==== A note from the author ====
Hello! This is the third in a series. I have written this for myself but decided to share it here. 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 more of these to prep and 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 wakes early... she stretches her arms up over her head, the blankets falling away... and she remembers... her nakedness. And she laughs. She hasn't slept this well in a long while... perhaps sleeping naked is a good thing. Soon she is showered and sitting at her table eating a light breakfast. 7 am rolls around and right on time, the door bell rings. She hurries to the door, greeted by the same courier. Smiling, she signs for the package, suddenly self conscious that she is naked under the thin robe. Normally, she would have her sleep wear underneath. She opens the letter attached to the package first.
==== letter ====
Good morning Heather!
I hope you enjoy the outfit today. Please remember, wear only what is included in the box... nothing more... nothing less.
I look forward to seeing you later.
Master
==== letter ====
She walks to her bedroom and starts unpacking the box, just as yesterday, dressing as she reveals today's outfit. First, another pair of thongs... black ones. She slips them on quickly and peels back the next tissue paper layer. There lays a wide necked black sweater with a light ribbed pattern, light, perfect for the warm summer weather. Heather picks it up and is about to slip it on when she realizes there isn't a bra. Maybe it's under the next layer of tissue paper. She only finds a slate gray pleated skirt.
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I wait patiently, thinking she will text me when she doesn't find a bra.
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Heather sits on the bed, not even thinking about her bare chest. Did he forget the bra? She shakes her head slowly, knowing he would not forget. He has been so incredibly detailed in everything he has done. She looks at the sweater dubiously...
"I can't go without a bra... everyone will know..." she thinks. "But he was very specific in what he asked for... and you agreed to it Heather."
She sits and considers her options, not realizing that she already knows. Her nipples are fully erect as she picks up the sweater and pulls it over her head. She turns to her mirror, moving in close. Her nipples are fully erect and when she looks closely, she can see them poking through, yet the black color combined with the wavy ribbed pattern make it harder to notice than she might have thought. She looks at her nipples for a long while... then up... staring into her own eyes
"What are you going to do Heather?" She thinks. She knows she shouldn't continue, and knows the whole thing is absolutely nuts... yet... she closes her eyes, feeling her body shiver... and she likes it... this heighten sense of something... of excitement... of life. She feels alive and eager...
She turns from the mirror and pulls the slate gray pleated skirt from the box. She slides it up quickly, zipping it on her hip, smoothing it down... it's short, about the same as the red skirt yesterday, maybe a bit shorter. Next, she slips into the shoes, modest black heels, then finds another jewelry box. There's three thin, flat bracelet bangles, which she slips on her left wrist. In a separate small box is a gold butterfly pendent with a few small diamond inlays on the wings, on a fine gold chain. Are the diamonds real she wonders? She clasps it around her neck, the charm falling high on her chest. She also finds matching butterfly earrings. Lastly again, is a black hair tie for her pony tail.
==== message ====
* Good Morning Heather
* Good Morning!
* How did you sleep?
* Really well. How about you?
* I slept well, thank you. Are you almost ready?
* Yes, I am almost ready, have to freshen up a little.
* I wonder if you would do me a favor. Could you pick up a large coffee with cream and sugar?
* Sure, I'd be happy to. Anywhere?
* How about that new place... Apollo Coffee?
* I love that place. Yes, I'll get that for you. How do I get it to you?
* Please leave it on the first table outside the auditorium.
* Ok, I'll have it there in about 30 minutes.
* Excellent. And Heather...
* Yes
* If you attempt to discover me from this simple kind gesture, all our interactions will cease immediately. I have to know that I can trust you in this, just like the safe deposit box. I am not ready to reveal myself quite yet.
* Ok, I won't try. I promise.
* Good Girl... and thank you.
==== message ====
I smile as I send this last message. I have accomplished three things this morning. First, she didn't even ask me about the missing bra. This tells me she wants to continue... to explore... she is curious. Second, by asking her to bring me coffee, I am establishing that she should serve me. Third, by complimenting her, I am reinforcing her natural desire to, in fact, be a good girl. The process is going as well as I could have hoped for.
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Heather reads his last message and again feels that tinge of pride... that desire to make him happy with her. She stands in front of the mirror again, admiring the outfit he provided... the sweater is mainly loose, but gathers tighter at the waist, right at the top of the skirt. If she lifts her arms, the hem lifts slightly revealing a narrow bit of skin at her waist. It shows off her figure, especially her breasts, yet, the loose fit, color and pattern conceal at the same time. And the wide neck exposes her collar bones almost to her shoulders, showing her smooth, tanned skin, the little butterfly glittering just below her neck as a wonderful accent. The skirt is simple, flowing over her hips, falling several inches above her knees... flattering her long legs, but not overtly... Even the gold bangles seem to compliment it all.
After a quick touch up of her light make up, she is out the door. Her stop at Apollo is quick and easy, the diamond card he provided covering any expenses. Soon, she is pulling into the parking lot, her bag over her shoulder, two cups of coffee in her hands. Walking down the hall to the auditorium, she sets his coffee down and departs. She has contemplated some spy work to see if she can figure out who he is, but his warning completely deters her. She doesn't want this intriguing game to end... not yet. She climbs the steps, liking how her firm, still youthful breasts move under the sweater, igniting her nipples. They poke out through the fabric, yet, she doesn't think anyone would notice, at least not at a distance. She doesn't recall any face to face meetings on her schedule today, so it shouldn't be an issue. The skirt moves against her legs as well, but more subtly than yesterday... like a whisper, soft against her skin.
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I retrieve the coffee and quickly pour it into my insulated cup, dropping the Apollo cup into a trash can. I hurry using another hall, moving quickly, following her up the stairs, about 10 steps below. I admire her long legs in the short skirt, how the sweater accents her body. As she turns at the first landing,she glances at me with slight recognition of having seen me here before. Then her eyes flick to my hand, to my cup... and she looks away after a soft "good morning" and quick smile. I smile a hello back and continue up the stairs. I take in how the sweater falls over her firm breasts, the enticing jiggling as she moves up the steps. A careful look and I can see her erect nipples sticking out as I knew they would. The more I observe her, the more pleased I am about selecting her.
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Heather sits at her desk, finishing the coffee, wondering about him. Maybe she should have tried hiding and getting a peek at him, but dismisses the thought. She looks down at her nipples several times. They are stiff and excited and poke out at the fabric of the sweater. Yet, from another perspective, looking at herself in the mirror, they are not very noticeable. Someone would have to be looking to really see them.
==== message ====
* Hello Heather. Are you enjoying your outfit for today?
* Hello! Yes, I like it very much. I have never done this before.
* What have you not done before?
* I've never not worn a bra before. I'm not going to get anything done today :)
* I like distracting you. And you look very nice today... and no, they are not very noticeable.
==== message ====
Heather sits back, knowing exactly what he means. She has bumped into only a handful of people today, and each time, she has been extremely self conscious. But which one was he... or is he watching her in some other way... like a camera or binoculars...?
==== message ====
*... I think you're right, but I'm still nervous.
* I understand. Yet, you have a very pleasing and sexy body. You should not be ashamed.
* Thank you!
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