Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2005 16:22:19 +0000
From: Petra Rose <petrarose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Emotional Rescue Part 1 (Lesbian / Authoritarian FF)

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There are elements of this story that are true.
To those whose experience I based it on I thank you.
Feedback as always is really appriciated :)

Petra Rose <petrarose@hotmail.com>


Emotional Rescue Part 1 (Lesbian / Authoritarian FF)


I really should try and cut down on the coffee. For one thing it makes me
extremely irritable and later on I find it impossible to go to sleep. Yeah,
I know I could try decafe, but here in the office I find it's the only
thing that `legally' gives me a buzz.  It gets me through a stressful day,
and believe me, today was about as stressful as it could get. There were
deadlines to hit and as usual people either hadn't finished the work or
simply cried off `sick' added to which, my boss was not being helpful.


So there I was; either chasing people on the telephone or rushing around
the office like a headless chicken. I could feel myself beginning to reach
that point where several cups of strong coffee would not be enough and the
only thing left was to start screaming or take up smoking. Was I in the
wrong job? Whatever gave you that impression?


Then to cap it all I get a small package delivered which I notice had my
girlfriends writing on it. What the hell has she sent me I wondered? I
begin to worry, had I forgotten something important? I left the flat so
early in the morning without saying goodbye.  Oh my God! I suddenly
remembered that it was our anniversary.  I begin to visualize what she
could have sent me. Probably a dildo with a message attached saying; "If
you can't even remember our anniversary, take this toy and stick it where
the sun don't shine! P.S We are through!!"


Now, I really was in a panic. I tried to compose myself, wondered if it was
not too late to send her some flowers and book a table for us at some fancy
restaurant.  Someone interrupted me with a stupid question; I nearly bit
their head off.  Then the package my girlfriend had sent began to vibrate
right there on my desk!  I almost fainted. It really must be a dildo with a
note telling me we are finished!  I grabbed the package and headed for the
wash room in some distress.  Once I locked the door I just bust into
tears. I really was so stressed out.


I began to open the package, dreading what I would find inside as it
continued to vibrate in my hands. As I ripped it open I found to my great
relief that it was not a sex toy at all, but a mobile phone! It was
vibrating because someone was ringing me on it.  I began to laugh, what an
idiot I was, I really was so emotional. I flicked the phone open and it
burst into life. To my complete amazement my girlfriend's happy face
appeared on the screen, causing me to nearly drop the phone on the floor.


"Hi Petra." She said. "Surprise, Surprise! Happy anniversary! How'd you
like your new phone I got you? It's one of those G3 video phones. I got us
both one, so we can now see each other as well as talk. Are you alright
sweetness?"Staring at her beautiful face made me once again just bust into
tears. I wanted a kiss and a cuddle.


"Hon, what's wrong? Hey, come on. What's the matter? I was really worried
about you this morning, you just left without saying a word. You're so
stressed out lately.  I can tell you're depressed. Your job is really
getting to you? Come on tell me."


"Yeah it is, but it's not only that" I began to reply in between floods of
tears.  "I'm sorry but I forgot it's our anniversary. Jane, I love you so
much, please forgive me.  I really am so stressed and.."


"Petra, listen to me. It's alright. I can't say I'm not disappointed, but I
know you are so stressed out at the moment. That job of yours is not right
for you.  It's making you ill. I really worry about you." My girlfriend
said sympathetically.


"I know. But what can I do Jane?


"Simple. Leave. Grab your bag and leave. That boss of yours puts to much
unnecessary pressure on you and then takes all the credit. He would look
real sick if you just walked out. It would show him up for the lousy fool
he is. He just takes advantage of you and treats you like shit. Leave and
come and work for me."


"I couldn't do that" I said in horror. "I mean, I'd love to work with you
Jane, but I..."


"Then do it" My girlfriend said.


There was a long pause as we stared at each other. I could tell Jane was
getting as emotional as me. I could see the tears welling up in her
eyes. Then she said something that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Listen to me Miss Petra Rose."

Jane only ever used those words when she wanted to act the dominant.  It
was our signal. The signal that it was time for me to take on the
submissive roll and do whatever she wanted me to do. It was words that she
had never used outside our bedroom, until now. I felt a knot in my stomach
and realised I was beginning to feel turned on.Jane could see she had
grabbed my attention and continued.


"Now Miss Petra Rose, it's our anniversary and I want you to do the
following.  Listen to me real good, I don't want you to disappoint me twice
in a day."  I nodded in agreement.


"Good. I want you to leave work immediately and get a cab to take you to
the Lexington Hotel which is down town. You understand me Miss Rose?"


"Yes. Yes I do." I whispered back.


"When you reach that hotel ask for room twenty four and wait there with
your phone.  You have twenty minutes before I call you again. You better be
there by then Miss Petra Rose. Or we are finished" Jane said sternly before
she hung up.


For a few seconds I stared back at the blank screen, then stood up and
unlocked the door of the washroom. I walked straight to my desk and
ignoring various people hounding me with questions or messages that
apparently needed urgent replies, I simply picked up my bag, put on my coat
and walked out of the door.


"I'm going to lunch." Was all I said as I walked out of the office.

(To be continued)