Chapter Two - Monday - Heather

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Thank you for taking a moment to stop in and read my content. I originally wrote this for myself with no intention to share. But I thought what the heck, did some hasty editing and posted. I am open to all comments, suggestion, ideas, etc. I hope to write other content as well as I get going.

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I wake early, and quietly slip from Heather's arms. She stirs slightly and I lean in, giving her a quick kiss on the head. Her eyes flutter open briefly and she smiles before settling back to sleep. I need to be out the door before she wakes, so I shower and dress quickly. Arriving at the office, I make sure I have everything ready for the day. I know she will be up by now and ping her phone.

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Heather wakes to soft knocking on the door. She sits up, wrapping the blankets around her naked body, looking around, but Patrick is gone.

"come in..."

Marco enters, smiling.

"Good Morning Miss Heather! Mr. Patrick asked that I give you his regrets, but he headed into the office early. I will be downstairs and will drive you when you are ready."

"Thank you Marco!"

With no messages so far, she pads slowly to the shower, letting the water wash over her, hot and steaming, turning her skin red. As she steps from the shower, she hears her phone ping and she runs naked and dripping to the bedside table.

==== message ====

* Good Morning Heather my sweet

* HI! Good Morning Sir!

* How did you sleep?

* I think pretty well, sir, thanks to you

* I am very happy to hear that.

* Thank you Sir

* Heather, I would like coffee today. Apollo if you don't mind. Could you be here by 7:30?

* I think so. I am up and just have to dress, Sir

* Excellent. Marco will take you as soon as you are ready

* Sir, could I come to your office? I think I know where you are... fourth floor near the west elevators?

* Yes, Heather, I would like you to come here

* Thank you Sir! I can't wait to see you

==== message ====

Heather towels off and dresses quickly, slipping on the black thong and linen skirt. She slides on the pink bra after considering how things went last week without one. She could always put on covers, but he didn't provide those... at least not yet, and the Agreement was very specific... wear only what he provides. He provided the bra. Finally, she slips the flirty pink top over her shoulders and zips the front. She is tempted to leave it only zipped to the middle, flirty and sexy, but she needs to be work appropriate and cover the bra. Plus, she remembers Rule Three... she belongs to him and only to him. She slips into the 4 inch heels, much higher than she normally wears and considers the jewelry sitting in the felt lined box, but he has not provided them to her this day.

She finds Marco and Marie in the kitchen.

"Miss Heather, may I fix you some breakfast?" Marie asks.

"Yes, please. Toast? some juice? a banana?"

In a few minutes, she is enjoying a light breakfast at the counter in the kitchen, chatting with Marie about her boys. Soon she is finished and follows Marco to the car. She steps out as they reach Apollo and she taps on Marco's window.

"Do you want some coffee Marco?"

"That's very kind of you Miss Heather. A large black dark roast would be great!"

Heather hurries in. The shop is busy but she gets through the line quickly enough. She adds cream and sugar to Patrick's coffee as she knows he likes and feels a sense of servitude. Smiling to herself, she acknowledges she likes doing these small things for him, and admittedly, she knows she owes him at least that. In a few moments, she is stepping into the car as Marco holds the door.

"I hope it's good and hot Marco," she smiles as she passes the coffee over the seat.

"Thank you!"

As Marco pulls away, a sense of anticipation starts growing inside her. Meeting him in his office is a large step... he is admitting that she is a part of his life... and Heather craves it. The short drive passes quickly and soon, Marco drops her off at the building.

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Marco pings me that Heather has arrived. I move to the rail, watching as she enters the building. She doesn't notice me as she walks across the atrium floor. I marvel at how she moves... athletic, graceful. Physically, she is exactly what I desire.

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Heather's excitement has continued growing minute by minute as they neared the building. Now, as she ascends the stairs, she feels it more acutely. The thought of seeing him here... in his office... with the Agreement in affect... Her nipples stiffen and her pussy gets moist. She is glad she wore the bra and hopes the thong is able to hold her swelling lips.

