The Analytical Sub Ch. 01

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Alexis had long ago resigned herself to the fact that she housed two minds in one brain. One was an analytical machine that could spit out data and make tough, quick accurate decisions. It was this section of her brain that made her such a powerhouse at Clark, Kennison and Larimore. She had risen up through the ranks from a simple staff accountant to the top producer and senior partner by the young age of 40. Over the years, Alexis had named this side of her personality; Bossy. This was her work mind.

The other side of her was an emotional entity. It was this part of her mind that gave her clear, picture perfect intuition. This aspect thought about love and tenderness, feminine clothes and it was the seat of her womanhood. This persona would submit to a masculine presence if she was in a relationship. This section of her mind had been dubbed; Subby which stood for “Sub-Conscious Brain”.

Bossy was ever the analytical machine; the central processor; the logical and sensible part of her psyche. Bossy never stopped processing datum or examining situations unless she was asleep or indisposed. It was always looking for information; always a step ahead of almost everyone else on the planet; looking for answers. Subby was always thinking about him, and how she felt whenever she was around him. How he smelled; looked; acted; the way his hands felt on her flesh; the resonance in his voice and the way he fit into her sex. Simply put, he made her feel like a woman.

At this moment, both of her minds were very busy processing the current situation each in their own unique way. Subby was paying attention to the feelings in her body and the emotions roiling through her soul. Bossy was analyzing her bonds.

He had situated her so that she was forced to stay in perfect posture. She was naked and tied firmly to a chair seated at her own dinner table hovering near an orgasm over which she had little control. Her feet were secured with rope at the ankles each one fastened to the back leg of the chair. Another set of ropes captured her thighs and these were tied around the back of the chair holding her thighs uncomfortably wide open. Around her waist was a single rope that held her lower torso flat against the back of the chair.

The position forced her legs obscenely wide open; her wet sex was visible and easy for him to access. She was on display. Bossy struggled testing her bonds and discovered that there was almost no “play” in the ropes. There was simply no way she could move from her perch. Her hands were bound to her ankles and she couldn’t move her arms more than an inch. Just under her bared breasts a doubled up rope went under her armpits and snugged her upper body to the top of the chair back.

Attached to her nipples was a device that he handcrafted just for her. It was made exactly to fit her body. He had fashioned this device right in front of her eyes. It was a short piece of stout twine with two hangman nooses on each end. Each of these nooses was fastened at the base of her now distended nipples very snuggly. In the center of this cord was a little metal ring or eye hook. This metal ring and the larger loop on her Master’s collar were tied together via a short stand of the twine.

The length of the cord in the nipple loops pulled her tits slightly together. The short cord fastened between her collar and the eye hook on the nipple loops caused her nipples to be pulled upward. When she was sitting correctly some of the weight of her tits was partially supported by her nipples in this evil contraption. When she moved her head or took a breath the device would excite her nipples. This contraption didn’t delivery any pain at all; only marvelous constant titillation. Each breath was a caress; each small movement of her head to look at her lover sent little signals of pleasure to her nipples. And much to her dismay recently discovered, each time she swallowed, the tight collar would move up and then back down due to the mechanics of swallowing sending shivers of delight to her breasts.

Her Subby side was reveling in the situation. She was naked; helpless, and so full of desire that she could feel wetness leaking on the chair. As her mind processed all of this there was a sudden crash as a serving fork fell to the floor with a clatter. She jerked her head towards the sound in reflex. The sharp movement of her head started a chain reaction. The neck collar translated the jerk directly to the cord attached to her tits which tugged lewdly at her nipples. The movement jiggled her breasts. The pleasure made her gasp for air. The gasp drove her chest up as air flowed into her lungs. This of course translated itself into more movement to her nipples. Her breasts hung by the nips began to bounce and sway. She went over the edge with a moan, cumming like the slut she always needed and wanted to be. As her spend came to a conclusion, she was able to regain control of her movements and her senses began to return.

