Working Relationship

The next morning at breakfast, Sarah hardly spoke to him. She could see that he wanted to make up, but she wasn’t ready yet to relinquish the dominant position she had established last night. Putting her coat on and picking up her bag, which still had David’s camera in it, she said, “I might be a little bit late this evening John, because David and I have a lot to discuss, but remember, tonight you are going to tell me what that was all about last night. Tonight you have the chance to come clean about what actually was going on, before I start making my own enquiries. I am telling you now, if I have to, I will corner every one of your so called ‘friends’ in that club to find out what went on. My first stop will be Lorraine, because she usually knows what is happening. For something like this, if the two of us gang up on Bill, he will certainly tell all. Bill has never been able to refuse Lorraine anything. He never has, ever since they first met he has been putty in her hands. What Lorraine wants, Lorraine gets. It has been like that since the first time they went out together at school.”

On the way in to work, Sarah tried to forget her little problem with John and turned her attention to what to do about David. One thing she had already decided she was not going to do was go to H.R with the camera. David was a nice man, good at his job and the nicest boss she had ever worked for. She had a privileged position working for him as his P.A and she wasn’t going to ruin his life and future over 1 picture that he shouldn’t have taken. Besides, she was fascinated by the thought of him dressing in ladies clothes. She had never known anybody who did that. Of course she had heard of it happening, but couldn’t think of anybody she knew doing it, except, maybe ……… “Take your thoughts well away from that, Sarah,” she told herself. “John does not wear ladies clothes, that was just last night’s fantasy. It was fun at the time, but today this is reality, and I have to decide what to do about that picture.”

She had thought about that picture a lot during the night. Although he shouldn’t have taken it, now the initial shock that he had, had worn off, she realised she really didn’t mind him having it. She got a little tingle in her pussy when she thought about him looking at her breasts, and maybe being turned on by them. She had set out a little early, to be in the office before he came in, so she could put the camera on his desk. She knew she couldn’t put it back under his desk, because if it had been on the floor over night, the cleaners would have found it. She decided, perhaps the best plan was to put it in her drawer and give it to him when he came in. That way she could judge his reaction and decide how to play things then.

She was surprised when she walked into the office, to see that David was already there. As she was early herself, and he usually came in after her, she wondered if the ‘lost camera’ might have had something to do with it. He did look as if he was concerned about something, and as soon as she walked in he said, “Could you come into my office for a moment, please Sarah?”

She followed him into his office, not even stopping to take off her coat, and he closed the door behind her. “Please sit down” he said, quietly. There was a box on his desk and it looked as if he had been putting his personal things into it. Sarah sat down on the chair beside his desk. She guessed that this was important, and probably about his camera. When he discovered it wasn’t in his briefcase he must have realised it must have fallen out at work, and he was worried because he couldn’t find it in the office. Sarah opened her bag, took out the camera and placed it on his desk in front of him.

“When I was closing up last night, I saw this on the floor under your desk. It looks like an expensive camera, so I took it home with me for safe keeping.

David still looked worried. “Ah!” he said, and then he was silent for almost 2 minutes. Then he looked at her and, very quietly asked, “Did you look at any of the pictures on it?”

Sarah looked straight into his eyes, “David” she said, “As I am sure you have noticed, I am a woman. All women have a curious streak in their nature. If I told you I hadn’t looked at them, be honest, would you believe me?”

He looked at her for a moment, and then said, quietly as if resigned to his fate, “How many did you look at?” Sarah replied, “I saw enough.” He dropped his head into his hands. “Then I am finished.” He looked up at her, “I have no right to ask this, but can you ever forgive me? I will wipe all of them, in fact you can do that yourself, now, so you know they are gone, but please, can I ask you for a huge favour? If only because of the working relationship we have shared, will you allow me to resign and just go, instead of taking this to H.R and having them fire me?” He picked up the camera and started to switch it on.

Sarah reached across the desk and took the camera from his hands, putting it down on her side of the desk. “David” she said, softly, “I have no intention of going to H.R over this. Last night I found a piece of your property which had obviously fallen out of your briefcase. I took it home with me to keep it safe for you, and this morning I have returned that piece of property to you. Yes, since you ask, curiosity got the better of me and when I saw the nature of the photos on the camera, I copied the pictures from it into a file on my home computer, so that I could look at the pictures on a larger screen. I apologise to you for doing that, it was an invasion of your privacy. They are saved on there in a secure, password protected file, which, if you wish, I will delete with a file shredder so there is no possibility of anyone else ever finding them.”

