Training begins

The Training Begins (I)

This story is written by my puppy.

Although I'm over sixty, I still hold my executive position in the company. A rarity, in this world of sharks where the young fish eats the old fish.

But I couldn't escape my age, and with it, the common problem of discomfort with computers.

A child is born among screens, a young person has grown up clicking, but someone like me feels like an old, clumsy person when something strange appears on the computer screen.

And something strange always appears.

I was finishing my workday, with dozens of emails, calls, reports... and suddenly, a system alert. Everything was frozen.

I started sweating. I'm fat, and fat people sweat more. And with nerves, it's like we're showering with our clothes on.

I couldn't show my inability, my terror. I had to disguise it to keep my position.

It wasn't difficult for me to disguise it. I'd been doing it my whole life. First, to not show that I'm gay. And since being gay stopped being a problem, to not demonstrate that I'm submissive (that's not going to be easy to overcome, I fear).

But disguising is tiring... And when you're tired, it's even worse. And stressed with the computer problem, worse than worse.

So my disguise wasn't at its best when the company's IT specialist came. A tall, strong young man, kind but clearly Dominant (that's noticeable even in the way he walks).

It was very late, as I said, and my coworkers were closing their monitors and leaving for home.

The young IT specialist arrived, kind but with authority, and without saying a word, he stood behind me, and with his large size, he passed his arms around mine, and I felt his breath on my neck while he started typing quickly and confidently.

Everything seemed to be working again. And suddenly, he asked for my phone.

I didn't understand, but he asked again, with more dominance. It was an order.

And my submissive side couldn't refuse, so I unlocked it and handed it to him, without saying a word.

The young man, while touching many things on my phone, told me briefly: "For security, each account requires double identification, with your personal phone."

That calmed me down, but at the same time, I started thinking if I had closed all the apps I use, including the one from Tuamo...

The young man didn't say anything. He looked at my phone, typed on my computer, went back to my phone... and finally, my desk computer started working again as always. The miracle of IT.

The young man left without saying a word, while I repeated my gratitude and congratulations for his professionalism several times.

And alone, I was left with his scent of strong youth still impregnating my neck.

I closed the computer, and when I was about to leave the office, I looked at my phone again. I had a message from a new number that had...