This is largely based on a role-playing scenario I recently had with a professional dominatrix, expanded and changed somewhat to fill in some gaps from what I remember and further flesh out the fantasy.
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I worked as a project manager for a consulting company in a medium-sized city in the Midwest. We mainly managed outsourced projects for other companies, and as such were a very small company -- less than ten employees. Strangely, I was the only guy, and at 47, was quite a bit older than the rest of the staff (though I had been told many times that I could pass for someone in their late 30s). The rest were all women in their 20s and 30s They were all attractive, but all seemed to resent my presence -- none more so than the office manager. I had gotten my job because the owner of the company was an old college buddy, and had helped me out when I got fired from my previous job. Because of that, I didn't worry too much about my position, and probably didn't take it as seriously as I should have.
My hours were technically 8-5, but I usually came in late and skated out of there around 4. While that was earlier than most of the staff, usually they were gone by 4:30 or so as well. So, I was surprised when I got an appointment request from the office manager for a "mandatory performance review" meeting at 4:45 PM Friday. Fuck. I was tempted to blow it off, but with my girlfriend out of town, I was probably going to just out after work, anyway, and see if I could hook up with some twenty-something girl who had too much to drink. So, this was going to just be a minor inconvenience, anyway, and I figured I shouldn't try to push things too far with the office manager -- no matter my connections. Besides, getting a somewhat later start to my night really didn't change my plans. What mattered was the end of the night -- not the beginning.
As I expected, by 4:30 nearly everyone had left. It was just the office manager, myself, and Sue -- another program manager. As she was walking out the door, she noticed me still at my desk, frowned, and said, "What are you still doing here? Finally taking your job seriously?"
I ignored the second question and responded, "V scheduled a meeting at 4:45 for some reason."
"Oh, well, have a good weekend," said Sue, not really sounding like she meant it nor cared. "See you Monday," she said, as she walked out the door. With that, it was just the office manager and myself still in the building.
Fuck it, I thought. Maybe I could get this meeting over with and head out to the bars. I went to the office manager's office and peeked in. "I was wondering if we could do this meeting now?" I asked.
She looked up from some papers on her desk, then at a clock on the wall and said with an irritated tone, "It's not 4:45 yet. Come back then."
"Fine. Whatever," I said, turning around and heading back to my office. If she was going to play games, so was I. I went back to my desk and surfed the Web for a while, hitting some of my favorite porn sites for some "inspiration" for tonight. At 4:55, I shut down my computer and headed back to her office.
"You're late," she said coldly, when I knocked again.
"Sorry," I replied, flippantly. "I got engrossed in a project and lost track of time."
"I'm sure," she replied. "Sit down," she said, indicating a chair in front of her desk.
V, as everyone called her, was in her early 30s, about 5'6", with curly black hair, dark eyes, and a tight, hourglass figure. She was quite attractive and I would have fucked her in an instant if the opportunity ever presented itself. I often thought about all the things I would do to her if only I had the chance... But, it was clear she didn't like me, and since we almost never saw each other in a social setting, it's not like I ever had the chance to get her drunk and turn on the charm.
"First things first," she started as I plopped down into the chair, "I'm sorry to say that the owner of this company, your friend, died in an auto accident early this morning. A drunk driver, they think. They only announced it a few hours ago."
"Wha-what?" I was crushed. He was probably my best friend in the world. We'd been through a lot of shit together, and he often joined me on my late-night escapades whenever my girlfriend was out of town. He was on marriage number three, and his current wife was 20 years younger than us and quite a stunner in her own right -- but that didn't stop him. He didn't worry too much about what she thought, though, because he had all the money -- and an ironclad prenuptial agreement. She could leave him, but in a no-fault state, she would get only what the prenup allowed.
"Yeah, sorry," she said, rather unconvincingly. "They're not sure what he was doing out at that time of night, but it sounds like he may have been stepping out his wife. I'm surprised you weren't with him. In any event, control of the company passes to her, and as such, we have some things to talk about."
Oh, shit. I was fucked. Not only had I lost my best friend and protector, but I'd probably lost my job. His wife had always disliked me, not in the least because I enabled his cheating. Getting fired from two consecutive jobs...I was going to have a hard time getting another one.
"I've been looking into your performance over the last several months," she continued," and frankly, it's not been good. More importantly, though, is what you've been doing instead of your job."
My heart jumped into my throat. Yeah, not only had I been blowing off my job, I'd instead been spending much of my time looking at porn while at work.
"You see, we installed monitoring software on the network a few months ago," she continued, "and I installed a key-logger on your computer. So I know exactly what you've been doing. You've been looking at some twisted shit. So, this performance review is really to say, your performance sucks, and you're fired."
Panic set in. I've already been fired once, how was I ever going to get another job? I had a lifestyle I liked, and more importantly, I had bills to pay. My friend had paid me handsomely, and I'd grown accustomed to it.
"Please, V," I begged, "I need this job. What can I do to make this right?"
"I don't give a fuck what you want," said V. "Why should I give you another chance?"
"Please, I'll do anything!"
V considered this for a minute. "Anything?" she finally asked. "Are you sure about that?"
Without thinking, I immediately replied, "Yes, of course. Anything. I can't get fired again."
"Well, if you're sure about that..." she replied, writing something down on a piece of paper. "Come to this address at 8 PM tonight, and we can further discuss this," she said, handing me the piece of paper. "If you are a no-show, or even one minute late, don't bother coming into work Monday -- and I'll make sure you never work again."
I thought about it for a minute, but I didn't see any way around it. "Oh, okay. I'll be there," I finally said.
"Good. See you then. Now get out of here," she said, returning her gaze to the papers on her desk.
My head was spinning. I think I remember getting up and saying "Yes, ma'am" as I left her office.
I got home...and didn't know what to do. It was only 5:30; I still had 2.5 hours before I had to be at the address V gave me. I tried watching TV, I tried eating something, I tried having a beer, I even tried masturbating. Nothing seemed appetizing. I ended up mostly staring at the clock, wondering what was going to happen, until it was time to leave.
As I was driving there, I got a text message from V. "Don't be late," it said. "When you arrive, park in the drive and let yourself in through the side entrance. Come straight down the stairs to the lower level."
I pulled into the driveway of a small house on the north side of town, a couple of minutes before the deadline. I sat there for a minute, sighed heavily, got out of the car, went into the side entrance and down the stairs. I only had a few seconds to look around, but I noticed a big wooden X against one of the walls, and a bunch of leather items that I didn't quite register what they were sitting on a table.
"Good boy, you're on time," I heard V say from my left. I turned and saw her sitting there in a stuffed chair, wearing a short, tight grey skirt and a polka-dot silk top.
"Here," she pointed down in front of her, "get on your knees."
I slowly, reluctantly, complied and dropped to my knees, facing her.
"Why are you here, Johnny?" she asked.
"You...you caught me looking at porn at work on company equipment," I replied.