David looked stunned, “Did you see all of the pictures?” He asked. Sarah looked straight at him, “No, not all, but if you are worried about which ones I did see, yes, I did see the one that you are probably most concerned about.”

“Then you saw the one …………?” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“Yes” Sarah replied, “I saw the one you took of me in … an unguarded moment. That is really the one you are worried about isn’t it?”

“Yes” he said, “If you decide to take that to H.R, I would be called into Mr Macintosh’s office immediately and dismissed on the spot.”

“Well, that is not going to happen” said Sarah. “I am not going to H.R and please stop all this silly talk of resignation. I was careless on the day you took that photo, so it was as much my own fault as yours. You shouldn’t have taken it, you know that, but you did. Some things have confused me though, since I saw those photos, and although it is very personal, can I ask you something, and will you answer me truthfully?”

“Of course, you can ask me anything,” said David. “Whatever it is I promise I will tell you the truth. I owe you at least that. You say you are not going to, but a word from you could have me dismissed, and destroy my whole career, answering any questions you have, truthfully, is the least I can offer in return.”

Sarah thought for a moment, wondering how to phrase such delicate questions, and then she decided to just wade in. She asked, “Are you gay, David?” He replied immediately, “No Sarah, I am not gay.” She considered this for a moment, and then she nodded. “But you like to dress up in ladies clothes?” He nodded without speaking. “Then, surely ……?” For the first time since she had arrived at the office, David smiled. “Dressing in ladies clothes doesn’t make me gay. A lot of men who ‘dress’ are, like me, straight. It is a common misconception that we must be gay. I did read somewhere that for a lot of men who have this compulsion, they do it because they love women so much, they want to be like them. I don’t know if that is true, or we just love the soft, sensual touch of wearing such beautiful things. Some obviously, are gay, but it doesn’t mean we all are.”

Sarah thought about what he had said, before framing her next question. “Why did you keep that picture of me? I can understand you taking it, on the spur of the moment, but after you had looked at it, why didn’t you just delete it? You knew that if anyone else saw it and recognised me, it could disgrace both of us, and cost you your job here. Why on earth did you keep it?”

David actually blushed and lowered his eyes to the desk in front of him, but said nothing.

After a moment in which the silence was almost painful, Sarah said, “You promised you would answer, and answer truthfully. Tell me, why did you keep it?”

David looked up at her and his eyes were wet. “That is the one question I hoped you wouldn’t ask” he said. There was a long pause before he said very quietly, “I kept it because it is the only picture I have of you. I know I shouldn’t have taken it and I could have asked you if I could take an ordinary picture of you, sitting at your desk, but somehow, this was so much more … personal, as if you were allowing me to see a much more intimate side of you.”

Sarah smiled at his choice of words. “Well it certainly is a bit more intimate than pictures I usually have taken.” She decided to push a little more. “But why did you want a picture of me? You see me every day, what did you want a picture for?”

David groaned. “I know you will never be able to work with me again when I tell you, but I did promise I would be totally honest.” He was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. “I think you are beautiful. Ever since you were assigned to me as my P.A, I have had to fight to control my feelings for you. There have been attempts from other managers, to steal you from me but I fought them off because I couldn’t bear to lose you. I know you are a married woman and I have no right to feel as I do. I think your husband is the luckiest man in the world, and there is no chance for me, but that doesn’t stop me wanting you. That picture was all I had of you, to look at when I am alone at home. Ever since you came into my office that first time, I have secretly felt like this. Now you know, and you will leave and go to work for someone else.”

Sarah was completely stunned. She sat there looking at him for what seemed like ages, trying to gather her thoughts and work out what she should do about it. She Picked up the camera that had started all this, and dropped it into her bag. David looked distraught, as she stood up.

“I think we could both do with a cup of coffee at this point” she said, “And if you don’t mind, I will hold onto this until we decide where we are going from here. Whatever we decide though, and it will be a decision taken by both of us, I promise you that the discussion, like the photos on this camera, is going to be strictly between the two of us.”

