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I was very new to the game, and was assigned to Darren for my “education”. “Good, now flip her. Do it firmly. Show her who’s boss,” he instructed, without batting an eyelid. I could feel his eyes watching my every move.

She gazed back at me, cold, without uttering a word of protest. I’ve never done this before, and so has she. I was so afraid of breaking her. But I knew that was the whole point. “Come on now. Use your hands and stretch her wide!” he gruffed. I could tell Darren was getting impatient.

“NO! NOT LIKE THAT,” he snapped, startling me. “Proportionately! Hold shift and resize the photo proportionately, for fuck’s sake! Great job, intern. Now you made the model look like an Oompa Loompa.”

My dear readers, I’m sorry for the lack of updates this past week. I’ve been imprisoned in the Pitch Room of Pain, and have been subjected to the most vile form of torture in our business: the Pitch.

I’ll be good and submit more regular stories over this coming days. And as always, if you have any stories of your own, do submit them!

Once a young, wide-eyed submissive like Vicky, Lara slowly clawed her way to the top. Now, the Mistress, as Vicky refers to her behind her back, is in charge. And it seems the Mistress is about to teach Vicky a thing or two about submitting.

“Submit to him,” Lara commanded. Vicky knew her Mistress was getting impatient, but she couldn’t relent. Not this time. “I’m sorry, but I’m not ready. It’s just too tight,” Vicky protested. “You can’t expect me to submit to him.”

This infuriated Lara even more. “I don’t give a damn if you’re ready or not. I don’t care how tight it is. But when your client tells you to submit, you submit.”

Vicky let out a resigned sigh. It didn’t matter that she felt the work wasn’t quite there yet. It didn’t matter that the deadline was tight to begin with. She knew she had no choice but to submit the work to the client.

“You need to learn a thing or two about pushing the right buttons,” she remarked flippantly. Her defiance infuriated him even more. “How dare you?” he bellowed. “The right buttons! Please, these fingers here have been working the right buttons even before you had your first kiss.”

She couldn’t bare to meet his seething eyes. Before she could utter a single word, he growled, “Now, I’m not going to ask you again. No more. Roll over.” Her teary eyes pleaded, but she knew it was no use. She changed the web banner’s call to action from “More” to “Roll over”.