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Introduction:

Natalie has met Daniel online, and they plan on starting a life together. Natalie is a secret Submissive, Daniel a Dominant. Today they will meet for the first time in person.

Today is the day.

Today, I meet Daniel. The man - sorry - the Man that I've been speaking to for the past 3 long months, revealing my innermost desires to. I've spent the past hour getting my hair and makeup perfect, because there won't be any time after work to get ready before we meet. Just one short 5 hour shift, and it will finally happen!

As I arrive at work, my heart begins to flutter. If all goes well with Daniel, I will be able to quit this shit job. I smile as I think about how great it will feel to be able to tell Mr. Franks where to shove his time sheets. The man is a horrible manager, and a bit mysoginistic if I'm being honest. He's an asshole and I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him I'm done with this shitty restaurant. I walk in the front door with a smile, and lock eyes with the asshole. He's glowering, as usual. I step into the back and clock in, throw on an apron and go out to my first table.

As I approach the table of one, I freeze. A handsome man in his 30s puts down the menu and gazes up at me, his dark brown eyes deeper than any pool of water I've ever seen. He regards me with a slight smile, but his eyes are dispassionate, almost cold.

"Natalie," he says. It's a statement. My stomach does flips as I realize that he's here. Daniel is here, at the restaurant. I begin to panic immediately, trying to wrap my head around it. He must realize this because his smile grows as he holds out a hand placatingly. "Don't be concerned, everything's okay. I wanted to get started early. Is that alright with you?" My stomach bottoms out, but I nod. I don't have a choice. "Good girl," he looks over at Mr. Franks and nods his head, "Is that him?" I nod again, and try to smile. I should be happy - why am I so nervous? "Go get him."

Woodenly, I obey, walking over to Mr. Franks and letting him know that a customer wants to speak with him. When Mr. Franks arrives at the table, he asks Daniel if I've been giving him trouble.

"No, not at all," Daniel says, "I was hoping that you might have a few minutes so that we could speak in private."

Mr. Franks' expression turns a bit more sour than normal, but he agrees, and before I realize what is happening, all 3 of us are going into Mr. Franks' basement office. I stand inside the door as Mr. Franks shuts it and turns around.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asks Daniel. I swallow, unsure of what to think.

"Mr. Franks, today will be Natalie's last day working here." Daniel says abruptly.

"What the fuck? Why? Nat? Who is this guy?" Mr. Franks says, looking at me with angry eyes. I open my mouth to answer, but Daniel cuts me off with a look.

"I am Natalie's new Owner, Mr. Franks. She will be coming with me."

For a moment, Mr. Franks glares at him, then looks at me as if expecting an explanation. I keep my mouth shut obediently, my hands clasped in front of me and my legs beginning to shake slightly. This is the first time I am confronted with the reality of the situation with Daniel in front of anyone else, and my mind is reeling.

"New owner? What the fuck does that ..." Mr. Franks begins to ask, then looks at Daniel and notices something in his hands that I can't see. He stops, his expression changing to something.. different. Confusion, but then then his eyes soften. He glances at me but his eyes are mostly trained on whatever Daniel has in his hands.

"Natalie would like to thank you for all of the years of good management that you've provided for her before she goes. You have been an unending source of inspiration for her. Would that be alright with you, Mr. Franks?"

Mr. Franks suddenly swallows, his chubby cheeks turning pink. He looks at me again, this time with a look that reminds me of a predator about to strike prey, and suddenly I realize what is going to happen. My heart pounds. No. Not this man. No, please no.

"Yeah," Mr. Franks says, "I think that's just fine." I glance down and notice that his khakis are bulging, and the bulge is growing. My breath stops. I look at Daniel, who is staring at me with no nonsense eyes.

"Natalie. Take your tits out," he commands. I hear a click as Daniel turns the lock on the doorknob, assuring no one walks in suddenly. I lick my lips, everything in my being telling me to stop - to run - but instead, I obey. I take off my apron, unbutton my white button down shirt, revealing a sexy grey lace bra, then undo the bra from the back. Mr. Franks' eyes are dark now, and hungry. He stares at my chest as I take off my bra, my tits falling heavily and my nipples erect and proud as they touch the cold air of the office.

"Fuuuck..." Mr. Franks whistles through his teeth.

"Kneel. And thank Mr. Franks, Natalie" Daniel's command cannot be misinterpreted. I descend to my knees in front of Mr. Franks and look up at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Franks, for the years of service you have given me. Will you please let me choke on your cock to show you some of my appreciation?"

