A week had passed since that Friday I had crawled under Jenny the intern's desk and worshipped her feet, but the occasion had not left my mind for a moment.

Before she sent me home, Jenny had made a few rules clear that night;

1) Going forward, we would both knew I was her bitch, but she would keep this quiet from others in the office

2) I would have to agree with whatever she said in the office, no matter who was around

3) She would make all the rules, including letting me know if she ever wanted me to serve her again.

Given that I was running a...