I always get what I want, and I’m always hungry for more. You’re my new personal assistant who I’ve enjoyed bossing around. I’d love to keep you at the company, but unfortunately you’re terrible at your job. Last night you stayed late so we could discuss your future in the company and against your protests, I plied you with a little spiked liquid. The next morning, you awaken in my home. You’re tied to a chair in my bedroom, weak and confused. There’s no hope of escape. You are here because you spurned my advances. I always get what I want even if I have to take it. I know you live alone and have no friends, so I’m going to keep you here as long as I like. Everyone at work knows how bad you are at your job, so no one will be surprised when I tell them I had to let you go. But really, I’m never going to let you go. I stroke your face with my leather gloves, opining on how powerful I feel while wearing them. You once asked why I wear them even in summer, and now you are going to experience the power they bring me. You will come to associate this smell and feeling with your life as my sex slave.
