Chapter One Tuesday Heather

==== A note from the author ====

Hello! This is the second in a series I wrote simply for myself. It's slow and detailed and might not be everyone's cup of tea. I also don't know exactly how to label or tag it, so please forgive me if you found it wanting.

The story, characters and content is entirely fiction and come from my mind. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. I have about another 10 of these to submit and then more to write. I'll keep sharing it folks want to see it. Thank you for looking.

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Heather sleeps in fits, restless and consumed. Her alarm sounds at 6:30 but she is already awake. She gets up and hits the shower, then throws on a robe. Sitting at her kitchen counter she eats a light breakfast... some fruit, granola and juice. She constantly checks the phone for messages and the time... but it doesn't move quickly. Suddenly, her phone pings

==== message ====

* good morning Heather

* good morning

* how did you sleep?

* lol not much... but I'll be ok

* sorry events kept you up

* it's ok, really. I feel good

* great. See you soon

==== message ====

As soon as she sets the phone down her door bell rings. She peeks out to see another delivery person on her step. She answers the door and receives a large flat box. After signing for it she walks to her room and sets it on her bed. Nervously, she opens the box, slowly pulling back the tissue paper, revealing a full outfit and a letter.

==== letter ====

Good morning Heather.

I hope you like the clothing I have sent you. Again, here you are presented with a choice. If you wish to end our tryst before it starts, wear another outfit from your wardrobe. I will know you wish to stop. Keep the items I have provided as my gift. No hard feelings. You will not hear from me again. But if you do wish to continue and explore, please wear what I have provided... and only what I have provided. Nothing more. All has been accounted for... I have left no detail out.

I am very eager to continue our exploration together... and sincerely hope you are as well. I look forward to seeing you this morning.

Sincerely,

Master

==== letter ====

Heather stands before the box and slowly lets her robe fall to the floor. The first item in the box is a pair of dark red thong panties. She picks them up and laughs a little, having hardly ever worn thongs before, fearful whether they would contain her lips. But, perhaps she is too boring. They feel a bit different as she pulls them up and she glances at the mirror. She admits they look very nice. Another piece of tissue paper reveals a lace white bra. She slips it on and it fits perfectly. There is no size on it... could it be custom made... and... how would he know the size? The next layer reveals a red tiered skirt. Heather steps into it, slipping it over her hips, zipping it in the back. Turning back and forth in the mirror, the layers swish over her thighs. After comes a beautiful white knit sweater. It is sleeveless with three large buttons on the front and a deep v-neck. As she slips it on, she stares into the mirror. Her smooth shoulders and the deep vee of the sweater accent her tan perfectly. Next is a pair of 2 inch sandals, then a small box reveals a simple gold chain with a heart pendant. As she clasps it behind her neck, the heart rests just above her cleavage. She also pops in two gold earrings that dangle slightly. Last is a hair band.

"He has thought of everything!" she thinks, as she puts her hair into her usual pony tail

She finishes her morning with light makeup, and she is out the door. A quick stop for coffee and she heads into the office. The stairs seem extra long and time consuming and she is extremely self conscious of the skirt swishing as she climbs. It falls maybe 5 inches above her knee, much shorter than what she would normally wear on the few occasions she wears a skirt or dress. She smiles slightly and wonders if he picked it out just for this reason. Soon, she is sitting at her desk, checking the phone constantly.

==== message ====

* Good morning Heather

* Good Morning!

* You look very nice this morning. The clothing I selected fit well... sexy

* Thank you!

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I imagine her blushing as I compliment her. I want her to feel beautiful and sexy in my presence.

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* Did you enjoy the freedom I gave you this morning... not having to decide what to wear today?

==== message ====

Heather considers his question. She really hadn't thought about it. But, if she has to admit, underneath the general excitement of the situation, she did enjoy not having to decide.

==== message ====

* Yes, it was exciting and nice not having to think about it

* Excellent. I will make make your life free and remove many of your burdens. Open your drawer... I have placed something there for you

==== message ====

Heather opens her pencil drawer and finds another plain white envelop. She opens it and finds a onyx credit card. It has her name on it. How could he have gotten a card in my name already? How long has he planned this?

