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I wasn't even close to calm. A
thousand different thoughts were still going through my head. Some
thoughts dealt with calling for help if my voice ever returned,
others on just fighting him off, and another thought, where I asked
myself what underwear I had on today.
    That
thought went on to be thankful that I had showered and changed before
I came here. I was also thankful that I always went to the bathroom
before I left my apartment. A habit that served me well in life on
many occasions.
    “ I
will begin when you tell me your safe word. By telling me one you
give your consent. Do you understand?”
    I
sighed relieved. A back door to safety had just opened up. I could go
now and this time I would never bother him again.
    Okay,
so I had control, not him. I liked that. I could maybe take a couple
of whacks and then go home and write further on my book which had
been sitting on the back burner for so long.
    Was
it worth it? Probably not. It was time to stop this charade and go
home. I had other things I needed to be doing. My agent made it clear
that she wanted another book as a follow up to the one that would be
filmed, a part two. Something like that would take months. She had
thrown out the idea that it could come out at the same time as the
movie started. No pressure there.
    “ Maybe
if we just talked for a bit then you could relax? You could tell me
your name for example. You already know mine. That would only be
fair.”
    I
tried to talk, but I couldn't. I shook my head and tried to push away
from him. I was swinging back and forth, like a pendulum, between yes
and no.
    This
just wasn't me. It took a bit of braveness to let someone do this to
you. Braveness, I just didn't have. I swallowed hard and wiped away
tears. “My name is Katherine, but it doesn't matter because …”
    “ Because
you're leaving. Yes, I know. You want to go home and feel safe from
me. The only problem with that is, that you will still feel guilty
about the young woman who got fired. You were tired, didn't go to bed
when you should have and you took your tiredness out on a young
woman, who is I guess was just starting out, and who was afraid of
her boss. She has either already been fired or she will be yet today.
It may have happened another day or it may not have.
    “ For
starters I forbid you to drink any coffee in any form for at least a
week. If you could give it up for good, I would be very proud of you.
You have been misusing it as a drug to keep you on your toes for way
too long already. I won't tolerate it anymore. It makes you jumpy and
even mean. I don't ever want to hear that you snapped at anyone ever
again. Now tell me your safe word so we can continue.” He was
rubbing my shoulders very gently.
    “ What
do you mean no more coffee? Like none?” The idea of that was
scaring me even more than the idea of him spanking me. “You don't
understand, I need it for work. I sometimes work odd hours. It helps
me bring the performance that is expected of me.”
    “ I
too expect performance from you. I expect you to obey me and to be
civil to others. You weren't, and now I have to step in. You are
forcing my hand in this. This may seem drastic now but once you
kicked the habit you will feel so much more in control of your own
life. Are you good at what you do?”
    That
was an odd question to be asked today. Today of all days. I should be
at home dancing around in my socks, drinking a glass of champagne and
singing 'I'm in the money. The sky is sunny'.
    But,
no I was here at some stranger's, let's be honest that is really who
he was, spread over his lap, waiting to be punished, on a day I had
actually planned to do a little internet shopping and purchase a few
things that I had had my eye on for a while.
    “ Are
you good at what you do?” he repeated.
    “ Um
– I guess so.” Why was it hard for me to admit the truth. I
didn't want him to dig deeper. I could be looking at million dollar
homes right now and he lived in a small