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...
Sunday Ladies #120
Keep crawling. I want the humbler to bruise you. Next time you'll trust your key holder to tell YOU when release day should be. Another night in your other cage will give you time to reflect.
Once you are tied up, just accept the gag without a struggle. Even if you don’t like ball gags, just accept and just get used to the ball gag. This way they will gag you gently and might remove the gag when it’s getting uncomfortable.
Eventually you’ll love it.
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Why did you even think you could step into the same pool with them?
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