Charlotte looks up at me coyly from her phone as the door closes. “Its kind of you to help me prepare for the presentation next week Greg.” She says, a little nervous edge in her voice. “I’ve never done one before.”

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“Erm. Right.” I manage, choking back my anger and resentment at being put in this position. “Of course you haven’t.”

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“What do you mean Greg?” She asks, a hint of defensiveness now.

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I sigh, trying to marshal my patience and not show my irritation. “Just that - I mean - I have 20 years of experience in this business, and this is a complex project. I’m not sure why you’ve been put in charge of it, is all.”

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She scowls, her pretty brow furrowing in a way that looks unnatural. It strikes me that her face is made for smiling, for lighting up the room with her angelic visage. “Greg.” She says, with seriousness and confidence she lacked only a moment ago. “I may be 20 years younger than you, and I may not have the years of programming experience you do, but I do know how to deal with disrespectful men.” I flinch as she reaches down to her phone, swiping the Honey app open.

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“No - please!” I call out, my voice thin and desperate as I hear myself start to beg pathetically. “Please - I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I’ll try harder. I promise. Please - Emma - I mean Ms Miller - she thinks I came last night but I haven’t cum in almost two weeks - please I can’t take any more frustration. I promise I’ll try harder! Please.” I trail off, embarrassed by my outburst, watching her hand hover over the phone.

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She turns to me, her face and voice still stern. “I wouldn’t be doing you any favors by showing lenience Greg. The only way for you to learn is by swift consistent feedback. I’m going to give you one more day of blackout, and then we can begin our work. To show you that I can be fair, I will rate you again at the end of the day. A good rating won’t remove the blackout you’ve earned, but it will help bring your average score up. Does that sound reasonable Greg?”

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I shiver, trying to control my helpless rage. The incredible injustice of this girl’s power over me driving me mad with the unfairness. How dare she? “Yes.” I hear myself whisper.

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“Yes what?” Charlotte asks, and I’m confused for a moment. She wants me to use her name. The bitch.

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I look up, noticing the nipples on her tiny breasts for the first time. She can’t have more than A cups, but I can see the shape of her gumdrops now, large and tight under her flimsy blouse. Is it possible that she is aroused by this? It’s not fair. They should be mine. She shouldn’t be ordering me around. She should be writhing helplessly under my muscular body, moaning with frightened desire as I pound her delicate porcelain body with my hungry cock. “Yes Ms Turner.” I say weakly, watching as she taps the screen several times with one finger, an agonizingly long wait before I feel the dull buzz in my metal cage, and the ping on my phone.

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“Greg, you’ll notice I gave you an extra demerit. I did that because you have been staring at my breasts. You’ll receive one every time I see you doing it.” I shake my head, looking up at her face, not daring to speak, nodding my assent as I try to take in her total power over me. “I’m also going to send a note to Sophie - that’s her name? The woman who unlocked you last night?”

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I nod weakly. “I’m going to let her know some specifics about your behavior today. If I were in her shoes I would expect an apology from a man who had chosen to deny me their cock. I would expect them to serve me selflessly as a small gesture of recompense.” I nod again, frightened now by her command over my life. “That’s certainly what I would expect of my boyfriend. Of course, I wouldn’t date someone who would behave that way in the first place.”