For Mister Grey
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rinkhcTitle: For Mister Grey
Fandom: Secretary
Prompt: Self-harm
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 584
Warning Notes: Mention of previous self harm. S&M, No other standard notes apply.
Summary Lee Holloway has finally found someone that understands her.
Lee Holloway hated to go home most nights. Going home from the office meant being away from Mister Grey. She felt safe at work, sitting at her desk, typing and answering phones. It was her place. She enjoyed being his secretary, performing the tasks he set for her. When she went home, she felt adrift, without instruction or purpose. Being Mister Grey’s secretary had become what she was meant to do, it gave her definition and direction.
Sometimes, when she was home alone, she missed her kit, with all her tools. But he had told her to stop. So, she had stopped and tossed her kit into the river. But she still missed it occasionally. She still felt the old urge. The bad urge, according to her doctors. Mister Grey had told her she was not to cut anymore. It was hard, but she would do as he said.
She liked to file. Filing was very easy. Put things in folders and putting the folders in alphabetical order, and then putting them in the drawer. Mister Grey appreciated it when she could find something he wanted quickly, because she had filed it properly. Answering the phones was easy, she liked talking to the clients briefly before passing over the call. Lee would do anything Mister Grey asked of her, no task was too big or too small.
The first time he had swatted her on the ass, she had been shocked. Too shocked to protest. Something warred within her, telling her she ought to protest, but she did not want to. He hit her again. And she liked it. She had closed her eyes and waited for the next smack to land on her bottom. It was almost as much for herself as it was for Mister Grey.
The Spankings continued and she grew to love them. Lee could not imagine any other life now. When he spanked her, she felt cared for, it was attention that she had never received before. She was comfortable with him. She was happy.
She sat at her desk, listening to Mister Grey talk on the phone. She slid her chair back slightly and looked over her tidy desk. She spread her legs apart and reached down and pressed her hand into her lap. She sighed heavily as she thought of Mister Grey in the other room, working while she waited for him to call on her again.
Her panties were wet, and had been since he had spanked her that morning. She rubbed her thighs together as the phone rang. She needed to take this call for him. She slid her chair back into place. There was a telemarketer on the other end of the call and she quickly declined their product.
Lee wondered what else Mister Grey might have her do. She touched a hand to her hair, patting it, making sure no strands were hanging down. He wouldn’t like that. She had to be neat and tidy, she was representing him to anyone that came into the office.
“I’m a secretary,” Lee whispered, rolling a fresh piece of paper into her typewriter. “I am the secretary for Attorney E Edward Grey.” It gave her a little thrill, saying that. She rubbed her thighs together again under the desk.
She felt things now, things she had never felt before, things she thought she couldn’t feel with or about anyone, because she was Mister Grey’s secretary. He gave her purpose, he had saved her life.
The End
Fandom: Secretary
Prompt: Self-harm
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 584
Warning Notes: Mention of previous self harm. S&M, No other standard notes apply.
Summary Lee Holloway has finally found someone that understands her.
Lee Holloway hated to go home most nights. Going home from the office meant being away from Mister Grey. She felt safe at work, sitting at her desk, typing and answering phones. It was her place. She enjoyed being his secretary, performing the tasks he set for her. When she went home, she felt adrift, without instruction or purpose. Being Mister Grey’s secretary had become what she was meant to do, it gave her definition and direction.
Sometimes, when she was home alone, she missed her kit, with all her tools. But he had told her to stop. So, she had stopped and tossed her kit into the river. But she still missed it occasionally. She still felt the old urge. The bad urge, according to her doctors. Mister Grey had told her she was not to cut anymore. It was hard, but she would do as he said.
She liked to file. Filing was very easy. Put things in folders and putting the folders in alphabetical order, and then putting them in the drawer. Mister Grey appreciated it when she could find something he wanted quickly, because she had filed it properly. Answering the phones was easy, she liked talking to the clients briefly before passing over the call. Lee would do anything Mister Grey asked of her, no task was too big or too small.
The first time he had swatted her on the ass, she had been shocked. Too shocked to protest. Something warred within her, telling her she ought to protest, but she did not want to. He hit her again. And she liked it. She had closed her eyes and waited for the next smack to land on her bottom. It was almost as much for herself as it was for Mister Grey.
The Spankings continued and she grew to love them. Lee could not imagine any other life now. When he spanked her, she felt cared for, it was attention that she had never received before. She was comfortable with him. She was happy.
She sat at her desk, listening to Mister Grey talk on the phone. She slid her chair back slightly and looked over her tidy desk. She spread her legs apart and reached down and pressed her hand into her lap. She sighed heavily as she thought of Mister Grey in the other room, working while she waited for him to call on her again.
Her panties were wet, and had been since he had spanked her that morning. She rubbed her thighs together as the phone rang. She needed to take this call for him. She slid her chair back into place. There was a telemarketer on the other end of the call and she quickly declined their product.
Lee wondered what else Mister Grey might have her do. She touched a hand to her hair, patting it, making sure no strands were hanging down. He wouldn’t like that. She had to be neat and tidy, she was representing him to anyone that came into the office.
“I’m a secretary,” Lee whispered, rolling a fresh piece of paper into her typewriter. “I am the secretary for Attorney E Edward Grey.” It gave her a little thrill, saying that. She rubbed her thighs together again under the desk.
She felt things now, things she had never felt before, things she thought she couldn’t feel with or about anyone, because she was Mister Grey’s secretary. He gave her purpose, he had saved her life.
The End