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So, originally, I went to college to be an Executive Assistant. It was always super appealing to me, the movies where she's the assistant and she keeps the big CEO all organized, and picks up all his dry cleaning, and is the one he relies on. Like, that's "what I wanted to be when I grew up."
A fucking assistant.
Had no clue why that was so alluring, especially being that young. I was 19! Like, aim a little higher, right?
And then fast-forward to adulthood, and I'm sent to therapy for "the disease to please" because I will literally do absolutely ANYTHING my "friends" would ask of me, and it always just fucked me over.
RomanticSadist:
?? Please tell me you watched The Secretary
Sienna:
Is that a serious question, Sir?
RomanticSadist:
I just want to be sure.
I actually WOULD be disappointed if you said no.
Sienna:
I'm sorry, Sir. Yes, it's very high in my spank bank, Sir.
The only thing I think I've orgasmed to more is the priest from Stigmata.
And yes, I was raised Catholic, Sir.
RomanticSadist:
REALLY?!
Sienna:
??
RomanticSadist:
Stigmata, not the Catholic thing
Sienna:
Yes, Sir lol
RomanticSadist:
I was raised Catholic, altar boy, boy scout…
Honors classes, played D&D
Sienna:
?? I fainted on the altar the first time I served, because I got too hot in the robes under the lights. They fed me a banana. I still remember that LOL
But side note: I have a request, Sir. I don’t want to call you by your real name, even in my head. I’m sure you know the psychology, how it takes you out of the world you’re trying to stay submersed in and places you back in reality. And I know you like to be called Sir, but like… it always seemed weird to me to think of it as someone’s name. Like if I were to talk about you to my best friend, it feels odd to say “Sir turned me into a puddle of goo on his chest, and I definitely left behind drool when I finally came out of my stupor.”
Oh, are we competing to see who was the biggest nerd/good girl/boy, Sir? Because I was the district champion in BOWLING in high school, Sir. It's the only sport I was ever good at lol
RomanticSadist:
Hmm… then your grip on my dick should've been more impressive.
And yes, little one. I haven’t completely decided on your official nickname yet, so that’s why you’ve gotten lots of generic endearments while I get to know you and pick one that fits you perfectly. But you are more than welcome to do the same for me. In fact, I’d love to know what a chart-topping wordsmith would choose to call me.
Sienna:
Rude, Sir. I was having issues with my heart rate.
So hear me out, because I want you to know what a big deal this is, Sir. At first, I was thinking “Doc,” because you remind me so much of my amazing therapist Dr. Neil Walker. Like, it’s kind of eerie how alike y’all are as far as this… I don’t really know how to put it. This “all-knowing” protector sort of vibe? It’s very, very attractive.
But don’t worry, he’s extremely happily married, and his wife is one of my good friends. IDK if you’re the jealous type or not… but just in case, yeah. Nothing to worry about there, Sir.
Anyway, so I thought about calling you my very own Doc, but that could get weird, ya know? Two Docs? Totally confusing. Especially since you work at a home improvement store and aren’t actually a medical professional. That would be strange, right?
But I digress. Again. So! I nixed that idea, but I also can’t keep thinking of you as Gym-slash-Dumpster Daddy. That’s way too much. And I don’t have a Daddy kink, so Daddy by itself would just be weird. Plus, too generic. Totally overused.
So finally, what you just said about being an altar boy finally gave me my lightbulb moment, Sir. Do you happen to remember how I told you my series is about a hot priest who hears confessions and talks with those in his parish needing guidance after being terribly hurt, and then he formed this group of men of the church who… help the people heading to hell to move along a bit faster than their natural pace? I always say he’s my favorite voice in my head, my fictional guardian angel.
Before I met you, no one truly seemed to get me. Yes, my best friend loves me despite all my… quirks, but not even she truly understands me the way you do, Sir. So, as sad as it sounds, I had to write myself an imaginary friend, and I made him talk to and understand these heroines who go through some of the shit I do. And you’re like my favorite voice, my guardian angel, my imaginary friend who really gets me, has been brought to life. So if you like it, I’d really love to call you by his name, because I mean that as the HIGHEST compliment I could possibly give a real person, Sir.
