"Mr. Stiles, I have those forms that you requested," Daniel reports as he hands me the documents of all of our newest members and the newly implemented policies.
"Thank you, Daniel." Daniel Roaring, he has been my personal assistant at the firm for the past 11 years. He has served me faithfully without fail. He and Joshua Carson my butler know things about me that not even my wife knows.
"How are the plans coming along for the 7th Annual BDSM Awards Banquet?" I asked flipping through the new members' profiles to make sure that I didn't miss anything in anyone's orientation before looking over the new policies.
"Things are going well. Joshua has things in order as always. I have ordered the trophies, invitations, and just waiting for the finalized nominations form." Daniel states promptly and confidently.
"Do not implement this policy until the new trainer is awarded," I tell him going over it again. 'Current slaves must be sent to the new trainer for reeducation if requested by their Master/Mistress. Reeducation requests are only accepted if a slave becomes petulant and they are part of an Absolute Power relationship; the exception to this rule are switches.'
"Yes sir. Also, Steven is asking to parade his slaves around the club again. He will continue to ask until you say yes."
Laughing I say, "He will just have to continue asking as he has done for the last five years and my answer will continue to be 'no'. This is going to always be an issue with him, just ignore him. That reminds, quickly enforce this 'no public humiliation outside of the monthly Humiliation Trails' policy. And take Miss Thompsons' papers to combine them with Mr. Yoon and Mr. Hyun. They're not going anywhere." I predict.
The pair have found the woman that each of them was looking for and she has found the man she was looking for with a little extra by taking Peter.
"Oh, here are the financial records from Dimacorp Enterprises that you wanted to look over."
"Thank you, Daniel."
Ah, it's so refreshing to be out of the office. Nothing like coming home, kicking off my shoes, untying my tie, and cutting back with a glass of gin on the rocks.
"So, you're home. You didn't think it necessary to announce that you have returned." Johanna pouts, as she walks towards me to pounce onto my lap.
"Johanna…" I breathe somewhat annoyed as she sits on my bent right knee.
"Do you want a massage? I can run you a nice hot bath." She says tentatively reaching out to massage my left thigh.
Taking a gulp of my drink, I place my hand firmly around her waist and press her cleverly exposed cleavage into my face. I inhale heavily then exhale just a heavily. Sliding back into the large leather chair, I rest my head on the brim of it and close my eyes.
I feel Johanna place her right hand on my chest for a moment then move it back to my thigh to continue massaging it.
"You know…if you would let me help with the club sometimes it might help to relieve some of the pressure that you're under." Johanna says boldly yet hesitantly.
Nothing new here. Just as Steven's relentless pursuit of trying to get his way, she is the same. This is probably the twentieth time in eight years since I founded the club that she has asked to help me run it. Truth be told it would not only take pressure off me but also off Daniel and Joshua. However, …
"I don't think so, dear. It's not appropriate for you to be in the club. It's enough to have you attend certain club activities, but that is as far it goes. Do I really have to have this conversation with you again Johanna?" Annoyed again, I tell her to go run that bathe that she had mentioned.
Finishing my drink, I head upstairs to the master bedroom so that I can hop into the Jacuzzi inside of the bathroom that is three inches from the bedroom. Aaahh, I sink into the Jacuzzi letting the hot waterfall over me as I submerge completely into it. Johanna sits beside it with her hands palms down and her forearms placed straight on her thighs sitting in a chair with her back straight and her head down waiting to bathe me after she had folded my clothes and placed them inside of their garment bag to be dry cleaned. So obedient, my wife, things have become a daily habit that I don't have to tell her the same orders twice. I give Johanna free will, but this is an Absolute Power relationship from the day she said I do.
I trained her well.