A Slave For The Weekend

“You could always be my slave this weekend” A male voice said from behind.

Cerys turned around, startled, as she switched off her mobile phone. It was Karl, the company’s systems analyst. She smiled. “No thanks I’m not into that!” she told him.

She had forgotten that he was in the room. Karl must have overheard her conversation with her fiancé, Paul. Last weekend he had invited some of his mates round and they had spent most of the time watching football, eating pizzas and drinking wine and beer. Cerys had spent the whole weekend cleaning up after them. Paul had just told her that they would be coming around again next weekend and she had told him straight ‘If you think I am going to be your slave again this weekend you can think again!’

Karl stood beside her and leant over her desk at her side “You never know you might enjoy it!”

Karl was into BDSM. Most of the office staff knew, he made no secret of his fetish. He once had a young female assistant whom he often referred to as his slave. Some of the staff was a little wary of him; some thought he was a weirdo but Cerys got on well with him. As head of Accounts she had got to know him quite well over the last while. A new computer system had been installed and as with most systems in the early stages there had been lots of teething problems. Karl had spent more time in her office than any other over the last while.

Cerys smiled as she shook her head.

“Being my slave doesn’t mean you will be treated as a scivvy. I look after my slaves and treat them well!” he told her.

“It’s not my scene Karl” she responded.

“And being treated like a scivvy is?” he asked, “From the sound of it you are there just to cook and clean after him and provide sex!”

“That’s enough Karl!” she snapped.

He stepped away and returned to computer he had been working on. She was annoyed at him but he was right. This last while it had seemed just like that. She had been waiting for him to set a date for the marriage since he moved in with her almost a year ago but talk of marriage had become almost non existent. This last while she had just felt used. “I’m sorry for shouting at you” she said apologetically.

“That’s okay. I spoke out of turn” he replied.

She shook her head. “No you were right”.

“Well no one else can make the decision for you about the problem that has obviously been on your mind this last while” he told her.

He was right again of course, as well as intuitive. Maybe it was time to make a change. “Maybe a break away to think things over is what I need!” she said out loud.

“Maybe” he responded.

“But not as a slave!” she laughed.

He turned and put his arm around the back of her chair. “I think you would enjoy it”, he said quietly, “I have been into this for almost 20 years and I know a Sub when I see one, believe me!”

“But…but you hardly know me!” she replied.

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