You hate cliche, and so you would never say no one would ever know I'm Daddy's filthy little slut by day, but this common trope fits like Cinderella's slipper. You're successful, a leader in your field. You manage others. You're responsible and authoritative. You're the expert

And yet sometimes even the carefully calibrated (one of the boys) uniform you wear daily is enough to distract you with thoughts of the fact that you move in a man's world. You go to happy hours to order martinis and talk about sports and you spend the whole time thinking how much you need a fist in your hair and the sweet condescension of His voice coaxing you with praise, 'now that's a good little cunt...so fucking hot when you...'