Evie grabbed the box off her desk that held the remnants of her life in the corporate world. Sadly, it encompassed a few notebooks she’d written in, a wilted plant from her bosses a few months ago on the fourth anniversary of her employment at Bowman & Lanchester, and photos of her nieces and nephews. Oh, and let’s not forget the half-empty tube of lotion that lay there looking about as defeated as she felt.
Fuck it all, she thought to herself.
Fuck these holier-than-thou rich pricks that fired her after finding out details of her private life.
Her private life that they’d never known about, if one of the partners wouldn’t have been browsing FetLife and found her dominatrix profile. But noooo, they didn’t hold that against Bowman’s nephew who’d been looking for a bitch to put him in his place and treat him like the weasel he was. Instead, they stripped her of her job that she’d been damn good at even though she hated it, stating she portrayed an indecent image that could darken the pure image of their business.
Pure image my ass! What the fuck ever.
It was time to take the leap and venture out into the world she adored. For a long while now, Evie had considered setting up a website as a professional dominatrix. Now seemed like the prime time to open her dream business.
Discipline & Obedience by Evie.
And heaven help the first poor sap to defy her. She was pumped and ready to put some rich pricks in their place…beneath her stiletto.
As soon as she walked in the front door of her posh flat, Evie dumped the box on the kitchen table and kicked off her heels. Once she filled a wine glass to the brim, she curled up on the sofa with her laptop and began setting up her new site, then linked it to her profile on Fetlife.
Let the fun begin...
Fuck it all, she thought to herself.
Fuck these holier-than-thou rich pricks that fired her after finding out details of her private life.
Her private life that they’d never known about, if one of the partners wouldn’t have been browsing FetLife and found her dominatrix profile. But noooo, they didn’t hold that against Bowman’s nephew who’d been looking for a bitch to put him in his place and treat him like the weasel he was. Instead, they stripped her of her job that she’d been damn good at even though she hated it, stating she portrayed an indecent image that could darken the pure image of their business.
Pure image my ass! What the fuck ever.
It was time to take the leap and venture out into the world she adored. For a long while now, Evie had considered setting up a website as a professional dominatrix. Now seemed like the prime time to open her dream business.
Discipline & Obedience by Evie.
And heaven help the first poor sap to defy her. She was pumped and ready to put some rich pricks in their place…beneath her stiletto.
As soon as she walked in the front door of her posh flat, Evie dumped the box on the kitchen table and kicked off her heels. Once she filled a wine glass to the brim, she curled up on the sofa with her laptop and began setting up her new site, then linked it to her profile on Fetlife.
Let the fun begin...