Kimiko had immediately taken a liking to her boss. He was good looking in a masculine kind of way, groomed and well dressed. Over time, they had developed an odd relationship. It had started with small instructions from him, which she found strange at first though they were also strangely satisfying to her. Things like picking up a dropped pen, not by squatting and picking it up but rather by bending over.
Gradually, he had become more controlling. She remembered the first time he had her come in, stand in front of his desk for 15 minutes without saying a word to her and then dismiss her. She had had no idea how to handle that and yet she found it impossible to disobey him. To her own amazement, she felt sexual excitement at this treatment.
He seemed to know how he was affecting her with this instructions. He seemed to understand how they made her feel somewhere deep inside where she had bottled up desires never shared with anyone. It was as if he had tapped into her secret fantasies.
The first time when he had ordered her to do something really revealing was on a Friday when both of them were working overtime. He had told her very matter of factly to raise her skirt. After a second or two, she complied. She raised her skirt so her could easily see her underwear. When told to turn around, she complied again. Yes, her face was flushed with shame but both of them knew it was more than just shame at being exposed. It was shame at wanting to expose herself for him. It was shame at the excitement she was feeling. From that day, he knew that she’d comply with other, more embarrassing instructions still.
He had made her undress, he had told her to write words on her body that she had never thought of using to describe herself. He had made her finger herself to orgasm standing on his desk while he was on the phone. He had made her grind herself to orgasm on the corner of his desk. He had made her do so many things but he had never once touched her. Kimiko longed for his touch. A caress, a slap, a pinch, anything. But she could wait. She would perform for him, she would show him what he wanted to see and perhaps one day soon, he would touch her. When he wanted to. Because he was the boss, in all ways.