Chapter Seven
A long string of days followed where nothing particularly remarkable happened in my s****l life. Not that Garrison didn’t govern me; our agreement remained in place—I had no desire to end it. He was so omnipresent, so close to me almost every hour of my work day, that I felt a constant tickle of excitement. I liked the idea of the sleazy secret life we lived, f*****g, punishment and s****l submission going on inside the office, while the rest of the busy magazine world was oblivious to it all.
Nearly every day, he’d call me into his office or appear in mine and demand a s****l exhibition or s*x. The juxtaposition of these s****l interludes during the working hours was scandalously indecent! He f****d me on his desk; I gave him blowjobs beneath it. He often stripped me of