Mr. Franks' pants were nearly exploding by now, and I could see the outline of his cock twitching against his fly. "Fuck yes," he said, reaching down and caressing my tits. His calloused, chubby hands were not gentle as he squeezed my nipples, and I gasped as I began to reach for his zipper. I licked my lips again as I pulled down his fly, his cock already pushing out of his pants. As I unbuttoned them and drew them down, his cock pushed into my cheek. He smelled musty and sweaty, like he hadn't taken a shower today. Wondering how I got myself into this, I opened my mouth and took the tip into it, sucking gently and looking up at Mr. Franks. He moaned immediately, squeezing my tits even harder as I started to give him head. I licked and sucked, working moisture around his cock as I pressed down, licking the bottom of his shaft as I went. His cockhead reached the back of my throat quicker than I thought it would, and as I began to back up to get some air, he grunted and grabbed the back of my head, pushing me further down and forcing his cockhead past my throat opening. I gagged, sputtered, and moaned, which in turn made him groan as he began thrusting his cock in and out of my throat. My eyes went wide as he began aggressively skullfucking me, not giving me a chance to breathe or recover. In the flurry, I remembered one of Daniel's rules and I put my hands behind my back in deference while my throat and mouth were ravaged, trying to stay upright under the torrent of this man's hips and cock.

My eyes glazed over, blinking away tears as I tried to keep my throat open for Mr. Franks' cock, and I could feel it pushing in and out of my throat, stretching the opening and battering me. I continued to sputter and choke on his cock over and over, my throat inadvertently making silly noises while my vision blurred. Suddenly, I became aware that my own pussy was beginning to twitch, and my cheeks flushed as I shamefully realized that I was getting wet from this assault. Suddenly, Mr Franks moaned and shoved his cock to the hilt in my throat, and my lips were mashed up against his groin, kissing his sweaty pubes as his cock twitched in my throat, spurting cum down into my stomach. Mr Franks held into my head with a death grip as he unloaded into my face. I suddenly felt a cold pressure around my neck, and a clipping noise behind me, and I realized that Daniel was fastening a collar on me. This is what must have been in his hand that I couldn't see - the clear symbol of his ownership of me. My pussy shuddered, and my panties started to dampen. Mr. Franks' cock twitched a few times in my throat. He moaned and grunted, and slowly pulled his cock out of my face. I gasped for air, tasting the salty and bitter spunk mixed with Mr. Franks' unclean sweat, feeling the cold metal against my throat. Tears poured down my cheeks as I pulled air into my lungs.

"Do you want any of her other holes before she leaves, Mr. Franks? You deserve every one of them, if that's what you wish to have." Daniel said. My mind reeled. What was he doing? He was giving me away to a stranger so quickly.. is this what he really wanted me for? I glanced up at Daniel, noticing his slight smile as he regarded Mr. Franks. He really was enjoying this.

"Fuck..." Mr. Franks said, and for a moment I had a glimmer of hope. Maybe he was spent, or too tired. "Yeah I could go again". Fuck.

"By all means, make sure she thanks you properly Mr. Franks. Please be as stern with her as you wish to be."

I continued to catch my breath on the floor beneath them, but felt someone pulling on the back of my collar and quickly gagged for air again. Mr. Franks pulled me up by the neck, pushing me onto his desk. My ass, still in their dress pants and thong, pointed towards him, and my head lay sideways on his desk. I could breathe again, at least. I felt his thick fingers pulling at my pants, moving them across my hips and down, and he whistled between his teeth when my plump ass was revealed. He pulled down my thong, then took two fingers and shoved them roughly into my pussy, eliciting a surprised yelp from me. He laughed. "Fuck, you're so wet. You've wanted this a long time, huh?" My cheeks burned. Nothing could be further from the truth. And yet.. he was right. My pussy was dripping. I felt something prod the opening of my cunt, and clenched in response to it. He laughed again and shoved his cock in about halfway. My pussy clenched again, without me trying. He moaned and pushed all the way in, his cockhead nearly bottoming out in me. I groaned and gasped, feeling him so deep inside of me caught me totally off guard even if he had just been just as far down my throat.

Then just as suddenly, he had removed his cock, and I was confused for a moment until I felt him prying my ass cheeks apart. Oh god. No! He groaned and I could feel his cockhead push against my ass hole. "OH!" I managed, and I could feel that giving him confidence as he began to push in, his cockhead spreading apart my ass as he pushed. It hurt as he continued, and the noises coming from me now were panicked, and pained. He moaned as he pushed further, my ass squirming in discomfort as his cock was halfway in now. I gasped for air and whined, and he put two hands on my ass and squeezed as he pushed the rest of his cock deep inside. I felt as though my insides were tearing apart as he bottomed out in my ass and I barely contained a scream. He began fucking me relentlessly, now pushing my head into the desk as he ravaged my ass. I was certain he had to be tearing something from the way my asshole felt, like he was opening me up further than I was ever meant to be. Over and over, he fucked my ass, for longer than I thought he could have lasted. Tears were streaming down my cheeks before he was done, and my brain was crying out and begging me to ask him to stop. Then suddenly, as I could feel him reach his fever pitch, he pulled his cock out of my ass and slammed it back into my pussy, pushing it all the way to my cervix before he shuddered and dropped another load into me, this time splashing on the inside of my cunt. Somehow, it felt like he had more cum this time than he did for my throat. I shuddered, gasping and crying as he twitched inside of me. When he slid out, I could feel some of his spunk flow out of my pussy. He groaned and laughed, slapped my ass, and said "I've been wanting that for a long time, whore."

