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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: What are your deepest, most secret desires? Do they involve the kiss of a whip against your bare back, the feel of a palm swatting hard against your unprotected ass, the click of handcuffs around your wrist? If so, you are not alone. The characters in this collection experience that same kind of discipline and restraint. In Local Boy Makes Bad, an interview with a producer of bondage films offers Holly the opportunity to experience at first-hand her fantasy of being bound and helpless. Hope, in Take Your Slave To Work Day, couldn't have expected what happens when her mistress takes her away from her familiar domestic routine and back to the office where she once worked. In Princess Academy, a spoiled little rich girl is the ideal candidate to receive a very special lesson in manners from the head of the eponymous Academy. Not to mention the experiences awaiting the scantily-clad holidaymaker who pushes her teasing exploits too far in Flaunting It, the sissy maid striving to please her most demanding mistress in Tulip Serves Tea, or the builder who fulfills all his best friend's kinkiest fantasies in Remodeling. As for the rest of the stories -- but that would be giving too much away... Elizabeth Coldwell lives and writes in London. Her stories have been published by Black Lace, Cleis Press, Total-e-Bound and Xcite Books among many others.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [189 KB]
Words: 43009
Reading time: 122-172 min.

TAKE YOUR SLAVE TO WORK DAY

I realized you had something special planned for me when I saw the outfit you'd left hanging in front of the closet. Usually, I step out of the shower, buckle my black leather collar around my neck and am ready for whatever the day may have in store. So to see the neat gray skirt suit and white blouse with the cute ruffled front, along with a polka dot patterned bra and panty set, was a shock to say the least.

If nothing else, it reminded me of how I used to dress when I first met you, before I became your full-time slave. In those days, I was just the girl who brought your coffee and answered your post. You were everything I dreamed of being; a woman at the top of the corporate ladder, with a six-figure salary, a corner office and the respect of everyone beneath her. Gradually, you showed me the folly of those dreams. You opened up a part of me I hadn't even known I possessed, a part that yearned to be subjugated and disciplined. You eventually told me, a long way down my path to submission, that you'd recognized my desires the moment I tippy-toed into your office, clearly more than a little in awe of the power-dressed blonde on the other side of the desk.

Happy to be your personal assistant, I didn't know you had anything out of the ordinary planned for me, until the afternoon I failed to e-mail an important document to a client in Hamburg on your behalf. At five o'clock, I was getting ready to leave for the night when you called me into your office.

"Hope, I'm very annoyed with you." In those days, you still called me by my given name -- a name I really have to search my memory to recall, it's been so long since I was known as anything other than Slut.

"Did I do something wrong, Miss Hannigan?" I was taken aback at your curt tone. You'd always been so warm and friendly to me up to that point. I didn't know you were softening me up for the moment when you revealed your true, dominant nature.

"Herr Brunning in the Hamburg office has been waiting all afternoon for the summary of the Vistranet account. The figures you were supposed to send him."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll go and do it right away." I turned to leave the office. It would only take me a couple of moments to power up my PC and e-mail the necessary document over to Germany. I couldn't believe I had been so careless as to forget about it in the first place, but I was determined to prove to you I could rectify any mistakes I made.

"You're not going anywhere. You need to be taught that I don't tolerate sloppy work, Hope."

On the other side of your office wall, I could see people pulling on their jackets, gathering up their possessions, wishing each other a cheerful goodnight as they made their way to the elevator. Everything looked so normal; why did it seem that, here in your office, the atmosphere had changed subtly, as though I was one step away from walking over the edge of a cliff?