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good night of sleep was just what the doctor ordered.

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    “Why the fuck are you late?” Denise said as she glared at me. The front desk was immaculate, polished hardwood reflecting the soft glimmer of the rising sun outside. “You slept eighty feet from this desk. How is it possible that you’re late?”

    “Uhh,” I said, pulling out my phone. “I’m sorry, I thought I started at 6am. It’s 6 now.”

    “It’s 6:01. You’re late,” she said, looking me up and down. “Don’t be late again.”

    “Yes ma’am.” I didn’t have the energy to argue. Maggie was a restless sleeper, and at least twice I woke up to find her arm draped over me. If I didn’t know better I’d think she had been trying to cop a feel. When I woke up this morning, she had already been gone.

    “Tell me how things went with Mr. Stannis,” Denise said, going over her appointment book in front of her.

    My stomach flipped. I wasn’t ready for that question. “Things went fine.” Please leave it alone. Please.

    Denise softly chuckled. “Tina, tell me everything.”

    “It’s none of your business. I did as I was instructed,” I said, looking away.

    “So it was just business. A staff member seeing to the needs of a client? Nothing more?” she said.

    “Exactly. It was fine,” I said, relieved.

    “Then you won’t care about what he told me,” she said, an eyebrow going up.

    “What did he say?” I said.

    “Details first,” she said.

    I wasn’t sure how much I should disclose to her. Was she using me as some kind of toy in a game with him? If he already spoke with her, though, how much could it hurt? “I went to his suite. He had me put on a blindfold. Then he…”

    “He what?” she said.

    “He spanked me. Then he tied me up to a rack of some kind.” The words just poured out, and my face felt hot with embarrassment. But there was something else there. Something about this most private thing being made public. It was a turn on! “He had clamps. Clamps for my nipples.”

    Denise's face was stoic, like unmoving stone. I could’ve been reading her a shopping list or the elemental table. My dirtiest encounter, laid out in detail, and she had a poker face. Or she just didn’t care at all.  

    “Then we had sex, and then I left,” I said. It was somehow liberating to say it all out loud, instead of carrying it around like some kind of forbidden secret.

    “He came?” she said.

    “Yes,” I said.

    “Where?” She was fast.

    “Inside me,” I said.

    Denise gave a little nod. “Well, Mr. Stannis said he wanted me to give you something.” She handed me a small box from next to her ledger. “Now go splash some water on your face and get back here in five minutes.”

    I high tailed it to the nearest bathroom. I locked it behind me, and put the box onto the vanity. I opened it. Inside I found a small rounded plastic tube, like a large pill. It had thin bands of fabric attached to it, and when I held it up I saw that it was some kind of G-string.

    A note fell out of the box. I picked it up:

    Tina, your education continues. Put this on. You will wear it all day. Any time I think of you, any time I’m bored, I’ll send a text message to a specific number and buzz your clit. If you give Denise any trouble, I’ll give her the number. I’m sure she could find some websites she could post it to.  

    -Sir

    My pulse was racing. This was nuts. This was beyond crazy. I was just some kind of toy for him, something to play with? I wasn’t going to take this. He had some nerve.

    But then I thought about what he said. About being afraid. Was I afraid of this because it would hurt me? No. I was afraid of it because I didn’t know what would happen. I could run from it, but that wouldn’t conquer the fear.

    Teeth gritted in determination, I took off my pants and underwear and slipped on the device. It had a concave groove, cupping my hooded clit like a glove. I slipped my panties on over it, then my