I shuddered and stared at the wall where Mr. Franks kept the timesheets, my vision blurry as I heaved and gasped for air, my ass still burning. I was pissed to realize that his jizz felt quite good leaking out of my pussy, running down my leg. Before I could recover any more, I felt Daniel pulling at my leash, firmly but gently. Obediently, I pushed myself off of the desk and sunk down onto my knees again. Mr. Franks was standing in front of me, his cock dripping from cum, twitching slightly. He looked very, very pleased with himself, and he regarded me with distain and a complete lack of respect that he had never had for me before. I felt myself blushing in embarrassment.

"Clean off my cock, you whore." he demanded, stepping closer to my face. I grimaced, and was immediately met with a hand slapping my cheek, hard. "NOW."

I opened my mouth immediately, and accepted his cock, licking and sucking his cooling jizz from his member. I made sure to be thorough to avoid getting another slap, and pulled his balls into my mouth, doing my best to avoid gagging as I sucked them clean and let them go with a pop from my lips. I thought this had to be it, and looked over at Daniel who was regarding me with half lidded eyes, approvingly. He glanced up at Mr. Frinks and looked back at me expectantly. I realized then that Mr. Frinks had turned around with his backside to me, and began to bend over.

I didn't think it could get worse. Then Mr. Frinks said "Thank me here, too, you slut," as he reached behind him and pulled apart his ass cheeks, revealing his hairy asshole. My stomach did flips as I realized that Daniel was going to fully expect me to do this too. I tried to put my mind in a calming place as I got closer to Mr. Franks' sweaty cheeks, my brain attempting to shut my mind in its own white room while I opened my mouth and began to lick and suck on his asshole. Somewhere inside, I knew what I was doing and I was disgusted by it, but I couldn't stop if I wanted to be with Daniel. I knew this was a test, and I couldn't fail him. I kissed Mr. Franks' asshole and pushed my face into his crack, faking a moan as I did my best to please him. Mr. Franks groaned and laughed, loving this display of submission from me.

"Alright, that's good enough, whore," he said as he moved away from my mouth. I held on as best as I could but still gagged slightly as he moved away. Thankfully, he didn't see it.

"Good girl." Daniel said as he looked at me. "Mr. Franks, we will be leaving now. But I would like to assure you that if ever you have the need for her again, she will be back to service you. You provided her with so many valuable life lessons that I thinks she will be indebted to you for a very long time. Please, give me a call if you'd like to borrow her for an afternoon or an evening." Daniel handed Mr. Franks a card as I watched on in horror, trying to hide my panic. My eyes, still welled with tears from pain, blinked out tears of genuine terror. I couldn't believe that what I thought was just a parting gift was now turning into some sort of light servitude. Every bone in my body wanted to get up and run, but so many of my plans for my life were hinging on my love for Daniel. I just I couldn't. So instead, I bowed my head. I hoped they took it as an act of submission but in reality, I just didn't want them to see me crying.

"That's ah... very generous of you, Mister.." Mr. Franks paused as he looked at the card, "Mister Klein."

"Please, call me Daniel. And you are very welcome Mr. Franks. Feel free to call on her at any hour." Daniel tugged on my chain lightly, and I stood, pulling my clothes back on and attempting to cover myself. I looked around for paper towels, something - anything to clean myself up with. I felt like a mess and I'm certain I looked like a mess as well. I began rubbing the cum and tears from my cheeks.

"NO." Daniel said firmly. I immediately put my hands to my sides. I had worried this would be the outcome, but facing it was another thing entirely. He was going to have me parade back through the restaurant looking this way, wasn't he? I knew it was something he had talked about, and when we were in the thick of it in conversation it seemed so hot.. to walk around with cum on my face or with my leash on. To show the world what I really was. But in practice.. this was going to be so humiliating. I swallowed and tried to keep my stomach from upending itself as I heard Daniel open the door's lock and then the door itself, and then the only thing between me and lifetime humiliation was the set of small stairs up to the restaurant proper. I could hear murmurs of conversation and clinking glasses and silverware. And then I felt a hand on my ass. Mr. Franks. He squeezed a cheek and then slapped it, hard, eliciting a gasp and a pained groan as my sore asshole remembered what it had just been through. Daniel tugged lightly on my collar, then began ascending the steps. Life was never going to be the same after this. There was no going back.

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