Boss lady-3

“Why we’ll have to reshape you, I believe, Mr Tim-Tim!” she said gleefully.

“Yes, please!” I blurted out, and my voice quavered. “Just tell me what to do…Ma’am, and I will do it.”

I had never felt so degraded and yet so ecstatically liberated until that moment. I had declared a deep and secret wish. A shameful one, really, since I could no longer see myself as a whole man; a self-respecting man. But one, however, whose destiny was suddenly set ablaze.

“Well put, Tim! And in just a few simple words. The very words I want to hear from a man. Here, kneel on this.” she said, tossing a pillow at me.

“Before you get too comfy, run to the kitchen and make me a screwdriver. Let’s go! Pronto!”

The words sent a thrill through me. Orders. Orders for me from a strong, no-nonsense woman. I would do my very best to impress her! Don’t blow it, Tim!

I stepped briskly to the kitchen and scanned the room for a bottle of vodka. I didn’t see one, so I rounded up the ice and juice. Now I was beginning to get anxious. Where the fuck was this vodka? I wasn’t about to go before her and say I didn’t have her drink!