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As she rounds the last landing, I wave a greeting. Seeing me she smiles widely, her eyes shining, giving me an excited and slightly child-like wave. I smile at her and she trots up the remaining stairs quickly, unable to contain herself. I admire her body... her firm ass, her breasts bouncing enticingly. I meet her at the top of the stairs and carry the coffees. As we enter my office, Heather peeks both directions. With a bright smile, she steps up to me, leaning in, giving me a soft, lingering kiss.

"Good Morning Sir!" she says breathlessly, stepping back. "I hope there's no one in the office this early!" she laughs.

"Good Morning my sweet! No one's here normally, especially on a Monday. I know some of the team on the 3rd floor gets in early, but no one up here. Thank you for the coffee."

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Heather feels that twinge of gratification as he thanks her for the coffee. She likes doing these little things for him. Maybe she is a submissive woman after all? He sits behind the desk and she looks at him playfully.

"Rule Five: When we are in private, I will kneel in your presence. Sir... do you wish for me to kneel?"

He smiles at her and shakes his head.

"Not in the office... at least not right here. Perhaps, as circumstances change, it might be appropriate, but not right now. Thank you for reciting the rule for me Heather."

"You're welcome sir." she replies, sitting opposite him in a chair.

"You are a good girl Heather!" he says, his dark eyes playful and light.

Heather feels her breath catch in her lungs and she gasps slightly, loving his words... she wants to please him... to be HIS good girl.

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"Sir, what do you have planned for today?" she asks, her hands knitting together nervously.

"I have a few things in mind my sweet, but all in good time." I reply.

"Sir... I'm nervous... last week was... wonderful and... scary."

"Please trust me Heather I won't put you in unreasonable situations. First, I have a few small gifts for you. But, I wish for you to provide me with a gift."

"Yes sir. What do you wish for? Rule Six: I will obey all your instructions provided verbally, written, text, messenger or otherwise. No questions. No hesitation." she smiles politely.

"I want you to remove your bra."

Heather's smile drains from her face and she trembles. "Sir? right now?"

"Yes," I say, wanting to push her beyond her comfort zones.

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Heather looks over her shoulder, looking out at the desks and offices nearby. No one seems to be around. No hesitation. Taking a deep breath, she pulls the zipper down almost to her navel, revealing herself to him. she unclasps the front closure, and starts pulling it beneath the blouse, slipping one arm in, allowing her to pull the shoulder off, then the other... He never takes his eyes off her as she plays a little game of peekaboo with her breasts, showing him much, but not all. Finally, she pulls it free.

"Bring it to me please."

She stands, moving around the side of the desk, handing him the sexy bra. He smiles up at her, taking the bra, tucking it into the bottom drawer of his desk. He opens his pencil drawer and removes a black sharpie. Without a word, he brings his hands up to her chest, letting his fingers trace over her skin, setting it on fire. Heather's nipples throb to full erection, her clit hums and her lips swell, opening as her excitement builds...

"He is going to mark me..." her mind screams.

"Rule Four: I shall be marked as yours. These markings will be labels, or directly on my skin, or as an adornment, or other marking as you desire." she whispers breathlessly, closing her eyes as the marker touches her skin.

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I feel her trembling as my fingers touch her smooth, silky skin for the first time. I steel myself not allowing her to feel my tension and desires, holding my hands steady with effort. I place a palm flat on her chest, directly between her breasts, pushing them slightly apart to allow my entire hand to fit, feeling the sides of her perfect breasts against my pinky and thumb in satiny softness. Her skin is hot and her chests moves up and down as she takes deep breaths. I bring the marker up and write directly on her skin between her breasts.

"My breasts belong to Master"

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He writes, the marker tracing letters between her breasts. As he finishes writing, he withdraws his hands. Opening her eyes slowly, she peers down... seeing the words, reading them, her lungs heaving as she gasps, putting a hand over her mouth..

"My breasts belong to Master"

He allows her to see his words, his marking... he locks her eyes with his.

"Heather, you may zip your blouse again."

"Yes, sir..." she breaths.

With visibly trembling fingers, she pulls the zipper up, covering her breasts. As she reaches the midpoint of her breasts, she stops, leaving the rest unzipped, wanting to please him with her breasts. They DO belong to him.

