Heather wakes from a great night of sleep. She sits up, the wonderful blankets slipping away from her naked chest. She raises her arms over her head, stretching, groaning, enjoying. She flops over, snuggling under the blankets again, looking out the large window at the early morning sun in the trees. She showers and is sitting at her table enjoying some strawberries in her robe when her doorbell rings with today's clothing. Tingling as she thinks of what he might have in store for her today, she rushes to the door.
The same courier greets her as with most of the delivers to her place. She smiles politely, accepting a garment bag this time. She hurries upstairs and lays it on the bed, opening it to expose the outfit for today.
==== letter ====
Good Morning my sweet!
I hope you like what I have for you today. It's casual and fun and summery. I really want you to have a nice day today and want you to feel beautiful... as I want for you every day. I will see you soon.
Master
==== letter ====
Heather tingles as she rereads his words... "my sweet". There's a dark blue linen jacket, champagne silk spaghetti strap camisole and light blue floral skirt. Hanging the robe on a hook, she sets out the cloths on the bed, but doesn't find a bra or panties. She steps back thinking.
"wow Heather, this is going to be interesting." she thinks, remembering the orgasm in the stairwell when her breasts were bare, remembering her blissful torture yesterday.
She takes a deep breath and steps into the skirt. It's light and wispy, hanging just above her knees. Slipping on the cami, the soft silk feels wonderful and soft on her skin. Her nipples are instantly erect, but she's not sure if it's the cool fabric on them or just the thought of her day. The jacket is also light and summery. It doesn't close fully yet covers her bare shoulders and hides her nipples which are poking noticeably through the thin silk cami. She also finds a pair of flat sandals which are perfect for the casual look. In the bottom of the garment bag she finds a small black jewelry box. Inside are two lovely diamond stud earrings set in silver... she figures half carat at least. They sparkle as she sets them in her ears. She also finds a fine silver necklace. It's gathers together low on her chest with a single diamond pendant hanging from a silver strand in the middle. The diamond sits low between her breasts and initially, she lets it lay on top of her cami, where it sparkles prettily. Last is a silver hair clip. She circles her hair into a bunch and clips it in place, leaving a few wisps hanging around her face. Looking in the mirror, she smiles. The outfit looks really nice... sexy... but her eye falls to the sparkling diamond. On impulse, she lifts it and, pulling the cami away from her chest, lets the diamond fall beneath the silk. She feels it there on her skin and she tingles again, liking how the diamond feels against her, nestled between her breasts... how it makes her feel.
==== message ====
* Good Morning!
* Good Morning Heather. You seem in a good mood! I hope you slept well.
* I slept great, and feel awesome. The outfit you gave me this morning looks so wonderful. You are making me feel like a princess
* I am glad. I want you to feel like a princess each and every day
* It's working lol I would be happy to get you your coffee or anything else this morning?
* Oh, that's very sweet of you to offer. And Yes, coffee would be lovely.
* Great! See you soon!
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Heather is already starting to act like the demure and subservient girl that I want. Offering to get me coffee is a nice step. I am already at the office and have prepared for the day. I have fetched the cushion from her office as well as the nipple covers from the other day. I will provide help if she asks but not right away. I see her arrive in the building, walking up the stairs. She is smiling and radiant with a certain liveliness to her walk. She disappears down toward the auditorium and soon returns, ascending the remaining stairs quickly.
She looks fabulous, the skirt swishing on her body, her breasts bouncing enticingly hidden beneath the jacket and thin camisole. Her hair is tucked up on her head in the silver comb, and she looks elegantly delicate. I also notice she has the diamond tucked under the shirt, against her skin. I smile at this touch. She doesn't care if others see the diamond... she desires the feel of it more.
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Heather bounces up the stairs, feeling her breasts jiggling under the cami, the diamond hitting tantalizingly against her chest. She knows if she takes the stairs a little slower, she could prevent both things from happening, but she doesn't want to... first, because she likes it, second, because she knows he is likely watching her and she wants him to like what he sees. She enters her office and soon discovers he has removed the cushion and nipple covers. She figured he would. He never forgets anything. She smiles at this but feels so much more in control today and is not fearful of her nakedness under the clothing. Her nipples are erect and tender, but the silk of the light cami is soft and smooth, less stimulating than the more course sweater from the other day.
She is ahead of the game today, having gotten a ton of work done yesterday, so she is ready for anything. While she feels more confident in herself today, she also takes care as she sits, telling herself to lean back more today, pulling her chair up close so she doesn't have to reach so far for the keyboard. Her body tells her she is excited... her nipples still stiff and throbbing slightly, her pussy lips enlarged a little bit, but she's still in control.
==== message ====
* Thank you for the coffee
* You're very welcome
* You look fabulous this morning Heather. You are a goddess.
* Thank you
==== message ====
I know she is blushing at my words. I really want her to feel beautiful and sexy... like the goddess she is.
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Heather blushes hotly. "Goddess" he has called her. She has never thought of herself in such terms... she is just an average girl... yet she doesn't feel average with him. She truly does feel like a goddess... sexy... beautiful. She gets up to get water, passing the mirror as she does. Stopping, she admires what she sees in the mirror.
"Maybe you are a goddess Heather", she says to her image as she looks at herself approvingly. The outfit he chose today is wonderful... the skirt flatters her long legs and smooth hips, her ass looks high and tight, her waist is thin and trim, her breasts are free and firm under the satin, her nipples stiff and fiery.
"I am a goddess," she thinks as she walks out the door.
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I am patient. I know as the morning progresses, she will reach out. She has demonstrated the hyper sensitivity of her nipples and her pussy in the last two days. And even though she is in control, her resistance will crumble as the morning continues. If all goes according to my plans, I will nurse her until lunch again... and then I will release her again. Everything is prepared.
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Heather gets through the early morning without issue. She feels excited and on edge a bit, but not out of control. Yet, things begin to escalate. She sits back in her chair, providing a lesser degree of stimulation on her swelling pussy lips. She goes to the get water often, allowing her to get up and move, relieving her pussy lips. But even if the satin shirt is smoother and gentler on her erect nipples, the material still teases and caresses. Her nipples are erect all morning and as she walks, they start to throb in spite of her attempts at control. By late morning, she knows she is in trouble... she is losing control.
==== message ====
* Hello?
* Hello Heather. How are you doing?
* you know exactly how I'm doing
* I can help if you ask
* Please. I am really struggling. I don't know if I'll make it through the morning.
* Not yet...
* oh my gosh, please...
* Do you trust me?
* Yes, I trust you
* Very good. Please trust me in this.
* Ok... I trust you... but please help me... please.
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I ignore her for now, knowing she's struggling but not desperate. I want her desperate. While she is on edge and struggling... it is the struggle that I am seeking. I want her to fight it, to push it back, push it away... for when it comes, it will be all the more powerful... I simply have to string her out... make her fight it, resist it... the longer I can delay her, the greater the final orgasm will be.
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Heather struggles through the next hour. Her nipples are constantly pulsing now, any movement at her desk is a struggle, and she knows if she goes for water or a restroom break, they will throb wildly. Her pussy lips are fully swollen too... and she is damp... and getting wetter. But she doesn't have the pads he gave her yesterday... she doesn't have anything. In desperation, she uses some napkins from her drawer, but she knows they won't work long. She flips her skirt up in back so she is sitting on the bare fake leather... at least she won't soak her skirt and be embarrassed with a wet stain.
As lunch nears, she is quivering and shivering and she knows... it is building and soon she will lose control.
