Literotic asexstories – Switch, Ch. 01 by SimonO,SimonO
Note, this is labeled as BDSM, but is more D/s and does not involve bondage, pain or more hardcore forms of dominance. It centers more on control.
I love the slow burn. Happy reading!
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“Brent? What’s the status of the customer portal security management feature?”
My called-out name usually pulls me out of my day-dreaming haze. This time proved no different.
“Finishing up the general administrative features by Friday. Heading off to QA and use-case testing by Monday noon. We will meet the project benchmark without a problem.” I rattled off the team progress effortlessly.
“Good. James, where are you with… ” And then I zoned out again.
Caroline generally did well as a project lead, but she was nothing but business all the time. Each interaction with her consisted of mainly transactional requests on her part followed by transactional responses on mine. So, the weekly status meetings were dull to say the least. Honestly the whole thing could be done in minutes by email but I suppose management feels better about themselves by having these forced meetings. Whatever.
I found Caroline to be interesting. She never talked about or asked about anything personal. She never smiled. She was the perfect taskmaster, except of course I didn’t need a micromanager looking over my shoulder. I felt pretty confident in my abilities and as the slightly more experienced software engineer in the room, she should be confident in me as well.
Sure, James needed some serious hand-holding, but I always delivered on time and in scope.
I glanced at her as she worked James over, not a hint of humor or relaxation in her face. She actually might be pretty if she did smile – mid-length straight light brown almost sandy hair, slender athletic figure, nice eyes, fair creamy skin, maybe mid-30s.
My company hired Caroline one month before and essentially gave her program manager status immediately, covering five relatively high-profile somewhat connected projects. She apparently came with high recommendations. She proved to be efficient, focused, humorless, unshakeable and respected. She also was boring, or at least anti-social, and without a doubt a control freak. And being a control freak myself, while I respected her ability to do it, I was not a fan of being on the receiving end of that. Go control someone else.
Suddenly my phone buzzed, and I glanced down casually.
“Going 2nite?”
It was Steph, an old friend. Well technically an old girlfriend, but my friendship with Steph both preceded and outlasted our brief dating life. I really called her my best friend.
But then people don’t usually have sex with their best friends. They also don’t do other stuff Steph and I do either.
Steph and I first met at a BDSM Club meeting in college. It was one of those events where mostly horny and curious and experimental college kids could get together and talk about BDSM, and maybe even meet someone with whom they could develop a ‘relationship.’ Most of the attendees were not serious about the lifestyle, having just read something like “Fifty Shades of Gray” and decided they wanted to try it out. But Steph proved to be very different. And so was I.
That’s where I found out I loved the dominant/ submissive relationship, that it was not a passing phase. And honestly it was where I figured out who I really was.
So, Steph and I met at one of these events. Steph was and is drop-dead gorgeous, so she had a bunch of wanna-be’s lining up to meet her. Heck, if you want to try it once you matter as well do it with the most beautiful girl in the room.
Steph was no doormat though. She acted sweet to them but very kindly pushed each of the suitors aside. I watched the dance from across the room and found it to be kind of funny. She saw my amusement, we met at the punch bowl and the rest was history, in a twisted sort of fairy tale kind of way.
She actually submitted to me in college for a short while, but we felt our friendship was so much more important. And even though she was nearly the perfect one for me, I wanted to be her friend even more. So, we split up with an understanding: while neither of us were attached, we could play a little. I would get my dose of controlling need and she would get her dose of submitting need, and all would be happy.
And so now I had a bit of a sub, unofficially and only occasionally, who really was more of a confidant with a great perspective on the things I liked and cared most about.
So back to the text from her and where we might be going? It was the monthly BDSM Meet ‘n Greet, similar to that college club that introduced us six or so years ago.
Yep, sounded bizarre, but the monthly gatherings were great ways for people to get together and socialize, share fun toys, ideas, approaches and tools of the trade, which I was less into, and occasionally find a match. I liked socializing with people that more or less got where I was coming from.
As Steph and I were unattached, as I didn’t have a sub and she was not serving a Dom, we often went together and she and I served as each other’s wingmen. Mostly neither of us found anyone of interest as I preferred stronger women rather than doormats and she preferred a strong man who was not into the harder bondage, kinda like me. She and I both preferred control and not as much the pain aspects. So, I didn’t have much hope in finding someone tonight, but it was always pretty great to walk around with a gorgeous woman on my arm and occasionally play the Dom with her. She and I both got off on it.
