Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
The thought came back later that day, though, when I saw Melissa walk by the windows of my office, with apparent purpose. I wondered if even through the glass I could notice a bit of a blush in her cheeks. I hadn’t had time to think much about her, but the sight of her lovely, leggy body in a knee-length skirt suit—and the idle thought that I’d very much like to see what lingerie she had chosen that morning—brought back Mandy’s ‘warning.’
I had the impulse to ask Mandy to schedule some time with Melissa, so I could ascertain whether whatever she was working on represented a productive use of her time. A broad smile crept onto my face as I thought about it, and how of course, part of that meeting would have to be an inspection to ensure my requests had been followed, with regard to the girl’s deportment under her skirt.
Surely, though, Melissa would have told her colleagues in the bullpen, if not me, if she thought her project merited attention at this stage. Part of my philosophy as a manager lay in letting my reports find their own way. I would let Melissa come to me—if the situation with Mandy didn’t develop into something I had to deal with from a different angle.
I put a reminder in my calendar for a week in the future.
F/u w/Melissa re ‘secret project.’
Melissa
Your Secret Garden.
Something about the phrase felt right—it captured both the hidden nature of the desires I was trying to tap into, and the sense of nurturing and growth I hoped the project could foster. Of course, I told myself firmly, I was thinking only of Selecta’s growth and profits. Not of… anything else.
Day after day, I pored over the data, refining my ideas and fleshing out the marketing strategy. I barely noticed the hours slipping by, often working late into the evening. My colleagues in the bullpen gave me curious looks, clearly wondering what had me so absorbed, but I deflected their questions with vague comments about a special project.
The more I delved into the numbers, the more convinced I became that I was onto something big. The potential market looked enormous—millions of women who might be curious about submission, but too afraid or ashamed to explore it openly. If we could reach even a fraction of them…
I found myself getting excited not just about the business potential, but about the content itself. I caught myself daydreaming about new storylines and scenarios that might appeal specifically to female viewers. Romantic encounters that slowly built to dominance and submission. Tender aftercare following intense scenes. Even… yes, even things like what I’d seen with Georgette and the diaper punishment.
My cheeks burned as I remembered that video, and my shameful reaction to it. But I couldn’t deny that it had sparked something in me—not just arousal, but a kind of fascination. A desire to understand why someone would submit to such a thing, and why they might find it exciting.
I told myself I was just being thorough, really immersing myself in the product to better market it. But late at night, alone in my apartment, I found myself imagining what it would be like to be one of those women on NMB. To have a strong, dominant partner who would take me in hand, punish me when I was naughty, make me feel safe and cherished and thoroughly owned…
No. I shook my head violently, trying to banish the thoughts, focus myself on changing the system. I threw myself back into the work with renewed vigor, determined to concentrate only on the business aspects.
But as the days went by, I found it harder and harder to maintain that separation. The line between market research and personal curiosity began to blur. I started watching more NMB content, telling myself it was necessary to understand the product. I found myself lingering over certain scenes, rewatching them multiple times to analyze their appeal.
As I neared completion of the proposal, I realized I needed a concrete, recent example to really drive home the potential. Something that showcased NMB’s broad appeal and ability to captivate diverse audiences. I decided to dive into the audience response data, searching for an episode that had resonated across all demographics.
After sifting through countless reports, I found it—a recent installment of Georgette and Michael’s storyline that had garnered unprecedented engagement metrics. The episode description made my cheeks flush:
Michael punishes Georgette for carelessness in the kitchen by giving her a thorough whipping, followed by taking her anal virginity.
My mouth suddenly went dry. This was exactly the kind of content I’d been avoiding, telling myself I was only interested in the business side of things. I knew I needed to watch it, though. As the highest-rated recent episode, it would complete my proposal perfectly, if I could show how my ideas dovetailed with audience response trends.