I was tasked with finding a place for our company trip and came across a secluded, Western-style inn rumored to have a beautiful manager. When the day of the trip finally arrived and we reached the inn, the manager who appeared was even more stunning than the rumors suggested. She smiled at us as we gazed in admiration, but deep in her eyes, she had already seen through our weak, masochistic tendencies. Soon, my senior was being berated with sweet yet thorny words, the department manager was groveling before her in a pathetic state we'd never seen, and a colleague was gasping in pain while getting his asshole drilled... As I stood there shaken by these shocking scenes, the manager's demonic hand of discipline slowly began to reach for me too.
