With his angry red hair and profusion of freckles, he knew with a bitter self-awareness that he would never be the lad the young lasses pined over.As ...he finally drifted off to a land of dreams he had a vision of the lovely Maire Kinsella and the hesitant smile she had given him at the mass on Sunday morn. His dream was of going back to the dark eyed beauty with her pert nose with the light scattering of freckles. He would come back with a gold ring, good clothes and driving a fine carriage. " I know this much. I think about her all the time. I love it when she smiles at me and I love talking to her. We really connect. I don't know if that is love, but I know that I am frustrated by my own indecision on what to do about it. We only had one very brief kiss, but it was fantastic." What happens if you do date her and you work together? Will they fire you if your boss finds out?" I don't know. I doubt it. It's not in the employee handbook or anything that it is strictly forbidden to. When my eyes gazed upward and met Andy’s eyes, he leaned in and began kissing me.I had obviously never kissed a man before, but this felt so forbidden and yet erotic at the same time. Our bodies began grinding against each as we kissed. I loved feeling his erect manhood against my own. It wasn’t long before I was lost in this naughty world, and I squeezed his ass tighter, pulling him in closer while our tongues explored each other’s mouths.“Hold up,” I said as I pulled my mouth away.I let go of. I stop at his feet naked before him as he's completely dressed. This is submission, I thought with a smile. It's at the feet of someone while overcoming your ego and modesty with the only purpose to obey. And I knew he adored the fact that we had an audience. It made it common knowledge, a concrete fact that I was his. I obeyed him. I transformed to indecency. I became his naughty little girl. Only. For. Him.He bends and ties my wrists with my familiar silk, pulling at the knot so my hands.