Her mind began to drift back to this morning as she sat helplessly tied halkalı escort in bondage. Earlier, he had sent a short terse email message. His email had popped in on her morning with the same effect of a baseball breaking a window pane. Although there was no sound the message indicator that popped up at the bottom of her screen shattered her concentration and changed her day in a flash. As usual, the email was all business in tone. Anyone reading this email would never suspect its dark intent.

It read:

“Ms. Larimore, the information you desire can be found on the cloud server. The embedded link in this communique should direct you to the log in page. Please access the file in the usual way. The username is of course the same and the password rules haven’t changed. Thank you for using DG&E to assist you.”

Robert Smithers

Her body had an instant response as she read the coded email. She was to view his message on his private cloud server. The user name was IMYRCNTMST; and the password was still Iamseatedcorrectly2! The user name was secret code for; I aM YouR CuNt MaSTer. The password, I Am Seated Correctly Too, was in reference to his rules about reading personal emails. It indicated that she needed to perform a physical act of submission. She was to remove her panties, and brassier and position herself in perfect posture in her chair. Perfect posture required that she spread her legs as wide she could with ramrod straight torso. Then and only then would she be allowed to read any message sent from him.

Bossy was screaming at her; “Don’t even think about it!” Subby ignored Bossy and simply took over. In automation, Alexis stood up from her desk and made her way past her secretary on the way to the ladies room. Her body was already feeling the flame of lust.

She went directly to a stall, and removed her suit jacket hanging it carefully on the hook on the back of the door. Then she reached under her blouse, undid the clip at the front, and removed her Bra without removing her top by sliding one arm out of the bra strap at a time and then pulling it back though the arm opening. Next she reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off lifting first one foot and then the other.

She was already wet. Subby sent a haughty message to Bossy; “The slut is already prepared for his use”. She was enjoying the discomfort in Bossy that being called a slut created. Bossy blushing then accused Subby of being nothing better than a whore. Subby agreed instantly. “Of course I am his slut and his whore.”

In frustration Bossy broke through to Alexis that she had forgotten to take her handbag with her to the restroom. How was she going to sneak the undergarments out? Crap, Crap, Crap! She was going to have to toss them into the trash…again. She needed to remember to take a damn bag next time. Nervously she checked the bathroom for occupants and listened for any incoming traffic. Hurriedly she buried the delicate items deep under a pile of waste in the refuse bin. Then she washed and dried her hands looking at the slow blush creeping up her neck line. The blush was an indication that her body was preparing for his violation of her. Alexis took a few deep breaths to steel her nerves for the long walk back to her desk.

Although she knew that no one could tell she was now nude under her power suit, it never changed the delicious naughty feeling she got. The simple act of walking became an intimate exrecise. Her breasts were bouncing gently in her camisole and her nipples were being caressed as if by a lover.

She passed by her secretary again, and said; “Carmen, hold all my calls for a bit. I need about 10 minutes of uninterrupted time.” “Yes Ma’am;” Carmen replied. Alexis shut the door behind her, lifted her skirt high and seated herself in the correct position. Her back was ramrod straight and her legs were open on either side of her chair. Subby snuggled her pussy deep into the chair loving the feel of the leather and anticipating the wet spot soon to be deposited on the cool surface.

Bossy in angry automation opened up the server link and hammered in the user name field. IMYRCNTMST. With each letter typed Bossy screamed no. Subby quietly affirmed her submission to her master repeating; “I Am Indeed Your Cunt Master. Thank You sir for being my Master!” The she typed in the password. Iamseatedcorreclty2!. Subby snapped Alexis’ body into military posture and clear fluid moistened the leather at the apex of her thighs.

Alexis began to read.

“My dear, we will be having dinner together this evening. You may dress in any manner that you prefer. Please have soft jazz playing in the background. Make sure the dogs are put up. It should be a romantic setting with candles and nice place settings for two. I will be at your door at precisely 6:30pm. You are to open the door before I can knock or ring. If the door does not open upon my approach, I will tum around, cancel my plans for you and leave. By the way, I am bringing ikitelli escort the food, wine, and a rather harsh mood.”