==== message ====

* The card is but a trifle for me. The bills will come to me, you need not worry about any expense while you explore this world with me. Anything you purchase or any costs should be put on this card

* Thank you, it is very generous of you

* As I mentioned, I wish to make your life easy and carefree.

* I think I understand

* Excellent. I have much to share with you, but do not want to overwhelm you. Communication will be critical as we continue to explore. I only ask that you are completely honest with me.

* I will try... and thank you for your patience. This is all... very new... but I'm not overwhelmed

* I am happy to hear that. I will leave you for today, but if you wish to speak more, you can ping me here.

* Thank you. I will.

==== message ====

I smile and lean back, knowing she will ping me again.

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An hour later, she goes to get water, and the skirt moves over her thighs, swishing against her skin, making her very aware of the outfit he provided for her. Another bit of time and she heads to the restroom... again the skirt moving makes her think of it. Looking in the mirror as she washes her hands, bending slightly to the sink, she can see down between her breasts... something she would never have done herself. Making her way back to her desk, she wonders at all of it... did he provide the skirt because she would think of him when she felt it? Does the deep vee of the sweater serve a purpose... to make her aware?

As she sits at her desk again, she realizes that her nipples are slightly erect, that she feels a slight tingle between her legs. There is nothing sexual about what she is doing, yet, she feels a heighten sexuality. She takes a deep breath and tries to get back to work.

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Heather walks out to the atrium and leans on the rail with both hands, bending at the waist slightly. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. This is not something she normally does and I watch closely. After a long minute, she stands, opening her eyes, looking around. I know she wants to find me, but I'm discrete... she will meet me when it's time. She turns in a slow circle, then makes her normal circuit around the atrium, returning to her desk.

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As she walks, the skirt swishes constantly at her thighs. She can't deny it's a little bit of a turn on and she figures he picked this skirt simply for this reason... that she would notice it... would be conscious of it all day, anytime she walks. That tingle returns between her legs and she feels her lips swell a bit. She hopes the narrow thong between her legs is able to keep them in place. Hurriedly, she returns to her desk, not wanting to tempt fate.

==== message ====

* Hello

* Hello Heather

* I've been thinking about things all day. I have to admit, wearing your outfit has been nice

* I am glad you appreciate my offering. I will do this for you each day this week.

* I think I would like that

* Remember, you will wear exactly what I provide. Nothing more. Nothing less. Do you agree to this?

* Yes, I think so

* Do you agree or do you not?

==== message ====

Heather sits back as she reads this last message. Is he upset? Why is he mad? I didn't do anything wrong? Maybe this is a bad idea...

==== message ====

* I'm sorry I made you mad

* I am not mad at all Heather. Your response made me think you were not sure. Please don't misunderstand me. I only want to be certain you want what I offer. While the cost of the clothing is nothing to me, I do put effort into providing them for you. I only want to know for sure that you want them.

* Yes, I do want them

* Then you agree to receive the outfits that I send and to wear exactly what I provide. Nothing more. Nothing less?

* Yes. I agree.

* Excellent and thank you Heather. It gives me great pleasure to be able to take care of you in this small way

==== message ====

Heather smiles as she reads his last message. In a strange little way, she does feel cared for. Money does not seem to concern him, but he does have to take the time to send them, however he is doing that. And how does he know what size I am? She ponders this but there is no answer. The remainder of the afternoon drags by but soon she is preparing to head home.

==== message ====

* Hello Heather

* Hi there

* Could I offer to provide you dinner again tonight? Perhaps a vegetable pasta from Bravo?

==== message ====

Heather rereads his message over and over. He HAS to know that the vegetable pasta there is one of her favorite take out dinners. She doesn't get it very often as it's expensive, but... he has to know.

==== message ====

* How did you know?

* Heather, please don't be alarmed. In case you haven't noticed, I am extremely careful and extremely prepared... not only in this, but in all of life. I simply wish to take care of you. How can I do that well if I don't know anything about you?

