More Administrative Duties
“So finally out of the office, Ryan. And you’ll be seeing how I earn my pay at JWW... and how you will be earning yours.”
It’s Monday morning. Ms. O’Brien drives. I sit in the passenger seat. Yes, it is good to be relieved of the endless office tedium... sharpening pencils... organizing paper clips... counting the reams of paper. But like this?
“Why so glum? Rather have your clothes off?” Ms. O’Brien banters.
“Where... who will see me like this?” my quest almost tearful.
“To whomever I want to show you,” her tone becoming strict and threatening. “You’ve been collared before.”
Yes, about my neck is a leather collar. Not the high and constricting prosthetic collar worn when I perform, but similar to that donned under Miss Rica’s tutelage during bathroom duty.