Both Bossy and Subby dissected the message at the same time with great care. Each Psyche looking at it from a different perspective. It was detailed, and yet very broad. Bossy looked at the message from every angle. The detailed instructions were:

1.) Have soft jazz music playing in the background; 2.) Make sure the dogs were put up; 3.) Be at the door and open it upon his approach at 6:30pm; 4.) Set the table for two with candles.

The open instructions were: dress anyway she liked, set the table and ambiance for a romantic evening. He was bringing the food and wine so she didn’t have to worry about cooking. But Bossy warned her that the 800 pound gorilla in the room was his harsh mood. Subby stepped in and reminded Bossy that Alexis loved it when he was in a harsh mood. Bossy wondered; was that a warning, a promise, or a covert clue to her dress, the ambiance, and the way she should greet him at the door?

Even as she began to plan, her conscious Bossy mind, the Alpha Female woman that the whole world knew her to be, screamed out in protest. This male chauvinist with a cavalier, domineering attitude of almost distain treated Alexis without an ounce of respect. Who the hell was he to give her orders? He didn’t even have the courtesy to ask if she was available. He was so damn cocksure sure of himself and so damn sure of her response! Well she would show him, Bossy decided. She was the one who was used to giving the orders, and having men obey them. By God, she would simply not be there!

Subby chose that moment to send a droplet of moisture to the leather seat. She whispered in response to Alexis; “Your cunt needs him. You know you need to be treated like the slut you are. And so, with only a droplet of moisture and a suggestive whisper, Subby silenced Bossy. The whisper of need and Subby’s influence over Alexis drowned out the noise generated by reason. So, even as one part of her mind protested his domination, the other part of her mind forced Alexis’ body and soul to respond. She was already planning the evening.

The rest of the day was spent with a part of her brain working while the other part of her was feeling. One half of her brain processed the balance of the activities left that Friday; the report to the board; and a final touch on the commercial she was supervising. The other half of her brain was actively planning for the evening and her body was preparing itself for his touch.

Even Bossy was busy working out the logistics of the night; deciding on her wardrobe, music selection, and the table settings she would use for the evening. At the same time, on an instinctive subliminal plane, Subby tenderized her breasts and lubricated her sex, thickening the walls of her labia in preparation for his entry into her body.

Alexis processed all these feelings marveling at the amount of control he had over her. With just a short note, he had captured her imagination and turned her from a hard driving executive into a slutty submissive cunt. Even though she had made this exact observation many times in the past and she was aware at some level that she always went through this process, it came to her like a new thought. It was almost like a good novel that one has read several times. Even though every plot and twist is familiar, the quality of the book allows one to read it over and over and still be lost in the story just as if it was being read for the very first time.

After analyzing her entire wardrobe, Alexis finally settled on her black cocktail dress with black patterned hose with a garter belt, heels and His heavy leather collar with the ring fastener in the front. Of course she would not be wearing panties or a brassier, for he always demanded unfettered access to her body. Just that errant thought made her blush (She loved feeling this way.)

This particular outfit she had chosen just for him was her “fuck me; use me; I am your slut outfit.” She knew that he would not miss the unwritten message the selection intended to communicate. Bossy once again registered a word of warning; “Maybe you should not dress like such a wanton slut? Remember, he is in a harsh mood. Why don’t you keep your work outfit on until you analyze his demeanor?”

Subby simply took control and laughed at the warning; she was a slut; his cunt; his whore; his property. He was, for a lack of a better term her owner. So once again Bossy was easily vanquished by Subby. Alexis was now past thinking anyway. Subby had initiated the animal instinct. She was in heat. Her hormones and her emotions demanded to be fulfilled. Alexis was always aware of this internal battle that raged in her every time this man called, texted, or met with her. Subby always easily beat her analytical Bossy mind into the background, and today was no exception.

Bossy was busy churning data, processing minutia, and monitoring everything. Did he kağıthane escort know that she would respond on a base instinct level? How in the hell did he do that? When did he get that much control over her? Bossy used up calories grinding away at the analysis.

