The man behind the desk shook his head, looked up at the girl sitting in his study watching him. Wearing a pencil skirt, a white blouse, and heels, she looked like a secretary. She even had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, and glasses. But she was not a secretary. The man behind … Continue reading The Man Behind the Desk
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The Man, Part II
Sitting there, naked underneath the afghan he’s wrapped around me, my ankle cuffs still attached to rings in the floor, ensuring that my knees are wide open, with a man whose name I don’t even know, I can’t believe I’m thinking about staying. Training as a submissive - am I out of my mind? I … Continue reading The Man, Part II
The Man
”May I touch?” He asks. It is my body he’s talking about, but he’s not asking for permission from me. He’s asking the man who has put me in this situation. And he nods, “of course,” he says. I say he had put me in this situation, and that is partly true, but I have … Continue reading The Man
The Supplicant Part 2
The man behind the desk looked up from the pages he’d been reading. Then girl was seated in the wooden visitor chair, perched on the edge. She had been watching him closely, looking for a reaction, but as soon as he looked up, she dropped her eyes. ”So. This is your fantasy?” ”Yes, Sir,” she … Continue reading The Supplicant Part 2
The Supplicant
He sat quietly behind his desk. She stood in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, eyes down. Waiting. Time passed, just minutes, she thought, but they seemed long. She knew, without raising her eyes, that he was watching her. She hoped the dress she was wearing hit the right note of pleasing without … Continue reading The Supplicant
Rebooting…
She waited anxiously, trying to slow her breathing. 'They probably won't take me anyway,' she thought. 'Who knows how many candidates they've had?' She took a deeper breath. 'But they did call me in for an interview.' She felt her heart pounding. She was alone in the room, a small anteroom with a desk and … Continue reading Rebooting…
Wednesday and Sunday
Five nights a week, she got herself ready for bed, jsut like anyone would. Ok, it was a little bit different for her because she was required to write in her journal. She could write about anything she wanted, but her work needed to include certain elements. She needed to complete the page where she … Continue reading Wednesday and Sunday
Sad Days and Me
MP’s daughter is sick - one of his daughters, the one who lives far away. Cancer that was in remission spread - and the doctors are offering a fairly pessimistic prognosis. Of course they’re not always right, but she’s pretty sick. MP is tough, but you know. I’m worried and distressed, and she was already … Continue reading Sad Days and Me
Just a Quickie, Part II
"Yes, Sir," she said, cautiously, hoping he would remind her what they'd decided. She wished she weren't hanging upside down while he played with her butt. That thought almost made her giggle, and she added to herself, "hardly anybody could do their best thinking balanced over someone's lap, ass up, head down." But he was … Continue reading Just a Quickie, Part II
Just a Quickie
"Here," he said. "Now." She looked up, startled. If he had told her to come once already, she hadn't heard him, but she knew she was in trouble now. Setting her book aside, she stood, and moved quickly to her place in front of him, slipping down to her knees as soon as she was … Continue reading Just a Quickie
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