Her conspiratorial secrecy and the teasing emphasis she put on the word "stuff" got me all the more intrigued ... she obviously knew about the porn and was being quite cheerful about it. I wondered what she had in mind for our private meeting. "Don't worry," she added. "See you then. Bye." I said goodbye and she hung up.

The time went slowly. I tried to work, but I was too anxious and
excited. I kept looking at my watch every minute or so and tried in
vain to concentrate on my programming. Most of the time had finally
gone by when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I practically
jumped out of my seat. I turned and saw it was Ursula.

She was smiling, which put me a bit more at ease. "Jumpy, aren't we?" She looked good standing there next to where I was sitting. My eyes were at the level of her chest, and she made no attempt to move when I turned and found myself staring at her nice breasts from about a foot away. She put her hand back on my shoulder when I turned, and her thigh pressed against mine. I felt my penis starting to harden. This was looking more and more interesting all the time!

I was quite nervous, though, and I tried to excuse my jumpiness by
stammering something about being tired and overworked that barely made sense and sounded really lame. She laughed good-naturely, squeezed my shoulder, and pushed slightly against me. I felt her thigh against mine again, and this time I also felt her breast brush lightly against my shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Al. C'mon, follow me. I'll show you the program I'm having trouble with." She winked and then motioned me to follow her.

She laughed heartily but good-naturedly at me, gave me a reassuring,
sexy smile, and said, "Yeah ... you're ready all right," as she slowly lowered her eyes down to my crotch and back up. My cock was hardening and I'm sure that was visible in my pants. She winked and said," C'mon. There's an empty office I know about." She led the way to an office on the opposite end of the floor that she unlocked. "This is Al's office," she explained. "He's out of town for two weeks, and as the departmental secretary, I have the only other key. We won't be disturbed. Lock the door behind you."

I said "OK," and did so. She put her bag on the empty desktop and sat up next to it, cross-legged. She motioned me to sit and looked at me as if she was waiting for me to say something. I nervously sat down but couldn't think of anything to say more than a dumb-sounding, nervous, "Well, here we are."

"Yes, that's true," she said with exaggerated mock seriousness and she
laughed again, smiling. "You're quite the nervous one, aren't you
Al?"

That got me even more nervous, and I stammered, "Uh ... yeah ... I
guess I'm high-strung ... I always have been ... I'm sorry ... I'm
just ... well ..."

She laughed again. "Don't worry, Al. I don't bite."

I took a deep breath and collected myself a bit, and then I said, "OK
... thanks," and smiled. She returned the smile, and said, again in
her friendly, but serious tone, "So, Al ... let's get to the
point." She paused and I nodded. She continued, "Your papers fell as you ran off to your desk after you almost crashed into me. I tried to catch up with you, but I only got as far as the doorway by the time I saw you rushing off to your meeting. I left you the note and went back to my desk." She paused, as if in thought, then continued, "I have to admit that I'm nosy, and," she smiled, "imagine my surprise when I saw all that pornography."

"Uh ... yeah ... I can imagine," I said sardonically.

She gave me a sly look. "I *thought* I'd noticed a hard-on in your
pants when you left the bathroom." I looked down and groaned to
myself. This is embarrassing, albeit quite exciting. "Being curious
and nosy, I took your pornography in the bathroom with *me*, and I
read through it." She reached in her bag and pulled out a folder. "I like this stuff, Al. You have good taste."

I nervously looked down and thanked her. Did she masturbate in the
bathroom like me? Did she just go there for privacy? Did she like
the porn for literary reasons, or was it sexually exciting to her?
These and other questions raced through my mind.

My thoughts were interrupted as she continued, "So, did you write
those typewritten ones?"

"Yes, I did." I nervously fidgeted around.

"Are they autobiographical?"

I groaned again. This was so very difficult. But this looked like it was leading to something quite interesting, so I pressed on. "Well ... not really ... I mean, they aren't based on anything that really happened. They're ... they're fantasies ... you know, wishful thinking." I was pained to think that I was so sexually inexperienced and insecure that I had no real experiences to match up my fantasies. I was pained all the more because she now could infer that I probably masturbated to the porn, too.

