. She is also a dominatrix to both men and women. She likes to mix business with pleasure. I am going to be her business, you are going to be her pleasure. You understand, Emma?"
Emma looked at in silence for a few seconds then nodded her head.
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
Miss. Varago was a stunning 35 year old with the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen. Her dark green eyes were almost magical. I think if you stared at them long enough you would go into a trance.
I gave her a smile.
"How do we look on the bid, Miss. Varago?"
"Not too bad. I like working with aggressive women. You are certainly that."
"I don't think there are any obstacles we can't overcome."
Miss. Varago gave me another smile.
"What arrangements do you have for me?"
I rang for Emma to come into the room. I closely watched the expression of Miss. Varago as Emma entered the room completely naked. Emma stopped at my desk, knelt down and placed her hands behind her back.
"My, my, my. She is very stunning. I do like older women. They seem to have an air of quality about them. She is trained nicely."
I winked at Emma, patted her cheek and glanced of to Miss. Varago.
"Be gentle with her. She is not experienced enough yet. She will obey on command."
Miss. Varago slowly walked over to Emma with a ball and cuffs in her hand.
"I think we'll get along just fine."
I returned about twenty minutes later. Emma was hogtied on the floor, ball gag in her mouth and head held back by her hair. Her legs were open and a vibrator was wedged in her pussy. I could still hear it whirring away and Emma groaning helplessly.
"I'm very pleased with your assistant. She is definitely a keeper. I hope to have her alone again some time."
Miss. Varago untied Emma, put her toys away into her briefcase and extended her hand to me.
"I'll have the contracts on your desk tomorrow, Miss. Chandler. Pleasure doing business with your company."
Emma looked a mess sitting there on the floor. Her hair a mess, her body sticky with sweat mixed with other juices.
"Go to your office and take a shower. Then come back here. We have some more contracts to go over.
"Yes, Miss Chandler."
I had lost track of time. Four o'clock came very quickly.
"I forgot to tell, Emma. Monday we have to go to New York on business. The company limo will pick you up a 6:00 A.M. And take you to the airport."
Emma stared at me in silence.
"Monday? New York? What should I bring?"
"One business suit. That's all you'll need. I'll see you on the plane Monday."
Emma and I checked into the hotel around 2 P.M. Emma unpacked our suitcases, putting things away in the closet and bathroom.
"Miss. Chandler?"
"What is it, Emma?"
"There is only one bed in the room. I mean will we both...."
"Yes, Emma. You'll sleep naked in the bed with me. Any other questions?"
"No, Miss. Chandler."
"We have a cocktail party to attend tonight in the hotel. Starts at 8:00."
"All I brought along was a business suit. Shall I wear the tonight?"
"That's my fault. I forgot to mention that to you. We have plenty of time. Get dressed. We'll go find you something to wear for tonight."
I walked into the store with Emma behind me. I stopped by a rack of very elegant dresses.
"Please, Miss. Chandler. Don't make me wear anything that is inappropriate for my age. Please."
I rolled my eyes.
"Oh heaven forbid! I forgot how proper you are. Please, pick something very dignified and appropriate. I'll just find something in the slutty department."
We finished shopping and returned to our room. The dresses were delivered a few hours later. I was taken back by how Emma looked. Her dress was a beautiful Taffeta cocktail dress. One shoulder strap, sleeveless, knee length and pleated at the waist. She also bought a stunning pair of silver high heels and a small silver clutch bag that went perfect with the dress. I admired her style she was so majestic.
"You do look elegant, Emma."
"Thank you, Miss. Chandler. Thanks you for buying the dress. It's impossible to find anything below the knee anymore."
Finally I came out to model my dress.
"Well how does it look?"
Emma stood there in her perfect posture looking at me.
"Very stunning, Miss. Chandler. Very appropriate for a young professional woman such as yourself."
I glanced over at Emma.
"Are you wearing bra and panties under that dress?"
"Why, yes, I am."
"Take them off!"
Emma was still in her straight posture stance.
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
She slipped the dress back on over her naked body and I smiled as I watched her adjust her breasts in the proper places.
"I have some instruction for you, Emma. At cocktail parties I have a tendency to have too many cocktails. If you know what I mean."
"Yes, Miss. Chandler. I do."
"Well don't let me do anything stupid. Like dance naked on the tables or anything outrageous like that. Promise me?"
"Yes, Miss. Chandler. I will make sure you remain a proper lady."
