The work week started like any other with you berating us on last weeks poor performance even though our work load was higher last week than the previous week, you always liked to remind us that you were the boss and it was no surprise with the amount of staff turn over we had, it seemed like every week we had someone new starting and someone leaving, the main cause of people leaving was you.

I'd worked with you for years now and knew how to navigate through your various moods and attitudes to work, I kept my head down for the most part and did the work to a sufficient standard but one little mistake last week and I was stood in your office.

As I stood there looking at you, there was no mistaking how beautiful you were, your clothes always fitting you perfectly and how you walked around the office with such a sexy confidence but then the shouting started "What the actual fuck were you thinking Nick?!! You've fucked up big time here... how could you let this happen? You're usually a lot better than this! Get out of my office before I really lose it" you shouted at me, loud enough for others in the office to hear and before I could say anything, I knew I'd just make you angrier if I said anything, I left your office, red faced and feeling embarrassed.

I returned to my desk and everyone was asking if I was okay and how could I stand being here this long with you being my manager but I just shrugged off the comments about you and carried on working as normal, getting as much as I could before the end of the day, skipping out on lunch and trying not to make the same mistake again.

I saw you heading out of the office before me and I wasn't far behind you, I got in my car and drove home, I lived alone in a reasonably big house just outside of the city, heading inside my house and being immediately greeted by you, on your knees and in the lingerie that I'd bought you just a couple of months ago. At work you were the boss but in my home, you were my slut.

Out of character:

Hi, I'm Nick and I'm looking for someone to play my boss who's secretly my slut outside of work, at work you're a mean boss but at my house, you're mine to do that I want with.

I was thinking that we play out the stuff at home and at work, the things you do to me at work only make me rougher with you when I get home.

Let me know what your name is, what you look like and what lingerie you're wearing when you greet me when I get home.