Why do we even pretend that you're in charge around here? You've been so eager to get me alone in your office, to see what sultry outfit I'm wearing underneath my work clothes, for our daily worship session. I've brought the "special document" that you requested: yesterday's worn panties. Do you want them, pervert? I order you around and put you in your place. I let you be a weak, submissive, little bitch in front of me. You need this. You need me to be able to function normally. You crave the pleasure, the pain, the praise, the criticism. Of all it. My dominant presence in your life keeps you motivated and it makes you feel alive.