“I was raised properly. I just choose to misbehave elegantly.”

Let me be your secretary. Tight pencil skirt, high heels. My blouse opened, just one button too low. You, sitting at your desk, telling me off for how I dress. Take your time; I am your toy. First, let me know what is coming. Tease me. Bend me over that big desk. Make me wait. Or worse, make me ask for it. Make me thank you.

Another game? Me as the new housemaid. You, firmly correcting me for cutting corners. It will take some time, but eventually you will train me up right.  

Playful, naughty, and invigorated after an intense session, i will sit across from you at dinner. My tears dried, make-up fixed and oh so eager to please you. When you reach over and put your hand on my thigh, you can feel the glow through my thin dress. 

I am an educated, well-bred young lady who can’t help herself sometimes. Next to a thriving career I just need to be put in my place every now and then. If not, I will act out and defy you at every turn. But as soon as you take charge, you can teach me how to stand still and offer up whatever you want for punishment.

I shine in role playing. Anything from a playful afternoon together to a few days as your personal assistant. Be strict when I misbehave. Spoil me when I am good. We will both get what we deserve