A Happy Sissy

When I took the job as her personal assistant, I knew she had a reputation as being difficult to work for.

She had told me herself that there would be long hours and that she expected a high level of attention.

And slowly, things started to change. While she was constantly demanding, constantly pushing, there was the occasional bit of praise.

Oddly, instead of being upset, I found myself hunting for those bits. Pushing myself more and more to please her. Until I found myself needing to.

And that was how she slowly worked her way into my mind.

She has made me so much more than her personal assistant, now. And so much less.

I work from home now.

Her home.

I am at her beck and call. The hours are long. Including nights. Including weekends. In fact, 24/7.

But I don't mind. She does the thinking for me, now. I no longer need to dress for work. In fact, I no longer need to dress at all.

And the rewards are endless.

On my knees.

At her feet.

Spiraling into the Void...

eyes on me, darling. your attention should be mine.

don't you dare go "make me" with me, i'm not the type to simply let you off with a single slap and my hand around your throat. no. i will not hesitate to gag your stupid, dumb mouth right then and there, get you on your knees and force you to hump my shoe.

My female colleagues know that I will be in a lot of trouble if I don't meet my deadline, and this is why they keep interrupting me with petty demands.