Chapter Eight
Work-Related Grievance
I never should have started fooling around with my secretary. And I never should have let her in on my secret submission fetish. Now it seems she owns me completely. This evening is entirely typical.
I’m just preparing to head home for the day when she barges into my office and locks the door behind her.
“Where do you think you’re going, Senator?”
“Home,” I answer, hating the pleading, wheedling note already entering my voice but unable to help it.
“No you’re not. You’re staying right here. I’m going to have some outrageous fun with you tonight.”
“But my wife’s expecting me!”
“Too bad.”
“At least let me call her,” I beg. “We’re supposed to go out to dinner, and she’s pissed at me already!”
“Oh well. It looks like you’ll be standing her up aga