Subby didn’t care one bit about the details she was looking forward to losing control in the process. That was the secret the powerful secret of the sub-conscious mind. It knew that the Bossy bitch, executive needed to lose control. Her sex was leaking fluid as she began to look forward to being used.

Subby began turning on systems. At this moment she was tuning her nipples to be extra sensitive. They were anticipating his touch; that wonderful, soft, hard and brutal way he used her tit flesh was unique. She had never had such intense pleasure from any man. It was almost as if he had read the manual on how to pleasure her breasts. He could make her spend in just a few seconds just by his touch. Most men acted like lost puppies as they pawed at her breasts, most were either too light on the touch, too harsh, or didn’t spend enough time with them. He was a master; her Master with her tits and her body.

As the work day neared the five o’clock hour, Alexis realized that being ready at 6:30pm was really going to make her have to hurry. If she left work at the usual time, she wouldn’t get home until at least 5:45pm and that left her only 30 minutes to get everything ready. That was not enough time at all. But she was not worried. After all she was the boss and she could leave early anytime she wanted. Bossy calculated that she would need to leave at 4pm to have a comfortable margin. A mocking Subby said; “What is this? Bossy are you helping plan this event?” Bossy caught in the duplicity, made up several weak excuses, but accepting the inevitable defeat, her secret now exposed…she was also looking forward to not being in charge.

At 4pm she stood up gathered her things and strode out of the building. Her desire was already in the “on” position. The normal movement of walking; each scissor movement of her legs, and the gentle gravity jiggles that pulled at her breasts usually pressed deep into the background, now seemed to be exaggerated. Alexis felt each step like an intimate touch of a lover; each movement teasing her sex tickling her nipples and deepening her need. She felt like an animal in heat…she loved this about him…he could make her feel like a woman.

The trip home happened in a fog. The normal pressure and stress of the rush hour dismissed by the anticipation she felt. Alexis pulled in the driveway and glanced at the clock. It was 4:30pm. She was going to have just enough time to get everything ready. She was greeted at the door by her pets, and even though she was in a hurry, Alexis would never shortchange time with her pets. She went outside for play time with her dogs and then back then got back to the business of preparing for him.

She dug out the linen table cloth, set the table with placemats with red chargers for the plates all the while wondering how he would use her tonight. She got out her China, the good silverware, cloth napkins with ring holders, the crystal wine and water glasses and began setting them on the table. Her table was rectangular, and she fussed with where to set the place settings. He of course would be at the head of the table, but should she be at the opposite end, or next to him? She moved her place setting to both locations and decided that she wanted to be next to him rather than across the table. She finished the table setting with a large center piece decoration with two candles for illumination.

Next,she went through her music collection and selected 4 CD’s and loaded them in the trays. She fussed a bit with the programming and selected random play. She started the music and lowered the volume to just the right level. A quick glance at the clock; it was 5:30pm. Holy crap! She only had an hour left. Alexis undressed and as she undressed she spent a bit more time on her breasts than normal, a smile forming on her face as she looked forward to his touch.

She then gave herself a douche and an enema so that she would be ready for anything he wanted from her. A quick but complete shower that included shaving her legs and her pussy was followed by the application of makeup. She worked without waste or haste, budgeting her time so that she would be ready for him and waiting at the door 10 minutes before his arrival. At precisely 6:10pm she pulled on her stockings, stepped into her dress, and put on her 6 inch heels. She stepped to the mirror for one final inspection; a quick adjustment of a few errant unruly hairs, and a spray or two of perfume and Alexis declared she ready for the evening.

The last item was her master’s collar. As she locked the leather symbol of his ownership around her neck, she was now completely transformed from a 21st century female liberal executive, into a submissive slave, slut,and owned sex toy. At 6:20pm she put the dogs in bed in their room (yes her dogs had a room all their own), lit the candles, dimmed the lights and went to the door. She unlocked the door and positioned herself so she could both see and hear his approach. Now that she was in a waiting mode, Bossy began the inevitable attempt to re-establish some modicum of control.