The Healer's Job (Ningyocho)
She was kneeling on the floor in a corner, the steel collar gleaming in the dark when she heard the door opening. Silently, she moved toward the desk on her fours, like a swift ferret. Even if she wore an eye mask, she had learned how to find her position, and be ready when he sat on his chair and unzipped his trousers. She had learned to take his penis and let it rest in her mouth as if it was his natural raw leather box. The agreement was clear when he had hired her; her position as Marketing Assistant no more than a disguise of her actual position which was...well, she couldn't say. They had met on a dating app, where she had been intrigued by his very specific requirements. He was not very tall, balding, but she had sharp, demanding eyes. She had a soft body, without being fat, a little round nose that she thought made people laugh, long lips to which she liked to apply a lipstick a shade too red. They had sex after dinner and a few more dates later with no strings attached. ...