Chapter One Thursday Heather

Heather's alarm wakes her at 6:30 and she checks her phone.

"Did he text me?" she wonders, surprised at how disappointed she is when there are no messages.

She quickly hops in the shower to get ready. Remembering the day before, she cups her breasts, lifting them. Her nipples still feel extra sensitive and she smiles... her orgasm was so sudden and intense. She towels off and slips into her robe. As she sits on her bed, her phone pings. She picks it up quickly, happy to see a note from him.

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* Did you sleep well Heather?

* Yes, I did. I was so tired last night

* :) Your clothing for today should be there shortly. Coffee again today?

* Sure. I'd love to. Will we finally meet?

* No, not yet. Please be patient.

* Ok, I will :)

* Please leave the coffee in the same spot as yesterday, and thank you Heather

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The door bell rings as soon as she sets her phone down. The same delivery guy brings her the box. She laughs as she signs for it, thinking he must be wondering what the heck she is getting this early in the morning.

Soon, she is opening the box on her bed, pulling out a dark blue, sexy lace bra. She smiles to herself, very happy she will have a bra today. Quickly she slips it on... again a perfect fit. Next is a dark blue button up sweater shirt. Pulling it over her head, it fits snugly, but again, perfectly. The sleeves are 3/4, the neckline is a deep v exposing a nice bit of her cleavage, just covering the bra. The next item in the box is a dark olive colored skirt. She peeks under the next layer... she smiles... no panties today.

"He likes to keep me on edge for sure...!" she smiles inside, feeling a slight tingle in her clit, having never gone without panties like this before.

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I drive away from her place. My mild disguise has been working so far... and while she is exceedingly polite and pleasant, she has not noticed or recognized me at all. I arrive at the building and head to my desk, waiting to see her this morning, thinking today's outfit will be incredibly sexy on her.

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Heather pulls the skirt up over her hips. It's tight at the waist, meeting the shirt at her hips. It hangs a little lower than yesterday, but not much... just above the knee. She will need to be careful at her desk. Next she steps into 3 inch heels. A bit higher than the conservative 2 inch she normally wears. The mirror shows her how long her legs look, even with just a bit higher heel. She also finds a thick silver bangle for her wrist. She puts it on her left, since he asked her to wear them there yesterday. Large silver hoop earrings and small silver studs are followed by a silver lariat necklace... it's quite long with a long square charm which hangs down between her breasts. She fondles it for a moment and notices small writing on the charm... "here"... "I"... "like"... "being"... She laughs as she reads it in the right order... "I like being here"

She pulls her hair into her signature pony tail, adds some light makeup and is out the door. A light breeze stirs her skirt and she feels the air against her exposed pussy, feeling wonderful and vulnerable and free and... sexy. It's all she can think about as she picks up the coffee from Apollo. She notices the wishful glances of the men at the shop, and the jealous looks of the women. She smiles politely to all. As she leaves with the coffee in hand, she glances in the reflection in the windows... the skirt is loose on her legs, but fits well over her hips and ass... the sweater shirt is snug at her thin waist, and flatters her breasts very well. When she returns to her car she realizes she is getting damp between her legs. In a panic, she pulls her skirt up and examines herself. She uses her fingers to softly open her slightly swollen lips... she is damp, but not wet... nothing like yesterday. She knows she will have to be very careful today, but at least nothing is rubbing on her clit like the sweater rubbed her nipples. She laughs and heads to the office.

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I watch her enter the building and walk down near the auditorium. She looks incredible. The shirt fits her very well, molding to her waist, accenting her breasts, the deep v providing a nice view, but not too too much. Where the shirt meets her skirt, there is a nice teasing gap, maybe an inch at times depending on how she moves. And in the flowing skirt, her ass looks perfect.

After a minute or two, she returns to the atrium, looking around casually but I know her eyes are seeking me. As she walks up the stairs, I head down the side stairs of the west wing to fetch my coffee.

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* You are a goddess today Heather

* Oh thank you! You're too kind.

