This is my first attempt to post something so please be kind :) The flow of the story bounces back and forth between perspectives of the two main characters. I didn't really plan ho it would go, just started writing and this is what came out. I hope you like it. I have more if folks seem to like where it's going.
be well!
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Heather sits at her desk and and gets ready for the day, hardly noticing the plain white envelop sitting on the top of her inbox. After starting her laptop and going through the morning email, she walks out for water, filling her large flask before getting the day started. She checks her schedule then picks up the letter, considering the sealed but blank envelop. She tears it open and begins to read.
==== letter ====
Heather,
This note might seem strange, yet as you consider what I have written, I believe you will be intrigued.
Power is a natural draw, a draw I believe you want and need. I have come to this conclusion through careful observation and experience. You are demure yet friendly. You are well spoken and well mannered. You are unquestionably beautiful and sexy. All these things are desirable for a man like me.
Today's world preaches independence and strength in women. From my point of view, this leads to empowered, but unhappy lives. The burden of responsibility weighs heavy on women of today. And if you're honest with yourself, it certainly does for you. I believe the choice of independence and self reliance is a lonely one. Likely, for you, it has been for a while now.
I fully understand the world. Yet, there is another choice, another way. I believe there is a wonderful path for a woman like yourself. It is rewarding and fulfilling and meaningful. Submissiveness. Imagine all the cares of the world around you are removed. No worries about money or safety. No concern about what to wear or impressing others in doing so. Even the smallest detail can be a burden. I offer to remove those from you and allow you to be free. Being submissive is viewed as bad, or deviant, or weak. To the contrary, it's a brave choice and a worthy life decision.
What I ask... and offer is an opportunity for you to explore this life.. without risk and in complete anonymity and safety. You and I will be the only ones who know anything about it. Now, if you find this notion appalling and wish to go on with your life as it is at present, I will respect this decision and you will never hear from me again. But, if you are as I suspect, and consider this note intriguing and curious, you only have to follow the simple instructions below.
Choosing what to wear day after day after can be such a burden. As a start, allow me to help. Tomorrow, I will select what you will wear. It's that simple. To communicate your decision to me... you only need walk around the atrium at 3:00. If you wish to tell me to leave you alone, just walk. If you wish to tell me you want to give this simple thing a try, simply walk, but remove your jacket and only wear the red blouse. I like your outfit by the way, conservative, but despite yourself, it is really quite alluring. I will know what you decide and will provide more information afterward.
Sincerely,
Master
==== letter ====
Heather sits back and laughs to herself. "This guy is insane? Why would I submit anything to him?" She folds the letter and sets it on the desk, staring at it, mainly in disbelief. Who could have put it here? It's completely crazy. She turns back to her computer and gets busy.
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The carefully hidden wireless camera catches all of this for me. I smile as I notice some small things which lead me to believe she is interested, even if her conscious brain isn't quite there yet. First, when she set the letter down, she did so carefully, folding it along the creases. Second, she hasn't tossed it in the trash yet. She will go for that walk. She will remove her jacket.
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Heather works quickly, but distractedly. The ridiculous letter is there on the desk, her eyes drifting to it over and over. She closes her eyes and tries to refocus. Yet she feels a flutter in her breath. "It's crazy, Heather. Throw it away and get back to work." She reaches out and picks the letter up, considering it again. Slowly, she turns in her chair and drops it into her waste basket.
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I smile as she picks up the letter again. She moves slowly and considers the paper. And then she let's it fall in the trash, but she doesn't rip it like she does almost all her junk mail but instead drops it carefully into the basket without damaging it. She is intrigued.
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The morning passes slowly, but somehow, Heather is able to get some work done. Then it's lunch time. It's a rainy day but she feels restless and decides to walk. Before she realizes, she is walking around the atrium. She looks around, wondering who this mysterious "Master" is. Could he be watching her right now? She shivers and continues to walk, yet she can't help thinking about her jacket... about removing it as she walks.
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I smile as I see her come out into the atrium for her walk. She glances around often, searching... searching for me. I can't help but notice her long legs in the modest skirt, yet it fits tight at her waist and accents her smooth hips. The loose jacket hides the rest of her figure, but I know it's secrets... and what I believe lies beneath.
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After a few laps, Heather heads to the kitchen and retrieves her salad, then returns to her desk. She busies herself with her phone as she eats, but she glances down into her waste basket several times, looking at the smooth white letter still sitting there. "Oh my gosh, Heather, stop it. It's completely ridiculous. You couldn't possibly."
She finishes her salad but she can't help thinking about it. To her own surprise, she reaches into the basket and pulls the letter out. She sets it on her desk like it's on fire and stares down at it. Opening the carefully folded letter slowly, she rereads the words. After running over it, she places it on her desk, smoothing it with her hands, holding it there, closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she opens her eyes and folds the letter. But this time she doesn't put it in the trash, but slips it quickly into her pencil drawer before anyone can see it.
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I smile as I watch her, knowing I have her. She will walk and she will be mine in time.
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Heather tries in vain to get anything done the rest of the afternoon. She opens her drawer and stares at the letter often. She watches the time pass agonizingly slow. Many times she reconsiders, thinking she should ignore the letter all together. She is short of breath, nervous, anxious, but strangely, not in a bad way... like nervous energy before a big moment. Although doubts race through her mind, she knows she is going to go for that walk. What's wrong with going for a walk? After all she can always not take her jacket off... she hasn't agreed to anything yet.
Finally, 3:00 o'clock comes. She places her hands on the desk and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Maybe she should just forget it and throw that letter out, but she already knows what she is going to do. She stands and lets her jacket slip from her shoulders, putting it on the back of her chair. Her red blouse is conservative and she knows it. She looks in the mirror and appraises herself. In her thirties, she eats right and works out, so she is thin and fit. The skirt is fine, fitting her nicely, but the blouse is boring... long sleeved and buttoned all the way up. In a moment she unbuttons the cuffs and rolls them up to her elbows... nothing special but at least not quite as boring. Quickly, she reaches up and unbuttons the top button... then another. At least it's something.
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