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My first day at my new job was coming to an end when my boss called me into his luxurious office to have a word with me. I didn?t know what it was about, but I felt confident that I had gotten off to a good start with all my responsibilities.?Hey, I just wanted a quick word with you,? he said, looking up at me with his handsome smile from his chair.?Sure,? I said, sitting down in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.He slightly raised his right hand off the desk and said, ?Carol, I know you are new here and you did a great job for your first day, but I need a couple of things from you.??Sure, Mr. Boyd,? I said, nervously fidgeting my hands on my lap where he couldn?t see them.?First off, don?t ever sit down or stand up unless I tell you to,? he said, wiping his smile from his face.?I apologize, Mr. Boyd,? I said, feeling my face redden with embarrassment.?And second, don?t come in with such an outfit tomorrow,? he added.?Ok, um, how should I come?? I asked nervously. ?I mean, how should I dress, sir???Dress like the secretary of Mr. Boyd,? he said, referring to himself in the third person.Feeling objectified and somewhat ashamed, I said, ?Ok, I understand.?Bringing out his smile again, he said, ?Good, you may now stand up and leave.?I managed to hold back my tears but only until I got to my car in the parking lot. It was my dream job to work for Mr. Boyd, but I would have never expected for him to be one of those types of bosses. He seemed so different from the outside, but I knew I had to meet his every demand or else I would be looking from the outside again.?It?s no big deal,? I thought, wiping my tears. ?Just follow his orders and keep the fucking job.?Before going home to my husband, I stopped at a high-end store to upgrade my wardrobe to something fitting of the executive secretary of Mr. Boyd. I purchased several pencil skirts, long-sleeve and short-sleeve tops, blazer jackets, and two pairs of thigh-high stockings.When I got home, my hubby saw me enter with the shopping bags and asked, ?Hey, did you go to work or just shopping???Uh, both,? I answered, feeling upset by his stupid question. ?Just had to get new clothes.??Alrighty then,? he said then returned his eyes to the Monday Kadıköy Escort night football game. ?Hope it wasn?t too expensive.?I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I thought, ?It?s good to have my own money. My own fucking money.?The following morning, I dressed in a white long-sleeve top and a black pencil skirt with lace top thigh-high stockings underneath. I felt sexy and that gave me a needed boost of confidence for my second day at the job.?Trying to impress your little boss, huh?? my husband asked from our bed.?I have to dress the part,? I said, looking at him while I put on my heels. ?Some of us have jobs to keep.??Hey, I?ma get the rock band thing going pretty soon,? he said, pulling his shirt down to cover his gut.?You?re not in your twenties anymore,? I reminded him.?Yeah, whatever,? he said, getting out of bed.I arrived at the office earlier than any other employee and was surprised to see Mr. Boyd already working in his office.?Good morning, sir,? I said as I walked by his opened door.?Morning, Carol,? he said, making no attempt to hide the fact he was checking me out from head to toe. ?You look great.?With a bright smile, I said, ?Thank you, sir.??Here is your stack for the day,? he said, pointing to several folders on top of his desk.As I walked towards his desk, he stood up and moved to the side to watch me pick up the folders.?Carol, put them back down,? he ordered.I did as he said and looked at him expectantly.?Pick them up again,? he said, moving back to seemingly get a better view of my firm ass in the tight pencil skirt.I picked up the folders again and returned my eyes to him.?One second,? he said then walked towards the door to close it. ?Put them down one more time.?I placed the folders back on his desk and waited for further instruction from my boss.?Both hands on the desk,? he said as he walked up to me. ?Turn around and place your hands on the desk.?Feeling his eyes on me, I turned around and placed my hands nervously on the edge of his desk.?Great outfit but the panty lines ruin it,? he said before adding, ?Take them off.??Excuse me?? I asked, not believing what I was hearing.?Take them off, Carol,? he said, pausing after each word Kadıköy Escort Bayan to add emphasis.?Okay, sir,? I said.?Take the folders, take