* Not at all. Do I need to have you stand before the mirror again?

* No. I admit, this outfit looks very nice on me.

* Absolutely sexy... there is an air about you today

* lol, funny you say it that way...

* completely on purpose Heather. Guilty. ;)

* I really like the pendent today. And the inscription is very funny!

* I was feeling playful :) Thank you for the coffee

* You're welcome.

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Heather begins her day but again, like yesterday, she is terribly distracted. While getting water, the motion of the skirt on her legs causes her to feel the open air on her pussy. Even sitting still at her desk, the air conditioning coming on and off during the morning makes her keenly aware of her bare flesh. Yet the greatest distraction is surprising.

Ever since she arrived at the office, she has had a heightened sense of sexuality. Not from her sexy outfit or that she isn't wearing panties, although she has to admit it is all very erotic. Like Tuesday and Wednesday, this... intriguing idea of giving up this little bit of her world to another... she also feels like she has given a part of her sexuality... as if her body were no longer in her own control but in the hands of another... in his hands. The effect hit her like a ton of bricks yesterday... orgasming in a stair well? It's unlike anything she ever could have imagined... and it sends a shiver through her body. And the effect today... her pussy lips are very swollen... and without panties... any time she moves her lower body on her chair... she feels them... feels her flesh brushing against the chair... and she feels her excitement growing... just like yesterday with her nipples... it's building slowly, but she knows... even only a short time into her day... and she wonders... does he know... but how could he?

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I watch her on the cam, noticing her stiffness in the chair... and I smile.. most women would think walking and such would cause the greatest awareness of a naked pussy, yet, it's when a woman sits that the difference is more apparent. I know she will contact me... she needs to... she won't be able to complete her day without some considerations.

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Heather tries to focus on her work, but it's impossible. Her lips are constantly dragging on her chair, even the slightest movement... her wetness is growing... her clit is inflamed... Her desk phone rings, startling her... she twists and leans forward to pick it up... the effect is earth shattering... even as she answers, the twisting of her lower body on the chair, the forward tilt... she has to hold the phone away from her mouth as she gasps out loud. She hardly comprehends the call, stumbling through the conversation, hanging up as quickly as she can. She stands, grabs her phone and walks... she can't stay sitting any longer... she feels it.

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* I don't know if I can do this...

* Hello Heather... what is wrong?

* I think you know what's wrong... you've known all along...

* I suspected.

* I can't do it. I am going to be a complete mess before much longer

* Please look in the bottom of your file drawer when you return to your desk

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Heather stands at a window overlooking the grounds, giving herself time, allowing herself to calm. She can feel her wetness now along with her swollen flesh. She walks back to her office and peeks over her shoulder quickly, looking in the mirror, making sure she doesn't have a spot on the back of the skirt. With a sigh of relief, she carefully crotches and open her file drawer. Tucked in the back is a small package of... pads? She pulls the package out and sits at her desk, considering. He isn't helping her exactly, he is just helping her cope with the aftermath.

Looking out at the office, she doesn't see anyone around. Quickly, she lifts the front of her skirt, looking down at her large lips laying against the back of her skirt, a thin line of her juices shining deep in between. She places a pad beneath herself and pulls the skirt back into place.

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* Thank you, but I still don't know if I can make it through the morning

* Do you wish to stop?

* No... please understand... I don't want to stop, but I don't know how I will make it through the day here.

* I don't understand? What is happening?

* You know exactly what I am saying!

* Yes, I do, but if things continue to move along, I require you to be completely open with me. I require that now.

* If you make me continue my day, I am going to lose control!

* Tell me. Don't be embarrassed. Just as I am freeing you from deciding what to wear this week, I am also giving you permission to be free in all ways

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Heather sets her phone down on the desk and places her hands flat on the surface. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath. Can she just tell him? How does she confide in him that she is going to cum all over herself at her desk? It's insane. It's insane that she is even allowing this to happen!

"You can just walk away Heather..." she keeps telling herself... but she knows she doesn't want to.

