Just had the strangest memory flash while filing quarterly reports. This one time on set, a director made me kneel naked in a pile of paperclips for an hour before letting me suck his cock. The weirdest part? I didn't even care about the pain - I was just so fucking grateful he'd chosen me. Now I'm sitting here with my sensible cardigan buttoned up to my neck, wondering if I'd still drop to my knees if my accountant told me to. This cunt gets wetter thinking about being punished than about any 'normal' fantasy. Maybe I should just accept that my pussy was made for degradation, not dinner dates.