Baby, You’ve already told me what to wear. The white blouse. The tight black pencil skirt. No bra. No panties. Just the thigh-high nylons you love — and no heels. Just me, exactly how you imagined. I’m waiting in the leather chair by my desk in the bedroom, legs crossed, back straight, hands in my lap like a good girl. The room is quiet, except for the sound of my breath. I feel your instructions wrapped around me like a second skin — obedient, exposed, dripping in anticipation. This is what I want. I want to feel you enter the room and stop to take me in. I want to feel your eyes on me — hungry, proud. You don’t say a word at first, just walk toward me slowly, your silence saying more than anything else could. I want you to lean down, place one hand on the armrest beside mine, and tilt my chin up with the other. “You look perfect,” you’ll say. “But I need to see more.” I want to stand for you. Slowly. I want your fingers to unfasten the buttons of my blouse one by one, letting the fabric slip off my shoulders. I want you to tug my skirt down yourself, letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes pausing at the top of my stockings — the only thing I have left on. I want your fingers to graze the lace there, teasing me for how wet I already am. “So eager for me,” you’ll whisper, “and I haven’t even touched you yet.” I want your mouth on me — slow, reverent. I want to feel your tongue tasting every inch of what’s yours. I want to moan softly in that leather chair as you worship me with your lips and fingers. Then I want you to bend me over the desk, pull my hips back, and slide yourself inside me with that first, slow thrust that makes me gasp. Take me. Fill me. Make me feel everything. I want to hear you tell me how good I feel. How tight. How soft. How mine I am. I want to beg you for more while you use me, own me, ruin me sweetly. Let me cry out for you until there’s nothing left but pleasure. And when I’ve taken all of you — every inch, every word — I want you to lift me up and carry me to bed. I want your arms wrapped around me, your voice soft again. I want you to stroke my hair, kiss my forehead, and whisper that I did everything right. Then fall asleep with your fingers still between my thighs. Just in case your good girl wakes up needing more. Always yours, Your obedient secretary