Confession from the Cash Register

Last weekend, while working late at the store, I slipped into a fantasy as an older gentleman came in. I imagined myself his obedient little one, following every rule he laid out without question. It was just a daydream, but it got me so turned on that I couldn't stop touching myself under the counter. He left before noticing anything out of place, but I've been thinking about him ever since. I never thought being at work could be such an intense turn-on. Who knew?