She looked at her watch, “Now! You have a 9:30 appointment, who is probably already waiting in the outer office. I will bring you a coffee,” she smiled at him “And if you are lucky you might even get a biscuit, but try to put all of this out of your head and concentrate on your work. We both need a little time to think about what has been said here. Try to relax, I am not going to say anything to anyone. The pictures are safe, and as far as I am concerned, that side of things has been now been dealt with. I am only holding onto the camera, so you don’t have a fit of ‘excessive righteousness’ and do something you will regret later. We can talk about what stays and what goes when we have more time. Perhaps we could go for a drink after work or something, somewhere quiet where we can speak in private.”

David’s 9:30 appointment was indeed waiting in the outer office, and Sarah apologised to him for having kept him waiting, blaming an urgent matter that they needed to deal with. “Mr Branson will see you now,” she said. “I am just going to get him a coffee, would you like one too?” The man agreed and asked for white, with sugar. Sarah opened the door to David’s office and showed him in. “Mr Brown to see you David,” she said, “I will bring the coffees in a few minutes.” Giving him an encouraging smile, she closed the door.

With her thoughts in turmoil, Sarah headed for the canteen. Something of a misnomer these days because it was just a room with a few tables and chairs, two coffee machines, a sandwich vending machine and another which dispensed sweets and small packets of biscuits. “Not a lot of choice here” thought Sarah, “It looks like it is either ‘Rich Tea’ or ‘Digestives’.” Taking her ‘vend card’ from her purse, she inserted it into the slot and selected a packet of each. “Just as well the company pay for the coffee” she thought, when she saw on the display, how much credit she had left on the card, “I am getting a bit low on there, I will have to top it up.” Taking one of the trays from the side, she put the 3 coffees and the biscuits on it and returned to the office.

Putting one cup on her desk, she tapped on David’s door and entered with the tray. “Biscuit choice gets worse in that machine” she said, with a smile as she put the tray down on the side of David’s desk. As she was about to leave, David said, “Oh Sarah! Regarding that other matter, I will be unable to make that appointment you suggested earlier; perhaps you could contact Mrs Robinson to arrange another appointment, at her earliest convenience. I am anxious to get this sorted out as soon as possible.”

Sarah’s eyebrows rose. ‘Mrs Robinson now am I’ she thought. ‘Does he see himself as ‘The Graduate’ I wonder?’ “Of course,” she said, “I’ll contact her secretary at once to cancel it. Perhaps we can get together with your diary before your next appointment, and then we can arrange another time. I know she is anxious to find a solution to this as soon as possible.”

“As am I, Sarah,” he said, “And thank you for the biscuits, they were unexpected.”

“My pleasure” said Sarah, “Drink your coffee before it gets cold, and DON’T spill it on your shirt. Coffee leaves a stain and you can’t keep sending me out to get you a new shirt so you will look presentable for the rest of the day.” She looked at Mr Brown, “Sometimes I don’t know what he would look like if I wasn’t here to keep him in order.”

David laughed, “I swear she is worse than my mother” he said. As Sarah was closing the door behind her, she heard him say, “An absolute treasure, my life would be hell without her to smooth out the bumps and keep things on track.” Sarah smiled to herself, “You’d better believe it, Buster!” she thought.

About 10 minutes later, David showed Mr Brown out and asked Sarah to come in. As soon as they were sitting in his office, he said, “I am sorry about that, but I wanted to make a suggestion regarding somewhere to talk privately before you made arrangements at home to just go for a drink after work. Instead of doing that, do you think your husband would mind if I took you to dinner tonight, instead? I know a nice little restaurant, where the food is very good, and the tables are set in discreet alcoves. We could talk privately there over dinner and no-one could listen.”

Sarah thought for a moment before answering. “I have a situation at home that I really need to get to the bottom of, and I was going to do that tonight, but it might be a good idea to let that stew for another day. I would have to go home first, to change. I would have to phone John to let him know I will be going out tonight and he would have to fend for himself. Yes, as long as it is understood that this is not a ‘date’, it is purely a discreet meeting where we can clear the air between us over this.”

