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"Good morning," she says with a smile.

"Erica, would you happily give me your panties, or would you rather happily give me your bra?"

"I guess my bra," says Erica happily. "Want me to bring it to your desk?"

"I'll get it from you in a few minutes."

"No problem!"

"Thanks." You watch her call one of the secretaries to answer the phone while she ducks into the bathroom.

You head back to the store room where your small desk tucked away among file cabinents and shelves of law books.

Along the way you see Briana, one of the paralegals. "Good morning, Briana," you say.

Briana looks at you for a moment.

She could never remember your name. "Oh, good morning," she says, giving up on remembering it.

"Briana, would you rather call me 'Master' or would you rather call me 'Sex Lord.'?"

"Both are stupid," she says, "but I'll call you Sex Lord. You are not my master."

"Would you rather obey me or would your rather obey all men?"

"Just you."

"Fine, go into the store room, remove your panties, and put them on my desk then hike your dress up to your waist, bend over my desk, an wait for me."

"OK, Sex Lord," she says. She blushes and looks confused and scared.

You watch her walk into the storeroom, and you wait a minute before entering and see her bent over yoru desk with her bare ass on display.