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tentatively to unzip my fly and then April took control. I closed my eyes as April's cool fingers invaded my boxers and grasped my manhood.
    "Humm, why are you wearing boxers? They are men's underwear and a girlie man should wear panties, don't you think? I mean you just told me how you wore panties and pantyhose all weekend, why not here? Perhaps, Scott, you're not as committed as you say you are.” To my surprise, April seemed to be proceeding as if I'd stated my commitment already, but I had thought I'd been given the weekend to think it over.
    "Ahh . . . you want me to wear panties here in the office? What if . . .” I was interrupted by April's grasping and gentle squeezing of my balls.
    "What if your pants suddenly fly off at a meeting, Scott? Now when has that happened exactly? Not sure. Well then start wearing your pretty panties. I'll expect them at tomorrow's inspection.” April completed her examination of my manhood in an almost clinical fashion, palpating my balls with her fingers and kneading my sack. Likely it was only my excessive masturbation over the weekend that prevented me from getting an erection.
    When she withdrew her hand she began a new explanation. “They are acceptable, but keep them smooth like that. Paulo and I discussed you this weekend and he says I should proceed as if you are my slave and let you decide if you wish to stop it. He says moving forward will force your mind to decide step by step how deeply you wish to go. He pointed out something I should have known. Submissives, due to the very nature of the beast, have a hard time being decisive about what they want until you force a choice. I like his idea and we're going to proceed that way. In fact, I'm beginning to enjoy this whole thing.” April pushed her chair back and giggled impulsively. “I was so nervous about being dominant, but it's fun as long as Paulo tells me what to do."
    For the first time I saw the chain with me at the end. Paulo dominated April and April dominated me, but April was totally dependent on Paulo for instruction so in a way I was Paulo's slave despite not being physically touched by him. I suppose the thought should have frightened me, but I was beginning to trust Paulo's judgment as it filtered down to me through April.
    "I understand, but if I may ask. How should I address you? Shall I call you Mistress?” This was the BDSM word I was most familiar with and in a way I wanted to start calling April my Mistress.
    "No, Mistress has the other meaning of a woman kept by a man.” April paused and twirled around in her chair whimsically. “Address me as Lady April, or if you wish My Lady. It's more romantic than Mistress. You'll need to remember to use it at all times even in the presence of others unless I say otherwise.” April smiled slyly and I realized the power of this. It would make it difficult, if not impossible, for our new relationship to each other to remain secret here at the office.
    "Even at meetings, My Lady?” I asked with disbelief.
    "No, not meetings, not yet at least.” She replied before seeming to switch gears to another level.
    "Okay, now that these small matters are taken care of we should discuss what you must do to be granted your first live session with Paulo and I. Two things would be required of you; one would be that you ask to meet Paulo when you feel comfortable doing so. This can easily be accomplished by inviting us out to dinner at a restaurant, but the second will be more challenging for you. You must ask me to take control of your penis on a permanent basis. It will be at this point you truly become my slave as you cede to me the power to grant you climactic relief. Do you understand the implications and importance of these steps?"
    I easily understood the first, but the second had me more than simply nervous. How exactly did she intend to take permanent control of my penis? “May I how the second condition is achieved, Lady April? I don't understand."
    "Oh, I see.