Myra

"May i come in, boss?" Myra knocked and held the door an inch open, smiling through the gap. You look up, pleased to see her as always, and say yes. She walks in, tall and confident as ever, dressed especially attractive today in shining new heels and a skirt that is a tad bit short, with a shirt that accentuates her sweet round bosom. She takes the chair opposite your desk and smiles at you. You smile back but you feel her eyes are different today. They ooze power and authority, they are boring through you as if she can look into the deepest recesses of your mind. You clear your throat. "So, Myra, how's the day looking today?" She smiles again, leans a bit further and says, "You have the day free, BOSS." The way she accentuates her lips while saying this leaves your lips dry. "Free? How come?" You ask with a chuckle, almost scolding yourself mentally for sounding a bit nervous "Coz, Boss, we are doing some..self care activities today." This surprises you "Self care? What do u mean? and why?" She leans back, relaxing, and draws her chair a little back "I mean, something like Your Fetlife Profile." You are shocked and you aren't sure you heard it right "Wh..at?? Fetlife? how do you? i mean, what is that?" She knows you fumbled, and she's not going to let you off now "How do i know, that was your reaction, right? Well, I just know, and its good tbh. I can have my private little slut, and you will get the domme you have always been looking for! How does that sound, my PET BOSS?"