“Of course,” said David, “I wouldn’t presume it could be anything else. I simply thought this might create a more relaxed atmosphere where we could sort this mess out. I want to thank you for how you have taken this. Most ladies seeing that picture would have gone ballistic, and I would now be clearing my desk, watched by security. There is another thing I am going to do, I am going to go to my bank at lunchtime and stop the mandate for them to collect the payments for the car. It’s the least I can do, after you ha…………… What? What have I said? I thought you would be pleased.”

Never the best at hiding her emotions, Sarah’s face had ‘ANGER’ written all over it.

“You will do no such thing!” She said in a voice that brooked no argument. “What do the payments for the car have to do with this? Do you think that is why I am keeping this to myself? Do you think that is why I copied those pictures in a file on my computer? You say you have feelings for me then you as good as call me a blackmailer?”

David was on his knees in front of her, holding her hands in his, looking up at her. “I didn’t mean that,” he said, almost terrified that he had offended her in this way. “It was the only way I could think of to say thank you.

I have been going out of my mind with worry since I found the camera wasn’t in my briefcase, last night. I came back here at about 10:30 and got security to let me in to search the office for it. When I couldn’t find it I checked your desk and it wasn’t there either, so I thought the cleaners must have picked it up. I knew it hadn’t been handed in, because I had asked security. That’s why I came in early today and had started clearing my desk, because I was sure that I was about to be sacked. When I asked you to come into my office, I was going to tell you that I had lost my camera and if anyone found it and looked at the pictures I would be fired. I wanted to warn you about it, and tell you that one of the pictures on the camera was of you, and I had taken it looking down your blouse and it showed your breasts.

When you put the camera on my desk, I looked at you, expecting you would be furious with me, but you didn’t seem angry and I thought, maybe, if you hadn’t looked at the pictures, I could just delete them, and nobody would know. But of course, you had looked and you did know. That was why I asked if you would allow me to resign and salvage some dignity, instead of being fired. I don’t understand why I am still employed here, and even less, why you haven’t stormed out on me. That’s why I thought I could show my gratitude by cancelling the rest of the payments for the car. I never thought you would see that as an attempt to bribe you not to say anything. Please forgive me, honestly, I never meant it like that.”

Looking at him, kneeling at her feet like he was, Sarah’s heart went out to him. It occurred to her how strange a coincidence this was. The two men in her life, her boss and her husband, within a few hours of each other, were both almost in tears in front of her. “I think you had better get up,” she said softly, all trace of her anger gone. “If anyone comes in, this would be all round the company before lunch, and the assumption would be that we are having an affair. Then I really would have to look for a new job. I am not entirely sure in my own mind, why I am not furious with you about that picture. I know I should be, but I am not. I spent some time looking at it last night, while John was out, and, by the way, he knows nothing about any of this. I didn’t even tell him I had found the camera. The file I downloaded the pictures to is hidden away inside another file where he has no reason to go, so he won’t see it. The file is also password protected so even if he finds the file he can’t open it. I actually think it’s a very nice picture. I am not even going to ask you to delete it …… Well, not as such. I do think you should clear all of those photos from the camera memory, but if you want to keep them, including the one of me, on a secure computer at home, I don’t mind.

Why have I not hit the roof over this? I’m not sure. For one, I actually like working for you. You have been very nice to me from the first day, although I realise now that was probably tied in to why you took that photo of me. You have never given me any cause for concern over the feelings you say have for me, in fact I never even suspected that you thought of me like that at all. Quite frankly, I am flattered. You are a very attractive young man David, and it is nice to know that I can still arouse those feelings in a man, especially one who is several years younger than me. You are intelligent, good at your job and respected. You have a good future ahead of you, and I certainly have no desire to put such a big black mark on that future. You say you have feelings for me, but you respect the fact that I am married. I am going to tell you that I too have feelings for you. Not the same as you say you have for me, but feelings just the same. I really like you, not just as the person I work for, but as a friend, and maybe a little bit more, as an attractive and well mannered young man.”

She pulled on his hands and he got to his feet. “That’s better,” she said, “Now at least if anyone comes in it won’t look as if there is something going on between us. I never envisioned having men on their knees before me. I shall have to think about this new development, I don’t know about this, but I think I could get to like it.”

