Mmmh... it's just a fantasy...

In your fantasy, Andrew calls you into his office. He wants you to take note of what he's going to dictate to you. He sits in front of you and you start writing, but you keep getting distracted by the bulge of his pants: it's huge, long, it moves between the folds of his pants every time your boss...

"Miss Peggy! You're not paying attention."

The tone of his voice scares you. You unconsciously hide behind your notebook and blush. You look at your notes but you can't decipher them. It's gibberish.

"I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me, it won't happen again" you get to say in a whisper.

"Tell me again the last thing I was saying to you."

You can't. You can't. You don't understand anything you've written.

"I'm sorry, sir. I..."

"I see you need a severe reprimand, Miss Peggy. You're distracted and not performing at your job. Allow me to help you get rid of those distractions."

Before you can react, Andrew gets up and with his imposing size advances towards you. You cross your legs, hoping I won't see how wet you are.

With a soft, dance-like gesture, he lifts you up and brings you closer to his table. With the other arm, move everything away and leave room to lie you upside down, with your buttocks up in its direction, almost touching the point on its crotch that doesn't allow you to concentrate on anything else.

"What does you need to stop being distracted? Just ask me."

You want... no, you NEED...

What's going on? This is not you. You have a sensitive, loving boyfriend. You've never been attracted to a man like Andrew and yet your mind has created this fantasy of submission, where you just want to feel humiliated until you recognize that...