* It's a little scary... I mean... you seem to know everything about me... and I don't know anything of you

* I mean you no harm Heather. If I wanted to harm you, I could have done so a hundred times and in a hundred different ways. It is not my wish to harm you in any way. I want to provide you a magical life. That is all. If you don't believe me, simply drop the phone into the fountain on your way out and you will never ever hear from me again

* I'm nervous. I mean, it's all so much

* Mercantile Bank - Box #1105. Please look in your pencil drawer.

==== message ====

Heather opens her drawer and finds a interesting skeleton key. Engraved on the head is the number 1105.

==== message ====

* What is the key for?

* If you go to the Mercantile Bank on Superior, and present this key, they will bring you a safe deposit box. Inside you will find my birth certificate, passport, some items of significance to me and other information that would completely expose me. Also inside the box is a numbered account which contains an amount of money on which you could live the rest of your life comfortably.

* really? why would you give this to me?

* I simply want you to continue and to trust me. I have no other objective. If you chose to open the box, you will never hear from me again. If you choose to trust me and continue our relationship as it is going, I believe, in time, you will return the key to me

* Thank you. I don't know what to say

* You don't have to say anything. Simply continue with me on this path. That is all I wish for

* I understand

* So... dinner? Can I provide that for you?

* Yes please... and thank you

* You are most welcome and enjoy your evening. Your outfit will arrive at 7:00 am again tomorrow.

* Thank you

* Have a wonderful evening Heather

* You too. * after a pause * Will I hear from you again tonight?

* Do you want to?

* Yes, I think so... * after a pause * Yes, I do want to hear from you again

* Thank you Heather. I am very flattered. I will contact you after dinner

* I look forward to it

* Me too. Your food will be waiting for you. Please enjoy

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Heather drives to Bravo and picks up her dinner. Vegetable pasta, small salad and a desert, a small slice of plain cheese cake with fresh strawberries on the side. He has even included a nice bottle of red Italian table wine. She smiles at that, knowing that he knows so much about her... yet, she doesn't worry about it as much. She looks at the key in her hand, knowing he must trust her greatly to expose that kind of information to her, even if she hasn't looked.

But she is careful as well. On her way home, she calls the bank. She mentions the safe deposit box and the number. The teller immediately puts her on hold. After a brief few seconds, another male voice answers.

"Hello Miss Heather. My name is Anthony. What can I answer for you?"

"How do you know my name?"

"He told us you might call about the box."

"He who?"

"I cannot disclose that information, but I can absolutely tell you that the box exists and that you have full access to it at your discretion."

"I do?"

"Yes ma'am. My instructions are very clear on this point. Shall I stay late for you?"

"No, that's not necessary. But thank you. I appreciate the offer."

"You're quite welcome Miss Heather. I have been asked to report your inquiry, and was told to make sure I tell you this. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No. Thank you."

"You are most welcome. Have a wonderful evening."

Heather ends the call, her mind reeling. The box is real? Incredible. He truly has thought of everything! He knew I would call. Did he know I wouldn't go? Did he know I wouldn't open the box? How could he know I wouldn't? She shakes her head slowly. He must trust me not to. Maybe I should trust him not to do anything wrong? The thought of trusting him and continuing reverberates through her body, causing a flutter in her heart, her nipples to become instantly erect, and her pussy throbs deep inside.

"Oh my gosh Heather!"

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I pick up Anthony's call. I fully expected her to call. I would have been disappointed... probably would have ended things if she hadn't. She will be an exceptional beauty once I transform her, but there are other beauties in the world. Yet, I am very happy. She is all that I expected so far and more. She is discrete. She is curious. She is well mannered. She is beautiful, and will be a goddess very soon. She simply needs an awakening.

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Heather arrives home and sets her dinner on the dining table. She grabs a water from the fridge and sits down, enjoying the pasta. Normally, she would immediately change, but tonight, she doesn't want to. She is enjoying wearing the outfit he provided. The meal is delicious and she savors it, taking her time. She really has never truly enjoyed her food in this way before, but tonight... she does. She stares out window, enjoying the last of a glass of wine...

