3 comments/ 18513 views/ 1 favorites The Boss and His PA Ch. 02 By: davidbarclay68 The Boss and the PA – a story of a developing relationship. Part 2. Two days later I arrived at the office to find Anne already at her desk. She immediately set off for the kitchen for my morning coffee and I was pleasantly surprised - she was wearing a dark blue pin stripe business suit that I had seen her wear before, but the skirt seemed much shorter than I remembered, her shoes were also dark blue high heels and she was wearing black gossamer thin stockings. As she returned to my office with the coffee She stood (presumably) awaiting my instructions. I decided to ignore this, accepted the coffee with thanks and stuck my head into my papers. Let the tension be increased! Just before lunch I called her number and the following conversation took place - "Anne, I noticed that you look like you have followed the dress code, will you describe to me in detail everything you are wearing." "David, I am at my desk!" she whispered, "anyone passing my desk will hear." "Talk quickly and quietly then. Oh and by the way, you have just earned your first punishment for dissent and lack of obedience" I heard a short intake of breath at that. "I was very aware of your rules and so I examined my wardrobe contents carefully last night so that I would choose clothes that met your criteria and that would please you. I am wearing a black Wonderbra that is front fastening and is very delicate lace. I am wearing black matching thong panties that are pulled up tight into my pussy. My suspenders are also matching and they have been tightened so that I am constantly aware of their presence." It was difficult to believe that only three days before we had never exchanged such words. "My suspenders are holding up real stockings - you know the type that do not stretch and that wrinkle at the knees and ankles just like you told me you like at lunch earlier this week. On top I am wearing a white blouse that is semi sheer, and my pin stripe suit. The jacket has been buttoned all morning, and the skirt has been taken up so that it meets with your requirements." (that explains why it looked shorter than I remembered) "And finally I am wearing my Jimmy Choo shoes. My husband looked rather puzzled this morning as I left and I felt rather nervous and embarrassed but I have followed your rule." "Good. Now did you do the shopping as ordered yesterday?" "Yes" "We can discuss the results of your shopping expedition later, but first it is lunch time. I will be leaving now for the Hen and Chicken and you will follow me in five minutes and this is what will happen. Before you leave the office you will remove your bra and panties and you will unbutton the top 4 buttons of your blouse. When you arrive in the pub you will order a drink, you will not recognise me, and you will find a seat at the bar facing me. You will wait 2 minutes then you will remove your jacket and after a further 2 minutes you will cross and uncross your legs in such a way that your stocking tops become visible. After a further 2 minutes you will make sure that you legs open enough for me to see that you followed your orders in respect of your panties. You will make sure that the barman has a good view down your blouse so that he can confirm that you have followed orders with regard to your bra and regardless of who is in the pub you will not disobey your orders. Finally, when I give you a signal you will slide of your seat making sure that any men in the pub are very aware that your tits are not encased in a bra, that you are wearing stockings and suspenders and then you will leave the pub and return to my office where you will wait for me." I had made this up on the spur of the moment with no expectation that she would agree, but without waiting for a reply, I hung up, put on my jacket and left the office. I ordered a pint, some lunch and sat at a table in the corner. My heart was pounding; my cock was stirring just imagining that she might do something along the lines I had suggested. A few minutes later and much to my amazement Anne entered the pub, walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. As the drink was served she looked around as though looking for a seat, spotted me and then chose a seat at the bar directly in my line of vision. This was beyond my expectations since I had not thought that Anne would so readily follow my directions. Of course at this point I was uncertain as to how much of my fantasy was about to become reality. I was in a state of nervous expectancy, heartbeat rising, cock stirring and mentally urging her on, whilst also wondering what I had started and whether if she obeyed there would be any trouble. I also had no idea whether she had complied with any of my directions regarding her attire! I saw her looking at her watch and then watched mesmerised as she removed her jacket - just like I had ordered! I guess anyone watching my face would have seen my expression change as I could see for the first time that at least she had carried out some of my directions regarding her dress. Her blouse was indeed semi transparent, certainly enough to ascertain that she was not wearing a bra, and enough to give a tantalising hint of darkness at the tips of her breasts with Anne's nipples just poking at the thin material. Unbelievably, she seemed to have complied with the button directions as well - I had just said 4 buttons without thinking - but it now looked like four buttons pretty much left her blouse open all the way down to her waist. My cock was by now pressed hard against by trousers and I was feeling very uncomfortable as I tried to ease the tension in my groin. Another look at her watch and she seemed to be trying to settle herself more comfortably on the stool by moving her bottom around, crossing and uncrossing her legs. By the time she had finished this manoeuvre it was clear to me that her tight pin stripe skirt had risen up her thighs and her stocking tops were visible. It was also clear that