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I smile as her trembling fingers fumble with the front of her blouse. She stops with several inches of her skin still exposed. I know a prying eye would see what I have written and reach my hands out to her. She tenses and holds her breath, and I carefully pull the zipper up another inch or two,. As long as she is careful, no one should be able to see.

"Heather, your breasts DO belong to me... but as Rule Two states, you belong to me and me alone. No one else gets to enjoy you. You will not expose your flesh to anyone more than I allow. You are mine. You are a complete goddess and I will display you as mine, yet only when, and how I wish," I pause to let it sink in.

"You. Are. Mine."

"yes sir... I am yours..." she whispers softly.

"Please sit again Heather."

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Heather moves back to the chair opposite him, looking down between her breasts, seeing his words, feeling a shiver pass over her skin. Her nipples pulse strongly as she looks up at him, another small gasp escaping her lips.

"Now for my second gift..." he opens the pencil drawer, places the sharpie there, then pulls out a small package, sliding it across the desk.... hair ties. "I would like your hair in a pony tail today Heather."

"Yes sir!" she smiles, reaching for the package. She feels his eyes on her as she leans forward and she realizes it was a test. She giggles as his eyes watch her.

"How does it look Sir?" she smiles sweetly, but her eyes are seductive and teasing.

"Fantastic Heather. In fact, if you promise to be careful, I will allow you to pull the zip back down a small bit."

"Yes Sir." Heather smiles pulling the zipper down obediently. "I promise to be careful sir!"

She knows he finds her sexy, and she feels sexy when she's with him... more than any other time in her life. She wants to please him, for him to like her, to like what he sees... for him to want her. Taking a tie from the package, she brings her hands up, gathering her hair. As she does, she feels her breasts lift. She looks at him, his eyes resting on her breasts, watching carefully. She gives him a small smile as she realizes it's another test. She slips the tie in place, pulling at the pony tail to set it.

"Did I pass, Sir?" she teases.

"Yes, my sweet. I think you should take care today, but I think things are reasonable as you are."

"Do you like my breasts sir" she asks suddenly, shyly.

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I stare at her for a moment, then let my eyes fall, peering at the swells of her breasts visible where the zipper is open. Licking my lips, I leave my eyes on her skin for a long minute... then raise my eyes to her. Dark desires and lust fill my eyes and I let her see it... feel it. She takes a gulped breath.

"Yes, Heather. I love your breasts. They are mine and soon, I will show you!"

Heather gasps again, her hand covering her mouth again, her eyes wide... "yes sir..." she whispers.

"Now, for my last gift..." I slide a long, narrow, black box across the desk to her. She slides her chair forward and leans in to reach the box. She provides me a wonderful view between her breasts and I can see the writing for a briefest moment before she straightens.

"Heather, please take care while leaning. Remember, they belong to me... and only me."

"Yes sir... " she whispers, appearing chastened.

"Heather?"

"yes?" she looks up shyly again.

"I am not angry or disappointed in you. Your breasts are magnificent and the more you share them with me, the happier I will be. Yet, this world is very new to you. I only wish for you to take care and only share yourself with me. You are a sweet girl, a good girl... and as long as you are careful, you won't unintentionally share yourself with others."

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Heather hears his words... sweet, good girl... and she shivers. She feels a strong desire to simply open her blouse for him, to let him look at her freely, but she knows this is not the place.

"Thank you sir. I will be careful. I promise. You will be the only person to see Your breasts sir"

She looks at the black box, her fingers holding it lightly in her lap.

"May I open it Sir?"

"Yes, Heather. Please," he smiles.

Heather opens the box to reveal a beautiful single carat diamond encircled in shining silver on a long delicate necklace, similar to the tear drop last night. A set of matching stud earrings sit to either side.

"Sir? They are beautiful. Are they mine?" she looks from the diamonds and into his eyes.

"Yes Heather. They are yours. Another perfect item from Robert. Please put them on for me."

Heather beams and quickly puts the studs into her ears.

"Sir, would you put the necklace on me?"

"Yes, Heather. I would like that."

She stands quickly and walks around the desk, placing the necklace in his hands before turning around. She feels him stand behind her, his arms wrapping around her, the diamond hanging out in front. As she watches, the diamond lowers and touches her on the upper chest, then starts to slowly slide down. It nestles between her breasts just where the zipper starts to open, twinkling seductively as he clasps the chain behind her neck.

