Taken from the dark age play book:
Gratification: Volume Four
Available on: Kindle and Kindle Unlimited
here is a little story about the consequences of taking what isn’t yours.
With Her Hand in the Cookie Jar –
“Jessica,” Miles said, walking out of his office. “We’re going to be closing two hours early tonight. Lock the front door and begin to shut things down.”
“Okay,” Jessica said, stunned by this decision.
They had never once closed early in the eight months she had been working there. The SubHub was always open until 10pm, seven days a week. It was perfectly located a quarter mile off the nearest highway. Easy to get to and easy to get right back from. The spread of sub choices was extensive and the prices were cheap. And they always had a last-minute rush that sometimes kept them open until 10:30 pm or later. But that wouldn’t be the case tonight.
But she wasn’t going to ask why they were closing early. It worried her a little as it sounded like she was going to lose two hours of pay and every penny in her paychecks went towards something.
She was as broke as could be and making no ground up at all.
Locking the front door, she began breaking down the make table, emptying the toppings station into containers and taking the metal tins to the back for washing. Miles was sitting at his desk, tabulating the numbers for the week. All he needed were the numbers from that day to finalize the sales report and send it to corporate for review.
He walked out to the cash register – shutting it down, getting its receipt report and emptying the drawer of all cash.
“When you’re done closing down, please come to my office before leaving,” Miles said to Jessica before returning to his office and closing the door.
What was going on? This was very much unlike him, shutting down early, closing the office door and now wanting a meeting with her. He was always sociable and when she closed a shift with him, he usually assisted her in the shutdown cleaning and process.
Jessica got this job because she had met Miles on a kinky website. They lived very close to each other and he offered her a job as she needed one desperately. She had just moved to the area and got an apartment and was looking for work.
That was eight months ago. And for as crazy as it may have seemed that she got a job because online, on an adult website, she stumbled across the general manager of a sub shop near her, it was actually a wonderful starting point.
Getting the mopping bucket and wheeling it up to the front of the store, she began the long process of mopping the floor. It was the lengthiest part of closing. And once she was done, she would have to carefully tiptoe out of the store to not leave footprints on the wet floor. But on this night, the floor would be dry before she left … provided her meeting with Miles took a few minutes, at least.
While mopping, she thought back to quite a few nights of closing with him in the time she had worked there when they would sit down for a few minutes and share a little about their kinky selves.
He explained he liked to have control over someone, having her comply to his commands without hesitation. She explained she was submissive and enjoyed feeling like she was owned and controlled and kept. It was a bit of a bond between them that they knew something personal about each other, like a naughty secret they never told anyone else.
Finishing the mopping, she emptied the bucket in the back drain, rinsed out the rag mop and hung it up to dry. Grabbing her purse and her car keys, she walked over to the closed office door and knocked.
“Come in,” he said from inside the office – Jessica opening the door, walking over to the seat in front of his desk and sitting down. “Shut the door, please.”
Continue Reading …
It’s been several years since I put out a gratification book. These are the dark ones, certainly still ABDL but loaded with BDSM. While there are sweet moments in these stories, they are not pure-n-innocent tales. While there are passionate moments in these stories, they are not romantic saga tales. They are dark age play.
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