Friends United

Initially his quests where quite minor. Get me a coffee, buy me a sandwich, order me a beer. I think my fear of abandonment made me behave in irrational ways. I bought into some romantic nonsense of 'happy ever after' and wanted to please so I obliged and this made him worse feeding his growing bossy habit like a drug. I should have refused but I felt he was testing me and I didn't want to disappoint. At work he began to delegate demeaning tasks to me as if I was some young junior and justify them to me in a patronising manner. He would make me stand in front of him as he told me my duties for the day. Then At the end of the day I had to report back and state the things I didn't do or did wrong and what I had learnt from them. He said it was for my own self-improvement and if they were fresh on my mind I'd be less likely to repeat the mistakes and I knew what to do the following day. It was all very demeaning. I never had a problem with time management or my work rate and yet here I was being watched like a school leaver. I was a conscientious worker. We had started out as equal partners but now the relationship was one sided and yet.... I never complained.

He became sure of his power over me and he became more manipulating. He even made me ask him for permission to go to the toilet when at work. I didn't object but he gave some cock and bull storey about one of us having to man the phones all the time. He was becoming a manipulator and I seemed powerless to stop him. Over the following weeks the situation went from bad to worse and I even began to doubt our friendship. I found myself washing his car, cleaning his flat, buying his weekly groceries, cooking and doing his washing.

The final straw came when one day I wasn't able to do my chores and he playfully spanked me with a wooden hairbrush. Instead of wrestling me to the floor he hauled me over his knee and spanked me. It was not too hard but just enough to let me know who was in control. It was humiliating and I told him so but he seemed undeterred as if to say 'so what!' As much as I hated myself he could tell by my constant little erections that I was enjoying the charade rather too much. From that moment on, ever so slowly my world began to change.