But I managed to get myself under control and told them I must be coming down with the flu that’s been going around. Oh, Sir, I can’t begin to tell You what a relief it was to throw off my public self along with my horrible clothes; to kneel and spread my legs again for You, wearing nothing but my soaking wet, multiply-stained, stinking “Disobedient Little Slut” panties; to hold my breath while I pushed the button that would connect me to You, unable to let go until that moment when you answered. “Yes, Sir. It was as if you were using them to pull me to my feet. Oh, Sir, I really had to fight to keep from crying again, especially when You lowered one palm to my belly and began making slow, warming circles while You continued to kiss me and I made little moaning sounds of pleasure against Your mouth. It felt so completely strange to be outside in the ‘real’ world again after all the hours in my office focused on nothing but You, Sir, and what I have become at your hands. But after a moment You began stroking my hair as I yanked down Your pants and underwear and I took that as permission.
