Learning The Ways To A Man's Heart
I am well aware that many women don't like to read this, or even hear about it. I was surprised myself. I had managed my life through college and the beginning of a promising career with a law firm. I was 28, and my hiring partner was a woman in her mid thirties. She was married to a much older man, who had been her professor. She is the one that talked to me about expressing my submissive side, how to give in, how to be the bitch, to clean up after him, to wash his underpants, to pair his socks. Only then was I going to find what I was looking for. It wasn't in some bar, or being picked up by some broad. What I needed was a real man, with balls and firm hand.
Yes, I laughed. She described her husband, and how submissive she was around him. But that wasn't for me. I was not going to be tied down by a man. And, anyway, when I needed sexual relief, I gravitated to women first, never a man. At that time I was dating Kate, a lawyer, a marathon runner, a woman who could 'fuck'. I didn't want to fall in love, but I knew I was just one small step away. One more time, and I would give in. So I kept myself away, and Kate was getting bossy and demanding my time.
I was pulled into a new client meeting. At that time I was general commercial law, the way you get trained. I would assist, and the account was headed up by a fifty year old partner. Divorced, with two girls. She worked long hours and expected her staff to follow suit. We met the client, around fifty, a well preserved man, the owner and founder of his company. He had been referred, he had a case that needed a firm that could handle a maritime case, the partner's area of expertise.
So let me tell you, he shut down the partner pretty quick. He was in charge, not her. She had to concede to him, which pissed her off. She was fuming under her collar, and he held her in place with his voice and his stare. There was a coffee break. He addressed me, 'honey, can you serve me a water, no ice'. Just that, heavy on the words 'honey' and 'serve'. At least I took it like that. But I did get up and get him a glass of water. That's when he 'patted' me on the ass. Fury is what comes to mind. I turned on him, he took my wrist, 'be a good girl'. and I sat down.
Now I was fuming, we traded stares with my boss. She passed a note to me, 'not our client'. She moved to end the session. He went on the attack. If we didn't have the balls for his account, then he would find someone else, but rest assured our reputation went with it. So, put up, or shut up. Did we have the balls for his account. You don't ask two women if they have the balls. I stood up, looked down at my crotch, 'no, no balls here. But I've got a c**t'. My boss stared at me, he liked it, he patted me on the ass again when he left.
So move forward, I wash his underpants. I pair his socks, I keep his house, I cook. I do all those things for him. I help him relax when he comes home, make sure he has a hot meal, I make sure the bed is clean and fresh, I wash my 'c**t', and let him pat my ass. So my hiring partner was right, Submissive bitch is the way to go. Submissive in bed, submissive in the kitchen, submissive in the house.
But I am not submissive at work.
