WSJ: Taylor's Secret to Success at the Workplace

In my time writing for the WSJ, Women’s Sexual Journal, I’ve never encountered a story as bold as Taylor’s. I sat with her one afternoon at her office to record her insights on female leadership in the workplace.

"Taylor," I began, my voice a low murmur, "your journey is... unconventional, to say the least. You've blended the bedroom with the bedroom, so to speak. Tell me, how did your experiences in the corporate world influence your approach to dominance?"

Taylor leaned back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "The corporate world is a power game, just like any other. I majored in business, graduated with an MBA, and even in college, I saw the inherent inequalities. Women have to work twice as hard to get half the recognition. That realization fueled my ambition, my desire to not just succeed, but to dominate."

"And this translated into your personal life?"

"Naturally. Control is a constant for me. Since my teenage years, I've explored the dynamics of power. Whether organizing events in college or exploring the world of BDSM, I've always been the one calling the shots. There's an undeniable thrill in seeing someone submit, in knowing you hold the reins."

She was ordering her sexual partners since before she lost her virginity. While still in high school, she had cum in a boy’s mouth in the boy’s locker room. By the end of her freshman year of college, she had multiple coeds locked in chastity cages and one yielding to her strap on before class. Taylor relished in the power dynamic of seeing men at their most vulnerable, naked and humiliated, yet unable to resist surrendering to her.

But in one particular domination session, she snapped.

"You mentioned an incident with a submissive and an anal plug. How did that experience shape your approach?"

"I was with a male sub, preparing him for his first anal experience. His first, but not mine. He was understandably apprehensive, but I was being patient, using a small starter plug. I have no intention to inflict pain on anyone. To me, resorting to pain is a shortcut, shows no imagination, it’s lazy, but the anticipation of pain or at least intense discomfort can be as exhilarating as penetration, if not more. But he started whining about the tiny plug," Taylor said, her voice laced with disdain."

"It was pathetic. He reminded me of some of the men I've worked with — always complaining, always making excuses. I was being more than accommodating and he was acting like a child. I felt a surge of… disappointment."

“Not just in him, but in myself for not being able to make him see how pitiful he was being. I thought, 'I can do better than this.' I wanted to push myself, to prove that I could handle anything, and to show him the weakness he was allowing himself to indulge."

"And that led to your fascination with anal plugs?"

"Exactly. It became a challenge, a personal conquest. I researched everything, followed the protocols, and pushed myself to new limits. It became a symbol of my dominance, a constant reminder of my ability to overcome any obstacle."

It was a contest against everyone and no one. She wanted to win not only at size, but at endurance too. A new thought entered her mind.

“Imagine having your ass stuffed all day at work and STILL leading better than most guys.”

Determined, Taylor read every blog and forum post she could find, learning about materials, shapes, textures, lubricants, and techniques. Following recommendations carefully, she started wearing a beginner plug for a couple of hours every day, then a few more hours at a time.

Using a small metal plug, she was plugged for half a day, every day for a week. She was constantly aware of its presence, and what started as minimal discomfort, turned to unexpected flinches of pleasure. She carried out her usual business, meetings with her staff, her boss, and even lunches with clients. When the need arose, she’d take it out, use the toilet, re-lube and put it back in. “I’m sure most of the men in my personal or professional life wouldn’t be able to handle it, or they'd get caught because it fell out of them,” she says. “The hardest part for me was trying NOT to get wet. I’ve never been so wet in my life! If anything, that’s what was going to give me away,” she laughed. "And that became part of it, something else I had to control, so, I stopped wearing panties."

When Taylor went up each size, it became more of a challenge to make it through the full work day. It fueled her tenacity. When she got comfortable with a size, she’d level up again and the accomplishment became a thrill and people started to notice.

"How did this newfound sense of power manifest in your leadership style?"

"It gave me a tremendous confidence boost, a sense of authority. Walking around the office with inches of plug inside me, knowing I was in control, it was exhilarating. It made me even more assertive, even more demanding. If my team members complained about a task, I'd just look at them, like trying to use telepathy to shame them, 'I'm dealing with this, and you can't handle that?' And it was actually was working."

"Were you ever afraid someone might find out?"

"Initially when the thought crossed my mind, yes. It gave me a hint of empathy for my subs. I worried it might damage my reputation, would people see me as some kind of sex crazy nympho? But the longer I did it the less I cared because it became a source of empowerment. Once I started showing my completely filled ass to my subs, their awe was like an aphrodisiac."

“Upon seeing the huge plug that was in my ass the whole session, compared to the baby plug they haven't even taken yet, the whining stopped. They accepted their fate without protest, sometimes with defeat on their face or panic in their eyes.“

“Every one of them knew how inescapable that tiny plug was, and that they'd soon feel it in their virgin hole. That moment of acceptance, it’s when their will to resist dissolves to nothing and it intoxicates me."

“They feel silly for complaining, even embarrassed for resisting, and then they try to toughen up for me. That’s when they become completely compliant and respectful."

“Sometimes to the point of worship. I have men who worship my incredibly stuffed ass! When they get to that point, they beg for insertion. After experiencing that with multiple subs, I practically wanted people at work to know."

The risk of embarrassment turned into a reward of strength. Every room she entered, she knew hers was the widest, most tested asshole and she was the best manager that could take on any adversity. When she imagined someone finding out, she imagined them bowing before her to honor her superiority. In reality, she worried about sexual harassment by abusing her power while being the boss. In fantasy, though, she thought it would be incredibly exciting if everyone knew.

One night at work, after her team had gone home, Taylor was still in the office, doing budget planning. Colton, a recently promoted manager in another department, wandered by and asked what she was working on.

"Then there was Colton," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice. "Tell me about that encounter."

"Colton," Taylor repeated, closing her eyes while her mouth formed a predatory grin. "He was managing a smaller team, his first time in the role. Being young, he was eager to prove himself and learn the 'secrets of my success.' His thirsty ambition was simply adorable. He was vibrating with nervous energy, like the boys in high school and college.”

Colton didn’t report to Taylor, nor did they report to the same director, and their teams didn’t collaborate directly. She found the ensuing conversation intensely amusing because Colton said nothing sexual, yet he was practically sweating and shaking with anxious sexual energy. He made the faintest of hints that maybe they should go out for drinks so he could listen to her story and she could educate him on her success secrets.

“You want to know what’s the secret to my success? I’ll show you.” His eyes widened. She turned around, bent over, and pulled up her skirt. She showed him the irresistible sight of the giant golden plug up her ass with black onyx that matched perfectly with her suit.

"A direct demonstration of your leadership style," I noted. It was a power move, the way Taylor asserted her dominance, even outside the bedroom.

"Indeed. I work hard, I endeavor to persevere, and I get shit done no matter what the challenges, distractions, or obstacles are. I don't bullshit, or make excuses, and I expect my subordinates and submissives to do no less. I've found that the same principles that apply in the bedroom apply in the office — clear communication, setting expectations, maintaining control, and not stopping until the objectives are met."

Colton couldn’t help but stammer, his blood rushing from his brain to his raging hard on. His eyes transfixed on the majestic sight of the enormous plug that crowned the backside of the mentor he wanted to protege. His desire to prove himself to his superiors was now directed only at Taylor. He didn't hesitate. He and his team were at her disposal, and he’d be happy to share resources if her team was ever in a crunch.