David looked at her for a moment, trying to decide if she was serious or just teasing him. He hadn’t ever dared to think he would actually do what he had fantasised about in his most private moments. Ever since she had come to work for him, in his fantasies, the place he had longed to be was kneeling at her feet. Here at work he had to be in charge. Sarah was his personal assistant so he was her immediate boss, but away from the office he dreamed of being hers to command. For a few wonderful moments his fantasy had become reality, as he knelt before her begging her forgiveness for having offended her.

Sarah looked at him, standing in front of her with his head still bowed as if he was afraid to look at her face. As her gaze continued down she noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers. ‘O.M.G’ she thought, ‘he has got an erection. But why? Surely it can’t be because I was annoyed with him over the car loan thing?’

“David!” She said sternly, “Control yourself. You had better sit down behind your desk until you have finished playing ‘tents’ in your underwear. I think we do really need to talk about our future relationship, and the sooner we do so the better. Let’s take things one step at a time. As I see it, there are two options. Either I ask H.R for a move, I’ll have to think of a plausible reason why, then you will get a new P.A, OR, we work something out and I remain here. That means that we have to go back to a working relationship and all this has got to stop, now. For myself, I like my job here and, as I said, I like working for you and would like to stay. What do you want?”

Still unable to look her in the eye, David said, quietly “I would like you to stay, if you think you can still bear to be around me, knowing how I feel about you.”

“All right! So we are agreed on that, that we both want to try and continue working together,” She said gently. “In that case I think it is vital we have that private chat, away from the office, to try and work out how we are going to deal with this … personal difficulty.” Her tone changed again, back to the stern tone that controlled John so well. “Sit up straight and look at me when I am talking to you. Behaving like you are at the moment, around the office, is exactly what will make people notice and assume we are having an affair, I know the ‘Jungle telegraph’ in this place and once a rumour like that starts, nothing will stop it. You are still my boss, and you have to behave as such, otherwise I will have to ask for a move, whether I want to or not. We have spent far too much time on this already today, so now I am going to tell you what is going to happen.

You can phone that restaurant and book us a quiet table for 7:30 this evening. You will pick me up at home at 7:00, dressed for an evening out with a work colleague, not someone you are taking out on a date. Leave me to sort it out with my husband. You will not wait in your car for me to come out, you will come to the door like a civilised person would, and escort me from the house. We will have a pleasant meal together, as we have done before, while away from home for a meeting. You will return me to my home by 10:30 at the latest, and if there is more to sort out you will come in and we will discuss it in front of John. I am not having my neighbours seeing you, pull up and wait for me in your car. Then I come down the path, dressed as if I have a date, then returning so late they don’t know what time I came home. At 10:30 they will still be up and see you escort me to my door, which will be opened by John, who will welcome you into our home. All open and above board. Is that clear?” David nodded. “Good, by the end of this evening we will either have sorted out a relationship we can work with, or tomorrow I will ask for a move to another department. Is that also clear?”

David was overjoyed. He couldn’t believe it, she was going to go out to dinner with him. His mind was still on his fantasy when he replied, without thinking, “Yes Mistress.” As he realised what he had said, his hand flew to his mouth as if it could call back that word. The word that he knew could ruin him.

Sarah only just caught the ‘Mistress’ tagged onto his agreement, and the implications of that word spun through her mind and caused a response that she wasn’t expecting, much lower down. She definitely needed some time to think about this situation.

“That is exactly what I am talking about,” she said, glaring at him. “One slip like that in the wrong place and we could both be in serious trouble. We could make a joke of it, maybe once, as we did with Mr Brown, but it would still cause people to look at us more critically, and then the slightest thing could get blown up by the gossips into a full blown affair. If you can’t be more careful, this is not going to work. Whatever we decide this evening, regarding any personal contact between us, here at work, nothing can be allowed to change. In the office I am still your P.A and you are my boss. I am prepared to try to make this work, but you have got to be more careful. Do you understand?”

David squared his shoulders and for the first time in a while, looked into her face. “Yes, I am sorry that will not happen again, but you said ‘regarding any personal contact’, does that mean I can hope there may be some personal contact between us, outside work?”

Now it was Sarah’s turn to look at the floor between her feet. “I don’t know David, honestly, I don’t know.”

