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Francesca that Sir Striker was trying to break her of the giggling.
    “I don’t think it was a conscious choice,” Sally replied. “For me, it’s ingrained. I feel more of a connection with a man, sexually, when I’m being dominated. My first Master told me it was because I didn’t allow myself pleasure, that I had to be given permission for it.”
    Francesca nodded. She’d heard that before, but she didn’t feel that way. She enjoyed physical events, loved to be fucked, and had no problem with allowing herself to come. The permission part didn’t work for her. So what was it? She didn’t like to give over control; she wanted to keep it. It’s why she was the boss. It’s why she had subs of her own.
    “Thank you, Sally, for your honesty. I’m going out of town for the weekend, leaving in about an hour or so. If you need anything, talk to Nelson, he knows I’m leaving.”
    “Yes, Ma’am.” Sally smiled, and it seemed brighter than it had just a few days ago. Yes, Sir Striker was definitely good for her.
    “Take off at noon, why don’t you. You deserve it for all your hard work. Do some shopping, or just go and play. I’ll let Nelson know.”
    “Thank you, Ma’am.” Sally gave her a salute, and skipped out of the room.
    Francesca picked up her phone to dial Nelson’s extension. He was the perfect example of a submissive man who came hard when you tortured his cock and balls, but in the boardroom he would eat people for lunch, and not need an antacid afterward.
    After she’d told him her news, she turned off her computer and once more contemplated what she was doing. Definitely not submissive, but this would, as Oliver had said, give her a chance to explore something different. If anything, it would provide fodder for a story, anonymously of course, for Salacious .
    I Was a Submissive for a Weekend . Perfect title, she thought as she stood and headed toward the door. It was also the perfect way to look at things this weekend. It was an experiment, nothing more. She’d get a few good fucks out of it, enough to last her until she could find a nice submissive man to start a relationship with.
    Of course, the first thing McDunn was going to have to do was give her an orgasm. He owed her that much, since she’d been good and followed his instructions.
    She’d make him fuck her, then he could take over. Yes, that was the perfect start.
    * * * *
    Oliver trained his binoculars to where Francesca was getting out of her car three floors below. She opened the boot of her luxury SUV, put her hand inside, and pulled it back out, empty, as if she’d changed her mind.
    A smile crossed his face. She’d brought a suitcase, but she was hesitant to bring it inside, which meant one of two things. She didn’t want others to see it because they would know she was staying with him, or she hadn’t totally made up her mind to stay.
    Either way, she was here, and that was a good start. He’d jacked off repeatedly in the last few days just thinking of the beautiful, dark-haired Domme kneeling before him, begging for his dick.
    They were perfect together, and he would prove it to her. By Sunday, she would know they were meant to be together, two halves of a whole. He put down his binoculars as she headed for the building. A few moments later his intercom buzzed and one of his workers informed him Mistress C was here to see him.
    “Send her up.” He glanced at the table where he’d laid out a beautiful outfit for the full-figured woman to wear. While she’d been fighting with the idea of bringing her suitcase upstairs, he knew she wouldn’t need it. He had everything she would require, from clothes and toiletries, to food and, of course, sex. He’d keep her full, and happy, and well fucked for the next two and a half days.
    He hadn’t planned on their relationship starting out with sex, but when he’d seen her at the party, his plans to sit and talk with her had gone out the window. She’d made him lose control and