Heather steps to the mirror on his wall and stares. The diamonds are magnificent and catch the light beautifully. She turns with a beaming smile, stepping toward him, placing her hands on the back of his chair to either side of his head. The diamond hangs out, swinging and his eyes look at it... and beyond. She knows he can see much of her cleavage and the words he wrote on her skin. Bending down, she kisses him again softly before withdrawing and sitting on the other side of the desk.

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I watch her as she slips away, swaying her hips a bit more than natural, returning to the chair on the other side of the desk.

"Thank you," I smile and wink.

Heather blushes and giggles. I observe her for a few seconds, watching her, marveling really... only two days ago she was on the verge of rape and perhaps death, and here she sits, smiling demurely, her eyes sparkling...

"Sir, will there be anything else this morning?' she smiles, speaking like a secretary might with a devilish smile on her face.

"No, Heather, my sweet. Thank you again for the coffee."

"You are most welcome Sir, but I think I have the better end of the gifts this morning!" she says, fingering the diamond between her breasts. "Sir?"

"Yes, Heather?"

"My coworkers started noticing the change in my cloths and things last week, Sir. They can't help but notice the diamonds. What shall I tell them?"

"That depends on you Heather."

"Depends?"

"You may give them an excuse... or you may tell them the truth."

"tell them the truth?"

"I am certainly not embarrassed to tell others that you are mine... I only care what those who matter to me think. Are you mine?"

"Yes sir!" Heather smiles.

She stands, bending to pick up her backpack, keeping her knees straight. The blouse floats open, giving me a delightful view at her cleavage again. She catches my eye as she straightens, enjoying the little teasing show she gives me. She smiles vividly, again giving me a small wave before heading out the door.

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Heather's nipples are on fire as she walks down the stairs to her office. And while her breasts move and jiggle as she walks, the light fabric doesn't stimulate her nipples as much as last week. She can tell they are erect from her vantage point, but hopes no one else will be able to tell unless they look close. She starts the day, reviewing email, checking messages and such, but is terribly distracted. She can't stop looking down to see his words written on her skin and the sparkling diamond. And any movement causes the diamond to move and bounce lightly in her cleavage, providing a constant reminder. She knows he provided this piece with that in mind... he had to know.

Today, she feels more his than she ever has, her breasts especially. The morning drags by, and she struggles with her focus, but plods along. She even has a wonderful moment with her friend Carrie as she fills her water.

"Oh my god Heather! You are looking fabulous. Your outfit is so cute... and... ok... there has to be someone... look at those diamonds?"

Heather smiles shyly and blushes. "I met someone..." she admits.

"Wow, Heather... those diamonds must have cost a fortune... he must be really into you!"

"It goes both ways..." Heather blushes, careful not to glance down at his mark. a tingle running up her body.

"You must be... I've never seen you dress like this... and you're... glowing Heather. You look like a model!"

Heather laughs and returns to her desk. She feels like that model, but it's all because of him. She glances down for the 100th time and feels that shiver again, her nipples stiffening. Her breasts ARE his. After another hour or so, she decides to go for a walk. The weather is nice and she heads outside, taking the path through the woods. Spontaneously, she slides her hands along her sides, cupping her breasts, pressing them together, feeling the diamond solid and hard there. Looking around quickly, she giggles.

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I see her heading out for a walk and slip out the back. Following the path, I wait for her in a small clearing. She smiles as she sees me, approaching quickly. I take her hand without a word and lead her along a smaller path, soon, disappearing into the woods. After fifty feet or so, I step behind a large tree, and grab both her hands, bringing them together.

"Heather, lace your fingers together..."

She looks at me, uncertainty in her eyes, but intertwines her fingers. I take her hands and lift them up over her head, bringing them to a low hanging branch above her head.

"Keep your hands right where they are. Do not move them."

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Heather follows him into the woods, feeling his sudden power and command... and lust. Her heart flutters as he pulls her behind the tree and places her hands together, her fingers laced together, bringing them up and over her head. She holds onto the branch, her chest rising and falling, looking into his dark and intense eyes. Vulnerable and trembling, she keeps her hands over her head.