the few people in the pub had become aware of her presence and that she was attracting some attention. How far would she go? Another glance at her watch, then she uncrossed her legs and directly facing me opened her legs slowly so that I had my first uninterrupted sight of her pussy. She had removed her panties and was now sitting in a public bar; legs open allowing me to see something that only a few days before I would never have believed possible! Next she swivelled from the waist towards the bar whilst keeping her legs facing directly towards me and spoke to the barman. Although I couldn't see what he could it was obvious that he must have been looking directly at her tits from a distance of about 12 inches. I can only imagine that her breasts must have been fully visible with the combination of sheer blouse and so many buttons undone. This was beyond my wildest expectations since I had never really believed that our conversation over Christmas lunch would lead to anything other than a bit of mild flirtation in the office. She finished her conversation with the barman then turned back towards me, smiled nervously obviously awaiting my signal that she could leave. Having nodded to give my consent, she slipped off the bar stool allowing her skirt to catch at the back as she dropped to the floor. That action left her skirt rucked up at the back so that her stocking tops, suspenders, and a hint of milky white buttock were clearly visible. She turned round lifting her jacket from the chair back and proceeded to put it on. Finally she straightened her skirt as though she had only just noticed its situation, and then proceeded to leave the pub. I was shell-shocked. I could hardly believe that Anne, my efficient PA had acted in such a submissive and exhibitionist manner after only the mildest suggestion from me. I also began to understand that our restaurant conversation had led Anne very quickly to a realisation that there was some part of her character that (presumably) enjoyed being submissive, dressing sexy, and being an exhibitionist. I also concluded that this opened a number of possibilities for me, and that it might allow my largely latent voyeuristic tendencies to be utilised. I was also aware that my dominant character that had been clear in a business context might also now be useable in a sexual sense. The Boss and His PA Ch. 03 I left for my office after about ten minutes to recover my composure. That gave me some time to think, consider my confused thoughts, and formulate some plan for the way forward. I realised that I had a very efficient, charming, beautiful, and now very sexy PA, but that some care would have to be exercised in the office to keep this development between us. I understood that Anne's easy willingness to comply meant that she must have a strong latent tendency for obedience, and exhibitionism. I also began to realise how much I had enjoyed her performance in the pub, that I would certainly want to proceed with further experiments, and that I had also enjoyed inventing orders for her to follow. As I returned to my office I noticed that the door was closed and upon entering found Anne sitting at my conference table with papers spread around presumably to provide a semblance of being at work should anyone enter. As I closed the door behind me, she looked up, turned to face me and very deliberately took hold of her skirt pulled it up her thighs and opened her legs allowing a clear unobstructed view of her stockings, suspenders, bare flesh and a pussy that seemed to be glistening with moisture. "God, I had no idea that I would ever have the nerve to carry out your instructions like I did." she exclaimed "You have no idea how randy I am feeling, and how turned on it has made me dressing like this, exposing myself to you, the barman and anybody else in the pub. I was extremely nervous and worried about the reaction and I was not sure that I would have the nerve to go through with it, but I am so wet, and just sitting here in your office - exposed like this is bringing me close to cumming without even touching myself. It must be the combination of nerves, excitement that I have exposed my tits to a complete stranger, that I am now sitting here in your office with my cunt on show, anybody could walk in and see what you are seeing." All of this came out in a great rush, and I must admit I was hugely turned on. Her use of words like "tits" and "cunt" just seemed so erotic and I must admit that my bulging cock had returned to its full extension under my trousers. Anne continued, "You have obviously found a part of me that I was never really aware of until we talked on Monday over lunch. When you made me describe my clothes this morning on the phone from my desk I was so worried that someone would hear but also was desperate for someone to overhear as well, your instructions about what to do over lunch really made me wet, the rules I signed two days ago have never left my mind, the shopping trip was so exciting, and I think that I have just discovered a part of me that I want to know more about." At this she stopped and looking slightly embarrassed blushed red and then almost absentmindedly her hand moved between her legs. As I stood still with my back against the door, I watched, mesmerised, as her legs were spread as wide as possible, her skirt now covering nothing at all and she began to use her long manicured finger nail to scratch and fondle her pussy. Her head rolled back, and her eyes shut, her fingers beginning to find her pleasure zone. Quiet moans, and shallow breaths escaped her as she forced her legs ever wider and began to masturbate right here in my office. One hand held her pussy lips open as the other managed to insert one finger into her wet cunt and her thumb began to seek her clitoris. As soon as she found the right spot she began vigorously to rub and prod simultaneously, her moans became very disjointed, her hips began to jerk spasmodically, her pelvis thrusting against her hands and almost immediately