Taken control - Sex Stories

Taken control

My name is Judy and I have lived with my parents almost all my life. My dad was a man who liked to be in control, telling you what to do, and you just did it. He did this to both me and my mom. I guess you would call him a bit on the Dom side and us on the submissive side to him.

He did believe the female should always look her best, in the way she dressed and carried herself. So, he had no problem with us dressing a bit on the sexier side. So, we did wear mini skirts and dresses, stockings, and heels, he also preferred bikinis.

He never tried anything sexual with me, but from what I've seen and heard, he likes to play with Mom a lot.

I went to college but still lived at home. I graduated with a pretty good grade and applied at big company a few miles away. I got called in for an interview and met a bit of an old lady. She was impressed with me and then she went about telling me the company had a dress code. All females were to wear a dress or skirt, stockings, and heels, with make-up and hair done, always. Men must be in suits and have a full trim, hair wise, and no facial hair.

I had on a short dress, not close to a mini, and the stockings and heels. She told me, "If you dress this way, you will have no problem with the dress code."

I smiled, "This is the way I was brought up to dress and to look, 100% at all times."

I was hired and started with a female boss. I dressed and did what I was told, following all orders. This got me promoted fast and moved ...

... up, where I had a male boss and followed his orders to a T.

Then one day, I was running errands and papers up to the front office, and as I came into the front office a lot of commotion was going on. The President of the company had a personal assistant that got hurt in a car accident and was going to be laid up for a while, so they were trying to find someone to fill in for him.

I was off to one side dealing with my stuff and doing what was requested. I was being asked questions and I knew the answers to all of them. I turned and saw the President staring at me and he seemed to be listening to us talking. Then, he stepped over and asked, "What's your name?"

"Judy Blake, Sir."

Don't leave here, Ms. Judy, I will be right back," and he went into his office. After a bit, his secretary was told to send me into his office.

'Oh, damn, what did I do wrong?' I said to myself.

I went in and he told me, "Shut the door and sit down."

I did what he requested and I sat down carefully because I was wearing one of my shorter dresses.

"Well, Ms. Judy, I did check your performance around here and everybody is very impressed with you. So, I would like to ask you if you would like to fill in for my assistant until he gets healed back up?"

"Wow, Sir! I want to thank you for the offer, but I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"Well, my people say you are. You work hard, do what you're told, and always dress 100%.

Plus, your pay will take a big jump," he said as he ...