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* Hello again

* Hello Heather

* The dinner was really very nice... and thank you for the wine. It was very good. I hope it's ok if I enjoy the dessert later?

* Of course it's ok. I simply want you to enjoy each moment in life... however you wish to enjoy this particular one

* Thank you

* You are very welcome.

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I make my call... the courier is ready.

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Heather hears the door bell. She peeks out the window and sees another delivery person. She is not surprised... but instead, she has to admit... excited. She opens the door with a smile, the deliver person (it can't be the same one as last night), is very polite and smiles in return, handing her the package.

She sets the package on the table and clears the dishes, then moves to the living room. She opens the box quickly and reveals a white envelop and some things concealed under tissue paper.

==== letter ====

Heather,

It is a wonderful evening... light breeze... pleasant temperatures... low humidity... how about a walk? But if you're going to go for a walk, and you are wearing only what I provide, then I should provide for the walk too. Please wear the under garments from today along with what you find in the box. Enjoy the walk!

Master

==== letter ====

Heather pulls back the tissue paper. She finds a nice pair of red shorts, a plain white t-shirt, no show socks and sneakers. She moves to the bedroom and removes her skirt and sweater, making extra room for them in her closet. Soon she is dressed in the shorts (shorter than she would normally wear, but she likes how they fit, making her ass look perfect if she has to admit), the white t-shirt is short, not quite meeting the waist band of the shorts, exposing an inch of two of her stomach... again not something she would normally do, but it feels so... sexy. Even the shoes fit perfectly... comfortable... so much so she doesn't really need the socks... yet she remembers his rule... she must wear everything he sends... and nothing more. He didn't say anything about the nice necklace and charm, so she leaves it on, but leaves it hang outside her shirt.

Soon she is walking down the street and into the park. The evening is so pleasant, so instead of walking for exercise, she walks for the pleasure of it... strolling... breathing... listening... soon she nears the bench by the small lake, her spot... the spot she always comes to think when the world gets crazy.

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I ping her after a few minutes on the bench

==== message ====

* Good evening Heather

* Hello there!

* I hope you are enjoying the pleasant evening

* I am thank you. And thank you for the walking outfit. Even the shoes fit perfectly. I would have gone without the socks, but wanted to follow your instructions to wear everything you send, and nothing more

* That pleases me a great deal Heather. You are a good girl!"

==== message ====

I have planned those words carefully, knowing how they will affect her.

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Heather sucks in her breath as she reads the words. Again the reverberations in her body, except even more intense. Her nipples become erect, poking through the shirt and bra.

"Oh my gosh Heather!" she whispers softly.

She takes an electrified breath, and feels a deep, intense throbbing in her pussy. Gasping, she feels her dampness instantly, feels her lips swelling. She sits up straight, closing her eyes, breathing in deeply, knowing she has to contain herself. She knows what happens when she gets too excited.

==== message ====

* Thank you

* You are most welcome. I am very pleased at how things are going, even this early on.

* I think so too.

* Excellent. Since you have agreed to wear only what I provide this week, I have dispatched a courier to meet you there. He should be along in a moment. The package contains what you should wear to bed tonight.

==== message ====

Heather looks up from the screen and sees a man approaching in a black suit. He is there so quickly she doesn't have time to contemplate how he knows exactly where she is.

"Hello Miss Heather."

"Hello!"

"Please accept this package with his compliments.

"Thank you!"

The man hands her a gift bag and departs. Heather opens the tissue paper, pulling out two or three pieces... then another two. There is nothing in the bag except a small square of paper.

==== paper ====

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE BENCH

==== paper ====

Heather reads the note confused, then moves off the bench, going to one knee. She doesn't see anything and bends further... the white note attached under the bench doesn't surprise her. She smiles, taking the envelop, sitting again.

==== letter ====

Heather,

I know the answer is a bit obscure. Let me explain. Just as the package doesn't have anything, that is how I wish for you to sleep. If you would remove the charm, it opens at the back. The message inside should make my desires plain.