A submissive who was born to serve me

In October 2021, I received resumes where I am the general manager, regarding a vacancy for a maintenance and cleaning operator. The human resources department sent me three resumes with the profile indicated by the protocol. As I am the one who decides who to hire, I read them and chose one to send to the department to call the applicant for a final interview with me.

On the third day, my secretary told me that the applicant was waiting for me in the reception area. I announced over the intercom that I would see him. A young man, no more than 25 years old, of average height, very polite in his presentation, entered my office. What caught my attention was that when he closed the door and I asked him to sit down, he almost crouched down in a position of total submission before me, with his head down and his eyes fixed on my feet. I asked him if he had a problem, and he immediately responded without looking me in the eye, "No, sir, I feel very well, but in your presence, I am not worthy of being here, only to obey your orders from this moment on, without any compensation or requirement." I looked at him and asked again, "What do you mean? I don't understand. Did you come for the job or what is your reason for being here?" He responded with his head down, "My lord, I came looking for work, but I am very nervous or fearful because I never thought I would meet a superior." I nodded, but I was understanding that due to his innate vocation for submission, he had realized that I was a dominant master. I didn't want to continue, so I told him, "You are one of the few who, like a pet, have a great instinct and perceive the master and owner." Since it was Friday and his start date would be Monday, I asked him to write his cell phone number on a piece of paper, leave the building, and wait for my call.

At 6:14 p.m., I called him and asked where he was. He told me he was in a coffee shop on the corner, waiting for my orders. I gave him instructions to meet me six blocks from the office. When I arrived, he was there, and it was drizzling, but he didn't move from that corner since I gave him the order. When I stopped the van, I opened the passenger door, but he hesitated to get in until I gave him the order. We closed the windows, and it started raining a bit harder. He didn't speak, but I looked at him, and he remained with his head down, his hands clasped together nervously, but in an attitude of total humility.

We arrived at my apartment, parked the van in the garage, and I took my briefcase. He always stayed three steps behind me. In the elevator, he asked permission to speak, and I allowed it. He said, "Sir, may I kneel before you?" I told him no, not until we reached the apartment, and he could enter his real world.

We entered the apartment, and as soon as he closed the door, he knelt down and clung to my legs, trying to push his face into my testicles as if searching for my member. I told him to stay there until I gave...