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Had you considered making a blog similar to the little ceo's before he told you to?

Ah well, the thought had crossed my mind, if only to keep better tabs on the things which he uses to distract himself from important meetings that he tends to find dull and tiresome.

-S. Michaelis

(sonder didn’t ask me to make this blog, I sorta popped out of nowhere and surprised them. Heh. -mun)

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Mr. Michaelis, might I inquire about your extra curricular activities with your boss?

Extracurricular activities, indeed. Of course, you must be speaking of the young Master’s violin lessons and yoga sessions and not the ways in which I make him scream with wild abandon in bed at night. I do insist that he learn music as I firmly believe it keeps one’s mind clear and sharp. I also insist, as he has said, that he complete a mild exercise routine to keep his asthma under control.

Why yes, just the other day, I was correcting his posture during yoga and I’ll confess that when he squirms in just the right way, there is little I can do but help myself to him. He does look ever so darling in exercise attire: a dark blue cotton t-shirt which is not tight, but still clings to him by the end of a session, and tight black leggings which do hug his slender legs and hips in the most delectable way.

I had just finished adjusting his dolphin pose, my hands lingering ever so lightly at his ankles. I slid them up his exposed calves. He let out a whimpering noise that was difficult for me to ignore, but to be honest, it was the way he wiggled his pert little bottom that caused me to loosen my control over myself and his schedule.

I rubbed circles over the backs of his knees with my thumbs and he moaned. I squeezed his cheeks and said, “Your breathing must remain steady no matter the distraction, young Master.”

To this he replied, “Fuck you.”

“Is that an order?” I asked with a smile, even as my fingers played over the waistband of his leggings.

He whined and nodded his consent.

Ah~ but perhaps I should leave the story there and let @funtom-ceo finish the tale if he so chooses. I would not want, of course, to disgrace my master by telling the dear guests of his wanton moans or the lewd way he dripped all over his yoga mat.

-S. Michaelis, Executive Assistant to the CEO

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Please Send Asks

Please send asks so that I might prove my worth to @funtom-ceo.

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I am honored. It would seem the young Master, @funtom-ceo, has accepted my application to be his assistant so far. Perhaps this will be the beginning of a long and fruitful contract.

-S. Michaelis, Executive Assistant to the CEO

Thank you, Sonder, for giving me a chance.

-mun