"Excellent! Now lets go to the party!"
I had Emma bring me a few drinks. she stayed close to me. I think most people thought she was my mother. By the third drink I was feeling very good. Emma and I went out on the balcony that overlooked the city. Emma rolled her shoulders.
"It's a bit cool out here this time of night."
I smiled at her.
"Makes your nipples hard?"
She gave a quick non.
I laughed.
"Let me see."
"Please, Miss. Chandler. Not out here. Someone could see us."
"Nobody cares about us. Show me one of your hard nipples."
I knew it had to be very embarrassing for Emma and that made it all the more exciting for me. She quickly slid the strap off her shoulder and exposed her breast to me. She was right her nipple looked like a steel bolt. She quickly pulled the strap back over her shoulder.
"Let's go back inside, Miss. Chandler."
There was an older gentleman that approached us from across the room. I knew who he was but Emma didn't.
"Well, Carmen Chandler. I haven't seen you in quite some time."
"Hello William. Nice to see you again."
"Who is the most charming woman?"
"Emma Sanders. My personal assistant and chief accountant."
William extended his hand.
"Pleased to meet you. What's it like working for the young Carmen Chandler?"
Emma smiled politely.
"A very enlightening experience, sir."
William laughed.
"I hope its better than her father, He can be a real bastard at times."
I laughed with him because he was right about father.
"Emma. Get me another cocktail from the bar."
After mingling about for another half hour and another cocktail, I managed to get back to my room with the help of Emma, of course. The alcohol was clouding my brain. I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. I felt Emma taking off my shoes, my watch, bracelet and ear rings. She also removed my dress. There was nothing else because I was naked.
She pulled back the cover, shoving my legs in then turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to me. I found myself mumbling.
"I'm glad you're here Emma."
"Yes, so am I Miss. Chandler."
Then I felt her soft warm touch as her hand brushed over my naked hips and across my stomach. Her warm hand slid under my breast and her fingers flicked my nipple.
It felt so great I just laid there, pretending to doze off as she explored me. She gently tugged my shoulder, rolling me on my back. I felt her hot breath as her lips encased my nipple. The other nipple was being gently twisted between her fingers. I groaned out loud, twisting my hips and opening my legs. Her head went under the covers and I felt her tongue in my pussy. Her hard wet tongue stabbing at my clit with a such a pressure. I screamed out, suddenly everything in my body went crazy. Almost as if I had just been electrocuted.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was eight. We had a meeting at nine thirty. I quickly jumped out of be and ran into the bathroom. I never even looked to see if Emma was still in bed or not. I flung open the door and looked at the bed. It was empty. Emma was gone. The next time I opened the bathroom door there was Emma. She had the newspaper and coffee sitting on the table. She was kneeling naked beside the table with her hands behind her back.
I laughed.
"Emma! How long have you been up?"
"About an hour, Miss, Chandler. I don't know quite how to apologize for last night."
I rolled my eyes back in my head.
"Ahhhhhh, last night!"
"I am so sorry, Miss. Chandler. I had no right to take advantage of you in the state you were. If you wish to spank my ass, I'll try to find something."
I shot her glance of disgust just for my enjoyment.
"I haven't decided what your punishment will be. I think it will be a lot more that just paddling you little ass."
She had that very solemn look as she stared back at me. I didn't want her to know she gave me the best orgasm I had in years. I wanted her to think about what I was going to do. That would rest in the back of her mind for the rest of the week. We finished the meeting and were back home by eight o'clock that night.
The next day everything was just routine.
"Emma."
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
"When is your turn to have your daughter again?"
"The first of next month."
I stroked her black hair with my fingers.
"You'll have to bring her in. I'd like to meet her."
"I'm not sure she would like that. She always tells me corporate America is so boring. She could never be a part of it."
I laughed out loud.
"That's funny. I can just hear a teenager saying that. But you can extend the invitation just the same. I would like to meet her."
"Yes, Miss. Chandler."
Emma started to stand up and leave but suddenly stopped.
"Miss. Chandler?"
"Yes, Emma."
"Have you decided my punishment?"
"Yes I have as matter fact. Remember Miss. Varago?"
"Yes, I do."
"She has requested you to be her guest for an evening. This Friday evening to be exact. Our company limo will drop you off and pick you up. Is there anything else, Emma?"
"No, Miss. Chandler."
Ending chapter one......