her whole body seemed to fall into a spasm. She jerked uncontrollably her limbs seemed to loose any connection to her brain, her mouth made an incoherent jumble of moans, mini shrieks, mumbled semi-words, and other unidentifiable sounds. Gradually the noises, spasms, and hand movements slowed to a halt and Anne slumped back in the chair, eyes closed still with her legs spread wide, gaping pussy lewdly displayed, her pert tits falling out of her blouse, nipples erect and breathing returning to normal. Clearly she had just brought herself to some sort of major orgasm right here in my office, 2.00 o'clock in the afternoon, and only three days after that momentous conversation over lunch! I had to go and sit down, otherwise I feared I might fall down my legs were so wobbly. Gradually Anne came round, opened her eyes, seemed to take stock of where she was, what she had done, how she was dressed, and how she was sitting. Looking me in the eye she said, "May I tidy myself up now, someone may come into the office?" I nodded my assent, surprised at her seeking my agreement, and she then stood up, pulled her skirt into some semblance of order, buttoned her blouse to more normal levels, and then buttoned up her jacket. By the time she sat down again, anyone entering the office would not know that anything so erotic had happened only a few minutes before, that is unless they were able to detect the faint musky smell of Anne's juices, her slightly flushed and marginally dishevelled hair, and my somewhat stunned demeanour. What now? Was the thought running through my head. My cock was beginning to subside, and the terribly uncomfortable pressure was lessening, we were sitting facing each other, neither quite sure how to proceed, what to say or do next. I guess no more than 5 minutes passed in this manner when Anne continued, "David, that's the first time I have ever masturbated in front of anyone and it is the most powerful orgasm I have had. Today is also the first time I have ever followed instructions like that, and certainly the first time I have ever dressed like this, gone out in public without underwear, allowed complete strangers to see my tits, exposed my cunt, show off my stockings and I'm not sure what is happening to me. I hope that you are OK with what has happened, that I can continue to be your PA, and that if you want to stop this sort of thing then we can return to our previous relationship" "Anne, this has been a most amazing day for both of us, I do believe that we have learned something about each other and ourselves today, and if you are happy with events then I very much would like to continue with our professional relationship, and with our new found personal relationship. You are extremely attractive, and obviously very sexy, you've exhibited tendencies today that seem to complement mine and with our agreement I would like to explore more of our desires. If you agree, then in future I will not ask your permission, I will tell you what I want you to do, wear, behave like, when and wherever the fancy takes me. You will obey immediately and without complaint, you will accept punishment if I decide that is appropriate in whatever manner I decide, and you hand over you body, and mind to me for anything I wish to do." I had read these sort of words in erotic literature I had read so thought it sounded like the way forward. Anne replied simply, "David, I agree." So began a further phase in this extraordinary saga that has led to more exploits both in and out of the office, photography sessions, public flashing, and an exploration of Anne's submissive, and my dominant traits. We have explored spanking and punishment regimes, different dress codes, and body adornment. I would say that having released many of our hidden desires that normally remain unfulfilled we have established a very productive and successful business and professional relationship that has resulted in my continuing promotion and Anne's resultant increasing responsibilities and income levels. Our personal relationship seems to know no bounds with no subject taboo, no thought or desire too difficult to discuss, and a refreshing and open honesty that makes us able to work particularly effectively together. Having received Anne's unequivocal agreement I then allowed her to return to the ladies, restore her dress and continued with my work. Around mid afternoon I called her and explained that I wanted her to stay behind after work so she could show me the fruits of shopping trip yesterday. At 6 o‚clock she arrived in my office carrying several bags from various stores around London. A veritable treasure trove was then revealed. Anne had followed my instructions and I was shown two very short skirts one black, straight, made of some type of stretchy material, and another in chiffon, pleated, gossamer thin and very mobile. These were followed by two blouses one in white and one in red, both almost transparent, one with buttons and a deep v-neck, the one in red with a very obvious and I must say alluring zip that ran all the way down the front. The next bag produced a pair of shoes with what I measured to be 6' heels - black court shoes complete with ankle straps. Another bag labelled Agent Provocateur produced underwear of a very revealing and daring nature, again exactly as I had specified along with the 6 pairs of stockings specified. Finally a dress that seemed to be ankle length made of a very lightweight but stretchy material. It seemed to be very straight, white, and met my requirements since it possessed many buttons in black all the way from neck to hem at about 1' intervals. Having approved her purchases the bags were placed in my confidential cupboard whose keys were held only by Anne and me. Usually at some stage between Christmas and New Year I always go into the office to clear out papers and files no longer needed. Usually my PA assists and Anne and I had made such an arrangement for the Tuesday after Christmas. That was when the next part of this story takes place.