Is perfection too much to ask? Is submission too much to demand?
My assistant made another mistake, another in a long line of mistakes. I’m tired of constantly correcting him. So if this is going to work the circumstances of our relationship are going to have to change.
He’s young and handsome and hard. He can make me feel the way I need to feel. He can satisfy me where my husband fails.
And is that wrong? I’m an executive, powerful and dominating. A man in my position would have his secretary on her knees for him. All I’m asking of my handsome young assistant is the very same thing.
I demand obedience. I demand submission. I demand complete and utter authority for me.
And he will give it to me. He will give me everything I want and more. He will crawl for me, before the night is through. Licking my shoe clean and showing what a good boy he can be.
I will have my assistant while my disappointing husband sits at home alone. I will have my assistant any way I want.
Excerpt
“Question number two. What do you think the is most important part of your job?”
He gave me a furtive glance up, his eyes scanning my face for answers that he wouldn’t find. I was impassive, giving the man nothing as I waited for him until he finally stammered out a response.
Little did he know it was the perfect one.
“I’m here to please you.”
Fighting against my instinct to bite my lip. Fighting against the urge to show too much of just how much that pleased me, I couldn’t help the fact that my voice got a little husky when I replied, “Well. Now that is an interesting answer. You’re here to please me.”
He was still looking at me, every bit the puppy who just wants to make his master happy. I gave him a sly little smile, musing on his response.
“Hmmm,” I laughed, “Yes I do believe that is in your job description. Oh yes. That is your primary role. Everything that you do in this building. Everything that you do for me. It should be to please me.”
And then leaning in a little close, my voice warm and enticing, “Sweetie. You have no idea how good of an answer that was.”
That was all he got though. That was all that I gave him for the moment. If he wanted more, he’d have to fucking work for it.
Snapping back I sat up straight once more, staring down at him and contemplating next steps aloud.
“The question that I have, though, is how far you’ll go to make me happy. How far you’ll go to ‘please me’. What won’t you do?”
And just like the ever-eager puppy that he was he quickly replied without thinking, “Anything.”
“Anything?” I was scandalized and delighted, “Really. Assistant. You might want to think twice about that answer. You might think you know what you’re agreeing to, but you have no idea what I’d make you do.”
Sliding off the desk I bent over towards him, slipping down close enough that I could whisper huskily and he could still hear me, “If I could ask for anything from you. If I could ask for anything without any limitations whatsoever. Oh Assistant. The things that I’d make you do.”
Once more snapping back. Prim and proper once again. Every bit the woman in charge. The master. The boss. The dominatrix.
“’ Mercy,’” I said simply, bluntly, “That’s your safe word. I’ll give you orders. I’ll push your limits. But I’ll be a good and generous Boss to you. If you say the word ‘Mercy’ I promise, I’ll stop.”