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It did not take long for Casey to find suitable vacancies. She targeted various jobs and found herself with two interviews in quick succession. One was for a job she truly wished to be offered. The telephone call arrived the morning after her interviews, and she bounded into Rob’s study gleefully.
“I got the job!” she announced.
“Which one?” he asked, putting down his pen.
“The legal firm, the general office manager.” Casey could not believe her luck. Her connection to Rob’s professional expertise had paid off; they had been impressed with her legal knowledge and even suggested they would sponsor her to become a paralegal.
His words of congratulations were quickly turned into smothering kisses of delight. “I want you,” he murmured into her ear as his hands roved over her body.
“Please,” she said in answer.
“Go up and wait for me,” he said, patting her bottom.
She waited in her customary place, knelt naked by the bed. Though it was daytime, she felt it was appropriate and needed. She so much wanted to show Rob her appreciation, to reward his efforts in taking her on as his assistant and teaching her so many wonderful lessons.
Opposite her was a chest of drawers, its contents well known to her. It was where he kept his favoured toys. Not the discipline ones that he stored in his study but the sensually divine ones he used on her in the passion of lovemaking. She hoped he would open one of those drawers.
His footsteps could be heard cre
aking up the wooden staircase. She kept her eyes off the door as he swung it open. She dare not look at him, fearful she would swoon for him and lose her composure. Patiently, she waited as he had taught her over the preceding months. His jacket was hung up, his socks removed, and his shirt tossed in the dirty laundry basket. Then he moved to the drawers, and pausing, he tapped a finger on the top of the chest. Her heart thumped in time to his beats. He was considering his actions.
He chose a flogger, a favourite one made from the softest of suede. Her insides twirled into a knot of excitement.
“Two pillows.” He pointed at the bed, and Casey positioned two pillows on top of each other in the middle.
“Over,” he said next, and she complied, lying over the pillow with her bottom raised high and slightly bent. She had the audacity to spread her legs slightly, allowing him to see her. He chuckled but did not complain.
“I’m going to flog your tender hind,” he said softly, swinging the flogger about in the air, creating a breeze above her body. “You can come when you want. I will flog you until you come.”
A thousand butterflies were released in her body. They zipped about, and she pulsated with their movements. He had never instructed her to come before. She normally asked him when she was ready, and he generally gave her permission without hindrance.
It took no more than twenty strokes of his flogger for her to cry out and writhe about. As he lashed down on her bottom, she lost control, and her orgasm was strong. Rob chortled in delight, and she relished him witnessing her uninhibited pleasure.
“That one was for you,” he said, beginning to remove his clothes. “The next are for me. For me, Casey.”
“Yes!” she squealed in delight as she felt him move behind her.
She had been educated by him. Taught how to please him. When to move and when to lie perfectly still. Positions she had not known she could put her body in had been accomplished, and the art of controlling her orgasm was nearing completion.
There was the powerlessness of being taken and used. Dreams and fantasies that had once frequented Casey’s mind were regularly acted out with care and control. She had the ability to end it all if she chose, and although she had occasionally struggled and had to dig down deep within to remain obedient, she generally enjoyed his toys and implements. Little sensual things, like nipple clamps, which had driven her wild and wet, had caused Rob’s cock to swell. There had been moments when masterful words had seeped into her ears as he brandished his vocal chords. He had known when to cajole her into something she found humiliating and when to praise her for trying hard with her burgeoning sexual skills. Conditioned to respond to his voice, especially to certain tones, she now complied without hesitation to his instructions.
When the playtime was complete, they ended in the fashion they both had come to adore—simple lovemaking with no embellishments. There were no blindfolds and no spanking or denying her orgasms. Instead, they explored each other in a subdued state of erotic hedonism. Casey loved to rise up and down on him, impaling herself on his cock and beholding the sight of Rob’s ecstatic face. Casey’s resolve was nearly destroyed by his actions that night, and yet she managed to surrender to him with no fear or anxiety about her future.
* * *
The next day she signed a new contract with a new employer and began the next stage of her life. Little did her new employer know what she did at night and on the weekends. Why, on certain days, she sat gingerly at her new desk and smiled covertly, or how, on the odd weekday, Rob would sent her a text message with a certain instruction, which she immediately carried out. That her flushed features were not necessarily due to the heat of the office but due to her being sent to the restroom to finish another task she had been allotted by her previous employer. Rob never let go of Casey completely. The contract for her role as personal assistant may have been rescinded, but the one as his loyal lover and submissive remained wholly intact and immovable—until one bitter day.
Chapter Fourteen: The Breakdown
A new job meant a different routine for the day. At breakfast Casey made a packed lunch and ensured there was food set aside for Rob’s lunch. Next, there was the commute to the neighbouring town, which varied in length according to the traffic but was generally easy. Work initially had been a joy, but then as she moved out of her probationary period, it grew demanding. Her confidence had taken a knock as she found that juggling multiple tasks, ensuring all the solicitors and clients were happy, and familiarising herself with the special legal jargon used by the partnership required an enormous amount of concentration.
Fretting over evening meals, Casey was grateful for Rob’s reassuring comments and advice. However, she did not have him by her side. She had to manage on her own. His training had proved invaluable though. She concentrated on preparation, learning about her colleagues’ requirements and being polite to those about her. Her administration skills were complimented and generally found approval. Her legal knowledge was sufficient and growing in breadth. All seemed well, even though she occasionally slipped down the slope of self-doubt and anxieties.
The day ended with a drive home along various roads in her Mini. The archaic automobile continued to judder and rattle, yet Casey loved her little car. Its interior was battered and tarnished, the gearbox needed lubricating, and the clutch slipped occasionally, but she would not part with it. The radio was tuned to her favourite station, and with a warm glow in her heart after a particular productive day’s work, Casey had a thought pass through her head that some almighty bubble was about to burst in her life.
It was not a bubble that burst. It was her front tyre.
The car ground on the tarmac and swerved slightly to one side. Fortunately, the car found a path to the side of the road where it was broad, leaving the Mini out of the way of the traffic. Casey switched off the engine and slammed her hands on the steering wheel. It took a number of steady, deep breaths before she could face looking at the ruptured tyre. She kicked it and then winced. Her shoes were not suitable for punishing the tyre.