She looked at me for a moment as if sizing me up, and then said, "I
was hoping that you'd say that, Al." I looked up at her
quizzically, and she continued. "You know, about your wishful
thinking." She paused for a moment and gave me a meaningful gaze and
said, "You see, Al, I like men like you."

"Oh?" I said hopefully but also suspiciously.

"Yes, Al. I do." Her demeanor was totally serious. "I can tell
from this stuff ..." motioning to the folder, "... that you probably
could really appreciate a woman like me."

I was quite happy about how things were working out. This sure as
hell looked like she was going to offer herself to me sexually, but I
still was trying to not let my hopes get too high. Plus, I was so
damn nervous and embarrassed. "Uh, well, I ... I mean, well, I *do*
appreciate you, uh, but ... but, like ... like what do you mean,
exactly?"

She laughed again. "I mean, Al, that your taste in porn shows me
the kinds of things you like, and I like them too."

"You mean," I said slowly, "my taste in porn makes you want to ... uh
..."

"Makes me want to seduce you? Most certainly. I like seducing men
who fantasize about being dominated." She stared intently at me as I
nervously looked down and tried to figure out what to say.

"You're not going to deny that you'd like me to dominate you, are you,Al?"

"Well ..."

"Al, c'mon. Look: almost all your porn ... no, I think *all* of
porn has to do with men being seduced, men being dominated, men being
made to do things. This is true both about the stuff you cut out of
the magazines and of your own fantasies, which you yourself have just
told me are a product of wishful thinking."

I felt trapped. This was shaping up to be a fulfillment of the very
fantasies she was referring to, but I was scared as hell. On the
other hand, I had to keep going ... I wanted this to continue. "OK
... you're right. Yes ... I do like ... like to be ... like for the
woman to be ... be strong and ... and ... OK, yes, and *dominant*."
She nodded with a triumphant expression, and I continued, "But being
dominated ... I mean, I like it ... sort of ... I mean, well, it's not so simple."

I looked at her pleadingly, but she didn't let me off the hook. "So
why don't you explain it to me, Al? Tell me how you want me to
dominate you."

I groaned and must have looked annoyed, because before I could get out an answer, she said, "If this is too much for you, we don't have to go on." I looked up at her. She was serious, but not angry.

It was really happening, right out of my fantasy! I was being seduced by a dominant woman. "No ... I *do* want to continue." "Are you *sure*?"

I thought about it for a second ... what a shmuck I am! I almost blew this opportunity. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm absolutely certain." I looked at her expectantly.

She smiled and nodded reassuringly. "Good. I want it too, Al."
She looked at me with a sexy expression for a moment or two, and then
she got a bit more serious again and said, "So I know this is
difficult, but this really isn't going to work unless you can tell me
how you'd like me to dominate you."

I sighed, but nodded in acknowledgement. "OK, but please bear with me if I falter or get nervous. I'll eventually manage to get it all out."

"Certainly, Al. Say it any way you need to. I'll be patient." She
gave me another sexy, reassuring smile.

"Alright. It's like, I don't ... I don't want the 'Mistress' kind of stuff with pain and humiliation and force or anything. I like a
'gentler, kinder' kind of domination." She laughed. I felt a bit
more at ease after my joke and pressed on. "You know, the woman being in control ..."

She interrupted. "Not 'the woman', but *me*, right now." She gave me another sexy look. "Go on."

I smiled and shook my head in near disbelief. This was really
happening! "Right ... OK. I want *you* to be in control and
everything, but it's got to be seductive, erotic, friendly ... not
painful or anything." I looked up at her ... she was patiently looking at me. She motioned me to go on. "OK ... I don't want you to hurt me... I really don't want that ... I just want you to make all the decisions ... to ... to make me do things ... but ... but by seducing me and turning me on ... not by forcing me or hurting me or anything like that ... do you understand?"
She nodded. "Yes, I understand, Al." She started speaking slowly
and clearly, making sure I heard and understood every word. "You want to be dominated, but not to be hurt or embarrassed or humiliated. You want to be told what to do, but what you're told to do is pleasurable, not painful. You want to have things be unexpected, but with a woman who knows or can anticipate what you want or what would turn you on.