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* Ok. Eventually, I am going to cum just sitting at my desk. I get very wet and the pads will help, but I don't know if I can control myself. And if I get caught... not only would I be terribly and impossibly embarrassed, I would also probably get fired.

* Thank you for sharing your worries with me Heather. I will help you through it all. You agreed for me to provide your clothing, and I will not let you out of that... if I do, it would end things. Do you understand?

* Yes, I understand. How can you help me? I really need help to get through today.

* The pads will help, you won't stain your skirt. Second, you know your body and will know when it's about to happen. This will allow you to handle it well.

* I can't. It's never been like this before. I didn't tell you, but yesterday, when I was picking up lunch, I orgasmed... almost without warning. And I almost got caught.

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I sit back, smiling as I read her words. Of course, I know all about it but knowing that she feels a little out of control is exactly what I want. She needs to let go of all control and give it over to me.

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* Heather, trust me. It will be ok.

* How can it be... you are going to make me cum at my desk!!!

* Yes, I am

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Heather feels as though she has been slapped at his brutally honest and direct answer. She feels a rush pass through her body, knowing she doesn't want to do it but also knowing that she will... because he wants her to.

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* What happens if I get caught?

* I don't believe you will... and if so, I will handle it

* You will handle it?

* I assure you, you will not lose your job. Yes, you might be embarrassed, but if someone happens by, just put your head in your hands like you are taking a break... or pick up your phone and turn your chair facing away... most people won't interrupt you and it will cover what's really happening. Trust me. Give yourself into my care.

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I wait for her response, knowing she will say yes, she only has to let it roll around in her head. The more I work with her, the more convinced I am that I've made the perfect selection. Progress is going very well and ahead of what I expected. I know she will be mine sooner than later.

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"Give yourself into my care"

Heather considers his words. Is he taking care of her? At first, she only thought of it as him giving her gifts for a little cooperation from her side... he's wealthy after all... the money involved is probably a drop in the bucket. And is she "giving" herself? Again a shiver as she considers these words. What is she doing?

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* Where is this going?

* Do you trust me?

* Yes, I think so

* Then let's not think ahead... live in the moment... it is one of the gifts I am giving to you... living in the moment is a wonderful way to enjoy life

* I will try... but I'm... nervous

* Do you think I would hurt you or put you in jeopardy?

* No

* I won't hurt you. I won't allow others to hurt you. You should be treasured and I will do that... if you wish for it. All you need do is give yourself to me.

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I know what these words will do to her. She continues to be curious and her innate soul longs for what I am exposing her to... but she has not consciously thought about what it truly means. Once her unconscious thoughts reach her mind... and connect, she will know what she wants... what she needs.

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Heather considers his words for the first time. What does giving herself to him really mean? She has enjoyed his attention and his gifts, but she has not really thought about where this is going in the end. She doesn't really know... but she does know how she feels in this first few days... excited... anxious... on edge... but loving it if she is honest with herself. She is alive for the first time and it feels wonderful.

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* ok

* Ok?

* I want to keep going

* Good Girl! Now why don't you go for a walk, it will give you a break.

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She is mine. I know it. If she will give me her orgasm, she will give me anything.

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Heather stands, carefully gathering the damp pad hiding under her skirt, wrapping it in a napkin and tossing it in the garbage. She walks out to the atrium, doing a couple laps, grateful for the respite from the stimulation, enjoying the cool air caressing the bare flesh beneath the skirt. She thinks about what she is doing, what is happening. She honestly doesn't really know where he is taking her, she just knows that she doesn't want to stop... not yet. She thinks she trusts that if she wants to stop, he will... but she feels a pit in her stomach each time he brings it up... telling her she doesn't want him to stop.

Feeling the need for fresh air... and more time, she heads outside, walking around the building, through the trees, feeling the nice breeze and the sun on her skin. A gust swirls around her, pulling at her skirt, sending a cooling wash of air over her thighs and pussy. It's a welcome relief, but makes her realize how wet she is. Walking quickly, she feels the humorous pendant bumping between her breasts... she absently fingers it as she rounds the back side of the building. She thinks about taking a second lap, to give herself time... but if she's honest, she doesn't want more time... with a shiver, she knows she wants more of what happened yesterday... it was so intense... so incredible... and, in spite of herself... she wants it.

