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
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
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
Glitter Girl
”But, Sir,” she said, ”You didn’t tell me that I couldn’t!” He paused, a touch of amusement in his eyes. ”No, I didn’t tell you not to. That’s true. But I didn’t know you were planning to set off glitter bombs all over the house.” ”I didn’t!” she objected. Then she looked at the table, … Continue reading Glitter Girl
The Preparation, Part 4
She heard them talking as they approached the room, and she caught a glimpse of the waxer as she entered. In that quick glance, she saw that this girl was young, with multi-colored hair, shaved on one side. That made her a little nervous, but she thought, ”oh, stop, she’s not doing the hair on … Continue reading The Preparation, Part 4
The Preparation, Part 3
The spanking - well, the spanking and writing her lines and reading them twice, since he had her read them again after the spanking -all of that had left her in that state of submission where she was incredibly turned on and longing to be used. Sexually, maybe to kneel at his feet and worship … Continue reading The Preparation, Part 3
Olivia 