Your assistant

Jessica Clover, your own personal assistant. Your mom was always busy, so she had appointed a personal assistant whose job was to take care of your everyday needs and ensure that you follow the tasks she has planned for you.

Jessica was 5' 3", with C cup boobs and in great shape. She was always dressed in a pencil skirt and shirt with a handbag, always looking pretty and smart. She had black hair and Asian features. Whether she is a mixed breed Asian or a pure one, you don't know. You didn't actually know which country/countries she or anyone in the house was from. You had no information about others country, not even your mother's. All of the servants in the house were females. Before today, you didn't even think that this information was relevant.

"Mr. Matt, Miss Ivanovic has informed me that she will be 30 minutes late for your morning yoga session." She said after entering the room.

"Alright, Jessica. I will be ready for the same. I think there is a problem with my bathroom. Can you look into it? " I said.

"What is the issue?" she asked.

"I don't know," I replied.

"Fine, ugh," she exclaimed looking a bit irritated.

She removed her handbag and placed it on the table. She proceeded towards my attached bathroom to identify the issue and then to probably assign the relevant person for the job. I had gotten up from my bed, walking just behind her. She stepped inside the bathroom, looking a bit puzzled. As soon as she was turning around, I quickly closed the bathroom door behind her and latched the bolt.

"Open up! You will pay for this later! I will directly report this to your mother!" she kept on screaming while banging the door.

If everything went according to plan, I think she would not be a problem, and I can have some fun with her.

Through my life, she was always there to make sure I follow a strict timeline. She was the one who suggested that mother homeschool me. She was always a menace trying to make decisions for my life. There was always a stranger controlling my life decisions, along with my mother. It was time to show her where she belonged. MY PERSONAL ASSISTANT!!!

I quickly bolted the door of my room and proceeded to look inside her handbag. Searching through, I found her driver's license and passport, which was exactly what I was looking for. 35 years old... Thai, Japanese, and Korean. I quickly looked up into my book from the drawer to see what her fetishes were like.

Thai meant she liked to dominate people, Japanese meant she had submissive tendencies. Contradicting, I wonder how these fetishes acted. Gulp. Korean meant she liked showing off her body and assets. Clearly.

I didn't know how Thai and Japanese ethnicity will play out. I had not read about this contradicting scenario in the book. I couldn't have had read such a long book so quickly. My plan might backfire and I might be in big trouble. None the less, I felt that I have to give it a shot. There was no other thing that was useful in her handbag. Her cellphone was locked too. I had to think quickly.

A plan entered my mind, and I grabbed a couple of items from my room. Maybe, maybe there is a chance.

I opened the door and moved to the side. No action from inside. No sound as well. Has she escaped somehow? You never know with these small Asian bitches. None the less, I had to check. I tried to peek inside.

Out of the corner of my eye, I sense something moving. Involuntarily, I recede back. That bitch came out swinging. It was time to teach her a lesson. Those morning yoga classes with Ivanovic and afternoon gym classes with Williams will finally come in handy. I was 6 feet tall and this bitch only 5'3". I could definitely take her.

Jessica tried to attack me again, this time with a larger swing. Barehanded. Huh, what a fool. I dodged once again, and this time grabbed her hand. Pulling with some power, I managed to get her out of the bathroom and within my arms length. I quickly rolled her around, and grabbed her from behind. Grabbing both of her hands, I then pushed my cock into her ass. This prevented her from attacking my manhood with her legs as well as giving me pleasure of dry humping her. I made sure to hold both of her hands tightly, she could struggle but could not break free. She tried kicking me as well but it didn't work. This was the easier part of my plan. Controlling both of her hands from behind her, and grinding my cock into her pencil skirt ass, I kept pushing until she was on my bed, her face down on the mattress. She tried to threaten me with her words, but her words didn't even register in my mind. There was only one single goal for me. DOMINATE HER!

I grabbed one of the items I had brought and strategically placed on my bed: my used underwear. Yes, I was commando right now, and I bet she could feel it too. I took my underwear and stuffed it into her mouth. She was shocked. I grabbed my second item, scotch tape. I shut her mouth using the tape.

She had pretty much lost most her strength in that battle of strength with me, it was easy to control her with one hand. Maybe it was the Japanese shit kicking in for her. I then moved her hands behind her back and taped them as well. I did the same with her knees and ankles as well.

The bitch was tied up now, it was time to tame her next.

"For every year of my life, you will receive a gift from me Jessica," I announced to the room and to my bitch. Brace yourself.

SPANK. I spanked that pencil skirt fully clothed 35 year old assistant. "You will count for me, nod your head if you understand."

Spank. Again. Spank. Again. Although, I couldn't understand what she was saying due to the gag I had put on her, I think she obeyed me. I proceeded to spank her 18 times. One for every year I was born.

So far so good. Now it was time for the tricky part of the job. How do I make sure I control this bitch?