You didn’t slave away at business school for four years to become a secretary.

And that’s exactly why you had become a partner to a start up company that was selling some kind of user interface software for big businesses. That is, until your partner took a massive buyout from one of their clients. Cutting you out of the deal and leaving you with practically nothing.

The silver lining of this whole ordeal is that during this buyout process on one of your final days in the office the new owner (me) struts in to offer jobs to those that performed well at this company. You were at the top of my list. 34 years of age, medium dark brown hair and green eyes. Fitted grey suit and a fit body thanks to access to the best gym equipment and a personal trainer/chef.

The thing is, I didn’t want you for your business savvy. I wanted you to be my new personal assistant- I presented a lucrative salary, travel expenses, and of course you can learn a thing or two.

You’re smart enough to read between the lines though. It sounds too good to be true because it is. You’re essentially going to be my personal toy, who doubles as an assistant. I shouldn’t have to ask for you to drop to your knees or crawl up onto my desk. I need to travel? Drop everything and you’re coming with. Conservative dress code- throw it away because you dress like the office slut now.

Maybe you like it, maybe you hate it. Regardless after a year or two you’ve felt you’ve learned enough and it’s time to apply for a job elsewhere too bad you’ll go missing the minute I find out, or maybe after another company buyout I decide it’s time to “upgrade” assistants

Kinks: outfit control, d/s, cnc, asphyxiation, breath play, cum play, anal, bdsm, bondage, stockings, heels, creampies, degradation, humiliation, collar/leash

Limits: scat, pee, futa