Chapter 10

Over the next week, I get into a stride with both of my jobs. At the office, I work out a new dynamic with David, still being my usual self but holding back on some of the jabs and some of the banter where the meaning could be a little dubious. I don’t want to be thinking that way around him during the day.

At The Red Room, David comes three times a week. Every time, he chooses something new, tests it, and tests my reactions. I don’t refuse even once; I find I haven’t wanted to. He still hasn’t touched me again—not with his hands—instead using all the toys, whips, and ropes available to him. I also restart my sub regimen of aftercare—ointments, electrolyte drinks, the works—anything that helps me recover faster and helps me avoid any more “squirmy” moments at the office.

I no longer wear the wig, at his request. I’ve opted to tie my hair up in a ponytail, since I never wear my hair up at the of