......Nowadays I am a technical support team leader for a building supply company, I have been for several years now. I consider myself a professional...and always conduct myself accordingly. At least nearly all the time..........Today at the call center and I was passed a call by Jennifer one of my team.As her team leader I take calls that my team are unable to answer or from irate customers.Jennifer is a long time friend and as it happened knew of my fetish for dirty erotic phone calls and. I thought for sure she had broken the skin as heat around her grip began to build. Just as I was about to cry out she released her grasp and with her palm smacked hard where it had just been. I barked. She spanked the spot again and I barked again. Thats right, bitch. Yell for me, yell for your mama. As she taunted her fingers gyrated inside me, almost in rhythm with her words. With each spanking her fingers seemed to match the blow, torturing me inside and out. She pushed back and forth now,. I felt sorta "loose", and sorta agreeably pliant.I now didn't have much of a objection, when the saleslady helped me outof my skirt, top, pantyhose, and shoes when she asked. She then handedme one of the light blue bras to try on, I hesitated for a moment, andturned my back to put the bra on.In the lab I stood there quietly in my underwear and bra, and watchedwithout curiosity as the saleslady positioned a little shelf above afive gallon glass bottle. It was a very small and flimsy. ”So we tried that along with everything else we could think of. I asked “What do you do when you get ready to send me on a mission?”“I have to tell the powers that be that you will be going, and that you will bring a Damsel back with you.” Jasmine said.“You can’t do that now and your going with me like this makes you a Companion and not a Damsel.”“We could be stuck here,” she thought out loud.“That is a distinct possibility. Or we might have to have a Damsel to activate the portal.”“That might.