She looked up at him. “Last night those photos came as a complete shock to me. I came into work expecting to hand you back your camera and have you wipe the photo of me. Then I would either accept your apology or ask for a move to another department. I had already decided that this would be kept between us, H.R were not going to be involved. What did I get? The apology, which I had already decided I would accept, as long as I thought it was genuine, which I know it was. Then, a confession! You tell me you are, in plain language, in love with me. That was totally unexpected and knocked me sideways. You make a suggestion about the payments for the car, which was unacceptable and I tell you so, and suddenly you are on your knees in front of me, with an obvious erection, begging me to forgive you. I make a decision about arranging a time and place to talk, and you address me as ‘Mistress’, a word that has many meanings, but in the light of what I have seen and what you have said, can mean only one thing.”

“I won’t pretend that the sight of you on your knees asking me to forgive you didn’t have an effect on me, because it did. I won’t elaborate on that, it is too personal. Then you addressed me as ‘Mistress’ and that effect suddenly intensified. Quite a bit if I am honest, so I have to say, ‘I don’t know’. I need time to think, and sitting here with you, I can’t think clearly. So, we will stop this conversation now. We will get back to a normal day’s work, as much as we possibly can, and I will allow you to take me out this evening, so we can talk in private. Now go ahead and book the table. I will phone John and sort out my arrangements for this evening. That is the best I can offer you at this moment David.”

“This evening is going to be difficult for both of us, and there is no point in pretending that it won’t be. You have made a statement that puts me in a very difficult position. I think we can work out something that will make it possible for me to continue to work with you. By the end of the evening I do hope that will be the case, but I am not promising anything.”

Standing up she walked to the door and opened it. Looking back at him, she said “I don’t want to hear anything more about this until you collect me at 7:00. We are here to work, not play, and we both have things to do.”

Back at her desk, Sarah tried to think over everything which had happened since she had arrived at work. David had professed his love for her. His offer of cancelling the payments on the car she knew she had overreacted to, but his response to her reaction had stunned her almost as much as him telling her of his feelings. What had completely thrown her was her own body’s reaction to David, on his knees, begging her forgiveness, and him being so aroused while doing so, that he had an erection.

Suddenly she heard in her mind, John’s voice from last night. ‘I had an erection …… It was what he said …… That I like the thought of him giving you ‘a good seeing to’ …… That he would let me watch to see how a real man does things.’

Things began to come together in her mind. John had always been easy to control, she only had to speak sternly and he would do as she wanted. She had been angry at the suggestion that David had made and seeing how angry she was, he had thrown himself at her feet and begged her to forgive him. He too was sporting an erection, just like John had been last night. Was David’s because he was on his knees, being submissive to her? Was John’s because Mick had suggested what he had? If that suggestion had, had the slightest chance of ever happening, John would have been submissive to both of them? She shuddered at the thought of being touched by that dirty, foul mouthed piece of rubbish. She realised that the thought of David replacing Mick in that scenario, caused a completely different reponse in her. When she had taken control and told David what he had to do, without hesitation he had placed himself completely in her hands, even addressing her as ‘Mistress’. Did John see her as his Mistress too?

She now had two men in her life, her husband and her boss, who was a man she had respect and admiration for, both of whom said they were in love with her and who both seemed to want to be submissive to her. The other thing she didn’t quite understand was, why this situation, far from disgusting her, she found immensely exciting.

Pulling out her mobile phone, she placed a call to John’s private number at work. He sounded really pleased to hear from her, but she told him she was busy and didn’t have time to chat. She told him something had come up at work, and because she and David needed to work out how they should deal with it, he had invited her to have dinner with him at a quiet restaurant he knew, where they could talk without being interupted. “He is picking me up at 7” she said, “So you will have to sort out your own dinner, but I don’t want you going down to that club for a snack. You will stay at home. You can get something from the freezer to eat, and I will be back by 10:30. This does mean I will not be able to find out what that was all about last night, unless you have decided to tell me before I go up to bed, but it doesn’t mean I have forgotten about it. You are still sleeping in the spare room tonight, but the 2 weeks if you haven’t told me what it was about, is deferred, for another 24 hours.” Then she hung up.

Then she used the internet browser on her phone, to look up “Submissive Men” on ‘Google’ where she found a lot of sites, mainly what she saw were ‘porn sites’. She opened one site, where the description looked as if it was more serious than the rest, for someone seeking answers.