off your panties in the restroom and get to work,? he instructed.I took the folders and left his office with a million thoughts racing through my head. I knew there was no other option but to obey his every word if I wanted to be his successful secretary. Deep inside of me, I felt the excitement of such a boss and secretary relationship. It was my greatest fantasy to be a submissive woman but not a single soul knew about it.I went into the restroom and checked my reflection in the mirror to see what Mr. Boyd was talking about. I shook my head at the sight of the panty lines and made a mental note to check every detail of my outfit before I came to work. I removed my panties and threw them in the trash before beginning my second day at the job.During the morning, I was uneasy as I felt that everyone knew I wasn?t wearing panties. I didn?t want to attract anyone?s attention by bending over or by simply walking past them, so I just stayed at my desk until lunchtime.It was then when I calmed down and told myself it was no big deal because nobody actually knew or could even tell that I wasn?t wearing any panties. I looked normal like the other female employees and it was only my boss who knew what had happened. That detail, the thought of having followed Mr. Boyd?s naughty orders, was the one that made my pussy react with arousal.The rest of the day went without incident, but I made sure to stop at a lingerie store in the afternoon to purchase some seamless underwear that wouldn?t show through my tight skirts. Luckily, my husband wasn?t home when I arrived, and I was able to avoid explaining to him why I had gone shopping again.On Wednesday, I dressed similarly to the previous day but this time it was a blue short-sleeve top, a white pencil skirt, and fishnet lace top thigh-high stockings. The best part about the outfit was*the*mesh bikini panty I was wearing*that was completely invisible even under the thin and tight skirt.When I arrived at work in the morning, Mr. Boyd again had me pick up the folders from his Escort Kadıköy desk while he delighted his eyes with the sight of my backside.?Much better, Carol,? he said, getting close to me from behind. ?Show me what you?re wearing.??Sir, um, I don?t understand,? I said nervously.?Sure you do,? he said, lightly tugging my skirt up. ?Pull up your skirt.?I slowly began pulling my skirt up but stopped when I realized I couldn?t take things that far.Fighting my desires, I said, ?No, I can?t.?Immediately, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my face down towards the desk to bend me over. He yanked my skirt up and took a second to admire my ass in the mesh panty before giving me a few hard spanks.?Ohhmmgg!? I moaned in reaction to his hand making contact with me.?Lovely, Carol,? he said before letting me go.I quickly pulled my skirt down and turned to look at him with my reddened face.?I don?t play around,? he said, gently moving my auburn hair out of my face. ?My secretary is my number one priority.?Feeling entirely under his control, I said, ?Yes, sir. Thank you.??Do not disobey me,? he said with emphasis. ?It?s already your second strike.?I looked at him and simply nodded my head.?Dinner at nine tonight,? he said, returning to his chair.?Ok, I?ll make the reservations,? I said. ?For Mrs. Benson, right??He smiled and replied, ?You and I, Carol.??Oh, ok,? I said with a surprised look.?It?s already reserved at Noriega?s,? he added.I went about the day?s work, but my focus was disrupted at times by the thought of Mr. Boyd?s behavior. The fact he had pulled up my skirt to check my underwear and then spanked me made my pussy rage with lust. I would have pleasured myself in the restroom if it wasn?t for the thought of going with him to dinner not leaving my head. It was surprising and exciting that he had planned a dinner date with me seemingly out of nowhere.That afternoon, I left work and made a shopping trip for the third day in a row. I had to impress my boss at work, but I perfectly understood that I had to go beyond that outside of work. I spent nearly an hour picking out a dress but, in the end, I was sure I had made the right choice. The sleeveless dress I picked featured a plunging neckline, strappy open back, and a bodycon mini skirt.I quickly headed home to get ready for my dinner date, but I was met by my husband in the living room. He was wearing his rock band outfit and looked about ready to go on stage to perform.?What?s going on?? I asked, placing the shopping bag on the couch.