Foreword
"I really love the way you punish me!" said the girl.
"Well, that's very good Alison. Especially since ... well, since ... "
"Since what?"
"Well, I'll tell you something, I'm used to getting what I want. And I want you. I want to fuck you. Often. So, I'm afraid you won't be going back to the office. I'm afraid you will have new duties now. You are not my secretary anymore. You are my sex slave, now. And I am your master."
The man stared at the girl with a strange blazing in his eyes. He grabbed the girl's wrists together roughly.
"Do you understand?" he asked her. There was no trace of a smile in his eyes or voice. This man was serious.
Alison gulped nervously.
"I AM YOUR MASTER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH??!!" He slapped the girl across the face.
Alison went flying off the bed. She landed with thump on the hard floor.
"Y-yes, sir ... " she murmured weakly.
Well, maybe the job would have its ups and downs.
But what great fringe benefits!