It was a plea for help from a lady who had found that her boyfriend was a submissive and wanted to know how to deal with it. The reply that had been posted was very interesting.

It had said that him being sub to her, didn’t have to involve her beating him or anything else that she wasn’t comfortable with. The point was that him being submissive to her, meant that decisions regarding their life together were for her to make, not him, all of them. If she felt he had displeased her in some way and she felt that for this she wanted to spank him for having embarrassed her, that was her decision to make. She would then carry out his punisment, to whatever level she felt his offence deserved, in whatever way she thought appropriate. She might decide he only deserved banishment to the spare room, which might hurt the submissive as much as a spanking, although in a different way, or she might decide he actually deserved a caning. How many strokes and how hard, were again, for her to decide. He ended by saying that as a submissive, her boyfriend would accept whatever she decided. Her decision was made to please her not him. She didn’t have to fulfil any of his fantasies, unless she wanted to.

There was a second reply to this question, where similar sentiments were expressed, but this writer also suggested that, should the submissive’s perfomance in bed not be to his lady’s satisfaction, his punishment for failing her like this, as he said had happened in his own relationship, was that she had taken a lover, causing humiliation to him, her submissive partner. The writer said, he was expected to pick out and make ready the clothes she would wear when she went to meet her lover, and heaven help him if her lover was not pleased with his selection for the night. Her lover never wore a condom, and always finished inside her. When she returned home it was part of his duty to ‘clean up’ any mess. He would perform oral sex on her until she climaxed. Sometimes the lover came to the house, and on these occasions, sometimes he was allowed to watch his partner being satisfied by him, before ‘cleaning up’ afterwards.

Sarah was totally shocked. To her this sounded like the most extreme perversion she could imagine, but then, if John had got an erection when Mick had suggested exactly this, maybe this was what he wanted too.

The suggestion that she might be unhappy with John’s sexual prowess, she thought ridiculous. Just because Mick’s cock was bigger, why did that mean he would do a better job of satisfying her? He had even suggested John might want to watch as he screwed her. If that had been what had given John an erection, no wonder Mick had laughed at him. Did the thought of her with another man turn John on? Did he want her to take a lover?

As that thought came to her, Sarah cried out and dropped her phone in shock. She just sat, staring at the wall, unable to think or to do anything. David heard her cry and came out of his office. He spoke to her, but she didn’t seem to hear him. He saw her phone on the desk and picking it up, scrolled through the question and the answers to it. He quickly put it in his pocket. He fetched a cup of water from the cooler and, returning to Sarah, offered it to her. “Have a drink of water Sarah, please, let us talk about this.” He begged her.

Once again he went to his knees before her, holding the cup of water and gently speaking to her, reassuring her he was there for her, “I am so sorry Sarah, this is all my fault, I will resign, I’ll go. I can’t bear seeing you like this. Please, whatever you want I will do, but please speak to me.” She didn’t seem to hear him, although there were tears in her eyes now. He leaned forward, put his arms arround her and gently kissed her on the lips. “Sarah” he whispered to her, “It’s all right, I am here. Please listen to me. I need you to speak to me, tell me what I must do, please.”

He was about to kiss her again when there was a tap on the office door and before he could respond it opened. One of the secretaries looked in. “Oh God!” thought David, “That was close.” Quick as a flash he said, “Janet! Oh thank goodness. Sarah has had a shock and it seems to have completely stressed her out. I don’t know what to do. Can you help me?”

Janet rushed over and put her arms round Sarah, hugging her and talking to her. After a couple of seconds, Sarah shuddered and the light came back into her eyes. She looked over Janets shoulder at David, who breathed a sigh of relief. Then her arms went round Janet, hugged her close and she winked at him. Then she just began to cry into Janet’s shoulder. David had never even seen her get emotional let alone cry, and like most men, confronted with a womans tears he was lost. Janet just held her and let her cry, then held out her hand for the water, which David gave her. “It’s all right Sarah” she said, “Take a drink of this, you will feel better.” Sarah took the water but was shaking so much, Janet had to keep holding it for her. She took a couple of sips and began to calm down. “Oh God!” She groaned, “What happened?”

“I was in my office,” David replied, “I heard you cry out and came to see what was wrong. You were just sitting staring at the wall. I was trying to get you to tell me what was wrong, when Janet happened by and she came to help.”

