"Even Geno?" Chris asked.She laughed. "Ahh, the prisoner of war? The internal police networks are running hot about him. We're very amused. Yes, even ...im." How come this hasn't been announced?" I don't know." But her smile suggested that she might know and just didn't want to say. Chris put that aside for later reference."I read the paper most carefully this afternoon before coming to find you. I particularly read the Nightrider thing, given what they said about it on the news last night. It's. ” He held out his hand to the man at the desk who appeared to be reviewing security. The woman standing next to him was gorgeous, and hopefully his new boss.“Hi, I’m Jim Halpert, Vice President of Sales, this is Pam Beesley, Regional Manager. You must be the new temp we requested.” Jim said reaching his hand out.“Yes sir, I am. If you could just show me to my work station, I can get started,” Shawn said with a smile as he tried to hide the erection he got from standing so close to a sexy female. It took me several more years before I finally said enough and I walked out. The physical reminders of those beatings no longer visibly seen, but eternally felt. Things I once enjoyed, taken and ripped away as if they were layers of wallpaper to hide a flawed wall. Walls, yes, flawed walls…built up to protect me from the pain inside. For over a dozen years I had been made to believe that I was nothing, that I was stupid and undeserving of anything good. But I was finally free from his fists and. He warned me to be sure to be "pantied, plugged, shavedand in stocking from this day on." I couldn't dream of disobeying hiscommands.Sure enough, Master texted me at work just after 9am, demanding a pictureto prove that I was being a good sissy slut. I practically ran to therestroom so that I could comply with his demand, lest he send anincriminating picture to my boss.For some reason, I put my ear buds back in and listened to the sissy filewhile I worked. I couldn't help myself, it was just.