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I watch her pass by from the windows above. She is a vision in the sunshine, her blond hair bobbing in her pony tail...

==== message ====

* Heather, remove your hair band. I realize I did not include one in your package this morning. I apologize for the mistake. I know how you like your pony tails.

* Ok...

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I smile as she stops, reaching up, pulling her hair free. As she does, her breasts lift in the tight shirt. She is incredibly sexy as the form fitting shirt hugs her body, the snug waist of the skirt flowing over her hips and ass. I feel a tingle of lust for her, but know I must be patient if I am going to make her completely mine.

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Heather tosses her hair once it's freed, feeling her soft tresses falling over her shoulders. She shivers slightly at being told to let her hair down. She always has her hair in a pony tail or some kind of bun. Feeling the breeze stirring her hair feels free... and also... like she is his. A tingle washes through her as she thinks of it... what does being "his" mean?

She enters the building through the rear entrance and quickly ascends the stairs. Sitting in her chair, she pulls another of the pads, hesitates, then takes two. Peeking out at the handful of cubicles outside her office, she carefully lifts her skirt in front to place the pads, creating a double layer. As she is about to lift her hips, she sets the pads aside for a moment. Standing, again peeking out her office windows, she lifts her skirt in back, then sits quickly. She knows how wet she was yesterday and knows if she does it again, even with two pads, she might get the skirt wet. The faux leather of the chair feels cool against her skin. She lifts her hips and places the pads before trying to get back to work.

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I am ready for the afternoon. Realizing just how orgasmic she is becoming pleases me greatly, but I have to help her or she will become scared and run. I place my call to the courier, wanting the package delivered after lunch.

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It doesn't take long. Heather is amazed at even the slightest movement impacting her... typing an email... writing a note on her pad... and reaching for anything is almost traumatic. Just as the sweater was a constant tease against her nipples yesterday, the chair is a constant tease for her pussy lips. If her lips were more normal, perhaps she wouldn't feel it so intensely... and when she is excited and stimulated, they distend, becoming even larger. Sitting upright as she reads or clicks through her correspondence creates a small amount of stimulation, but if she starts typing or writing, tilting forward naturally... the effect amplifies her pleasure. Her arousal grows quickly and she soon finds herself breathing heavily, tiny electrical shocks zipping out from her clit.

She thinks again about his words, about giving herself to him. She shivers thinking what it could mean, but she really doesn't understand it. She's heard of kept women, and of courtesans. But she has never really thought much about it. She has even heard of submissiveness and BDSM, but they have always seemed so far fetched. What does he really mean... "give yourself to me" She thinks about the clothing, the simple requests. She takes a deep breath, feeling a rush in her mind, then in her body.

Suddenly, a larger jolt pulses through her and she leads back, grasping the arms of her chair, feeling as if she will lose control. She looks out at the office, no one is paying her any attention and she shudders, sighing heavily, realizing this position provides her some relief from the assault on her sex. She closes her eyes briefly and breaths... long slow breaths, regaining control. If only she could sit like this and get anything done. Grabbing a large report off her desk, she holds it in her lap, pretending to read, allowing her body to calm. Maybe she will survive!

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I observe her, smiling as she finds her way through the morning, leaning back in the chair often. She breaths deeply through her mouth, her eyes flitting out at the office, fearing discovery. Smiling, I know what she is doing, yet she doesn't know the end result and what is likely to happen because of it. The constant rise and fall, the ebbing and flowing... she is edging herself and it will ultimately destroy her.

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The last hour of the morning passes in agony for Heather. She has several close calls, her clit is pulsing and she is struggling to remain in control. The only way for her to get through the day is constantly sitting back, gaining short reprieves. The pads beneath her are damp and she knows she will need to replace them soon.