The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy Read Free Page A

idea as ridiculous. She could have been coming for a workout and hadn’t been told the gym was closed for the morning. There was no doubt that the woman did work out. Jess had seen the physical results of the way the dominatrix kept herself in trim.
    I’ve been set up . The familiar prickle of sweat crept up her spine, as she did her best to shake the thought from her almost continually lust focused mind. Gripping her stationery, and feeling frumpy in her black trousers and white blouse, Jess wondered what was going to happen to her now.
    ‘Miss Sanders.’
    ‘Miss Sarah?’ The greeting was not exactly friendly, but at least it stopped short of frosty.
    ‘I have been sent to inform you that the stock take has been postponed until nine a.m. A far more civilised hour, don’t you think?’
    Jess didn’t reply, her eyes straying to the bunch of keys in Miss Sarah’s hand.
    ‘I always workout here. Where do you go?’
    ‘I don’t. I can’t really afford to join a gym.’
    Dismissing this as a minor matter, Miss Sarah replied, ‘But can you afford not to? Besides, free use of this gym is available to all Fables staff before eight in the morning, and after nine at night. Did no one tell you?’
    ‘No they didn’t, but to be honest I’m not keen on exercise anyway.’
    ‘That …’ the older woman regarded Jess very carefully, ‘… is all too obvious. I think you should accompany me.’ She unlocked the door to the gym and waited for a reluctant Jess to push her way through the double doors.
    Four exercise bicycles, some rowing machines, a variety of lifting weights, and numerous other ways to voluntarily exhaust yourself, met Jess’s gaze.
    She knew she wasn’t as fit as she ought to be and that she was more curvy than slim, but if she didn’t care about that, and was healthy, then so what?
    ‘I have a confession.’ The expression on Miss Sarah’s face confirmed Jess’s suspicions that this was not an accidental meeting. ‘Mrs Peters has asked me to take on a task in addition to my usual duties.’
    The paper between Jess’s fingers began to feel damp as the foreboding that had been nagging her surged forward. ‘What task?’
    ‘Mrs Peters is happy with your progress – on the whole. There are issues that need attention however, improvements that need to be made.’ The fifth floor’s deputy began to pace around the gym, her fingers running lovingly over the shiny metal machines. ‘Our clients have requirements we are duty bound to meet, however cliché they might be.’
    ‘Please, Miss Sarah, what task?’
    ‘Personally I think Mrs Peters is wrong. No need to look so shocked. I happen to know this room is not bugged, so I can do and say what I like. I’m also confident that you are not foolish enough to share my thoughts on this.’
    Still unsure exactly what Miss Sarah was suggesting, Jess simply agreed that she did indeed know when to keep her mouth shut.
    ‘She thinks your over-round figure is attractive. You are, after all, simply a shorter version of her own shape, but she concedes that the customers tend to prefer slim waists and slender hips along with a large chest.’
    Jess swallowed nervously. She could see where this was going, and she didn’t like it.
    ‘I, on the other hand, think a strict regime of exercise will not only get rid of that excess fat, it will install in you some much needed discipline and obedience.’
    Trying to think when her obedience could possibly have been questioned, Jess’s eyes followed Miss Sarah as she continued to stride around the gym, stopping every now and then to caress the equipment.
    ‘And as I’d heard the gym was going to be closed to guests for a while today, I arranged things so that you and I can make a start on the routine I have put together for you.’
    ‘But I don’t have time.’ Jess knew there was no point in telling her she didn’t want to take part, but the pile of work on her desk made what she said perfectly true.
    ‘You