“My phone, where is my phone?” Sarah cried, desperate that no one should see what she had been reading.

“I have it here, it is safe,” said David.

Janet was looking into Sarah’s eyes, trying to judge if she really was OK. “I think you should go and get checked out,” she said, “Shall I phone for an ambulance?”

“No, don’t do that, I will be all right now” Sarah said, sounding more like her old self. Then she wrapped her arms around Janet, hugged her, then pulling back just a little, she said, “Thank you, I just needed someone to hold me then.” Their eyes met and as if on impulse, Sarah kissed her. Not a big sexy kiss, but definitely more than a ‘friendship’ touch of lips. Janet didn’t pull away, but, after a few seconds, as if she had just realised what she had done, Sarah Pulled back. “Oh God! I am so sorry,” she gasped “I don’t know why I did that …… I am so sorry Janet…… I didn’t mean …… What must you think of me …… I …… Please forgive me.

Janet held her and gently stroked her hair, “It’s all right … It doesn’t matter, It was just the shock, I was here, and you needed someone. I am just glad I came by and was able to help.” She leaned forward and whispered into Sarah’s ear, very quietly so that David wouldn’t hear, “Actually I rather enjoyed it, if ever you feel the need to do it again, call me.”

Sarah blushed a little and was about to speak, but Janet gave a little shake of her head. Sarah gave a tiny nod to show she understood, then said, “I think I must have fainted. I had a shock and I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning. It must have caught up with me, I will be all right now.”

David looked at them. “Thank you so much Janet, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t happened by.

Janet looked at her watch, “Oh No!” She said, “I was supposed to be with Mr Davies 10 minutes ago, he will be furious, you know what a stickler he is for punctuality. I had better run.”

David put his hand on her shoulder, “Give me a moment” he said. Picking up the phone he checked for the number and dialled. “Peter, It’s David …… OK now, thank goodness. Look, I have Janet with me and I believe she should have been with you. ………… Yes that’s why I am phoning …………… Peter … listen, Sarah has had a bad shock and for a few moments she was hysterical. I heard her, but I am useless if a woman is crying ………… I know, it’s not something us men can cope with, is it. Anyway, Janet was passing on her way to you, heard the commotion and came to my rescue. She took over and it looks as if things are ok now, but she is upset because she should have been with you ……… I know, but I would consider it a huge favour, to me, if you wouldn’t put a de-merit on her file for lateness ……… I really didn’t know what to do and she was wonderful ……… That’s great, I owe you one Peter, thanks. Hang on a minute, a thought has occurred to me, aren’t you looking for a new P.A? ……… Yes, I know, how many pieces of ‘eye candy’ have you interviewed so far? ………… I thought so. Look Peter, I know its nice to have a sexy 19 year old, with legs up to her armpits, to decorate the outer office, but tell me, how many times have you tried to pinch Sarah from me? ……… A word to the wise Peter, if I didn’t have Sarah, after the way Janet, came into an unexpected situation, and calm as anything, took over and set things right, I would take her on for the post in a heartbeat ……… Ha ha ha, In your dreams pal, Sarah stays with me. – But seriously, why keep looking outside, when what to me, looks like the perfect candidate, is right under your nose ………… It’s your decision obviously, but do yourself a favour and interview her. You can do it this morning while she is with you …… Yes don’t make a big thing of it, just an informal chat. I honestly think she could be exactly what you need …… OK. Thanks Peter, and think about that. I’m telling you, there is a lot to be said for having a regular secretary and assistant …… honestly, I would be lost without Sarah and I think Janet could be just the one for you ………… Exactly … Yes, I know she might not be 19, with a mini skirt and big boobs, but have you found one like that who doesn’t have nothing in her head except the latest fashions and a new pair of shoes? ………… Yes I think she is very nice too, but that isn’t why I am suggesting her, what you need is someone efficient who knows what she is doing …… When you need something typing, or some filing doing, do you just ask for someone to come up, or do you ask for Janet? …… I thought so ……… No Way! You find your own assistant. Ask her when she gets there if she would like to apply. She looks to me like she is a very capable lady, and she’s not exactly bad to look at either, but that is secondary. Look, got to rush, thanks for that favour …… Yes! Of course I will let you know how Sarah is …… Speak to you soon … Bye.”