My boss controls everything I do. And I'm starting to love it. When I messed up my boss's huge presentation and lost him his biggest client, I was sure I was done for. I need this job more than anything—without it, I've got nothing. So when he told me to get on my knees and beg to keep working for him... I did it. I blushed furiously, but I did it. That was the start of the end. My boss says he won't fire me on one condition... I've got to live with him for one week while I prove to him I can listen. That I can behave. If it sounds dirty, it's because it is. This isn't a normal job training exercise—this is him proving he controls me. All I wanted to do was keep my job. Now I'm crawling on all fours, wearing what he tells me to, and bending over every piece of furniture in his house so he can punish me for my mistakes. Mistakes I'm starting to make on purpose. Why is this perverted stuff turning me on, changing who I am? And after seven days of this... will I ever be the same again?