“Yep. U?”
“U know it! Need U as plus1 tho!”
“K. NP. Pick u up @ 6. Dinner on me.”
“Yay! C U Then! XOXO!”
“Brent, all ok over there?” The micromanaging ice queen interrupted my texting escape.
“Sure. All is good Caroline.”
“Good.” She continued to stare at me for about five seconds, I was guessing trying to intimidate me. She didn’t. And as it was kinda laughable I gave a half-bored smile. She then moved onto the next mundane topic.
The meeting ended as it began, with everyone quietly moving around. I think all were afraid of Caroline, so they shuffled out of the room quickly.
“Brent, hang back for a moment.”
I shrugged, “Sure Caroline.” I set everything back on the conference table and relaxed in the seat until all had left.
“Are these meetings boring, Brent?”
Interesting. She was being rather direct. I respected that.
“Honestly, yes.” She seemed a little startled by my direct response. I didn’t play games. You want to know what I think then I will tell you.
“Well… ” She almost seemed at a loss how to continue, looking like she was looking for a response. I decided to help her out.
“Listen Caroline, I am happy to do my job and I think I do it rather well. I have never failed in a project. I engage when I need to do that but otherwise, the other 42 minutes of these meetings have very little to do with me so I occasionally will do other things. Make sense?”
“I… yes.” She again seemed startled. Then she appeared to come up with an angle as she immediately followed it up with, “but occasionally we may need you to assist in big picture discussions of other projects.”
I shrugged. That was fair.
“So, I need you to pay attention. Make sense?” She was smiling a little. I am guessing she thought she had me or something. I shrugged again and just responded, “Sure Caroline. I completely understand. Anything else?”
She shook her head.
And with that I turned and walked out. Upset? Nah. I just didn’t like my time to be wasted. She made a valid point and I accepted it. I never felt the need to prove myself to anyone and I definitely respected courage, honesty and transparency. So, she got it.
The company had chosen to place the conference room in the front of the building, easier to entertain clients for meetings and such, so I walked back through the main lobby on the way to my team area. I passed the front desk, where Hayley smiled at me shyly. Very cute and very pretty in a sort of tinker bell sort of way. She had opted for a shorter hair cut for her light blond hair, appropriately a pixie cut really. Her large pretty eyes sat above a very cute button nose and a very pretty smile, all framed by a heart-shaped face.
I generally shied away from dating as I really enjoyed the D/s lifestyle and felt that my ‘match’ would need to be into that too, so I didn’t encourage her, but I was pretty sure she would say yes if I asked her out. She had just finished college, so she was only about four years younger than me, but I wasn’t going to ask her out. I am not into converting people to the lifestyle. Yep, I am talking to you Christian Gray.
That said, some flirting with a very pretty girl can just be fun.
“How is it going Brent?” She smiled up at me as I came near her desk.
“Very good, Hayley. Looking lovely today, as always,” I leaned against her desk as I stopped a moment. She blushed in response.
Just then I heard the conference door shut and Caroline walked by. She nodded at us, held my gaze for a moment longer, and then walked to the stairs to head to her office.
“Did you tick her off?” she whispered to me as she raised her eyebrows.
Did I? Likely. Did I care? I didn’t get off on upsetting anyone, but I felt pretty sure she would get over it.
I just grinned for a moment and then shrugged, heading up the stairs myself.
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Going to club meetings always involved Steph and I glamming it up a bit. She honestly would look good in a paper sack, but she instead opted for a navy off-the shoulder form-hugging cocktail dress, her blond hair cascading in ringlets across one shoulder. She wore a silver chain choker, snug around her neck as almost a placeholder for a collar. In fact, it was a placeholder.
It wasn’t that long ago that she actually wore my collar. I don’t really care that much about collars but for her she needed to feel physically owned. She felt safer with it. She told me she felt completely naked, vulnerable, without something around her neck, so she wore the choker there until someone came along. And while I was not into collars per se, I admit that a woman wearing only a collar is very very sexy.
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