Chapter Two Saturday Heather

The sun streaming in her window wakes Heather. She sits up, stretching, the blankets falling back from her naked body. Even though he wanted her to be free of him this weekend, she just didn't want to sleep in her old pajamas. She has been sleeping so well nude surrounded by the fine sheets and blankets. Last night was no different.

She checks her phone, but knows before she does that he hasn't contacted her. She checked all evening too... but he is still silent. She gets up, slipping into her robe, and sits at her table, nibbling at some fruit, drinking tea. Thinking about her day, she has nothing to do. Her old weekends were spent working out, reading, maybe going thrifting with some friends, or dinner in the evening... but mostly, she spent them alone. This weekend is no different... but it feels... emptier. She checks her phone again.

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Business keeps me busy most of the morning. Two minor crisis handled, a partnership finalized in principle. At 11:00 I check my phone, wondering if she has reached out yet. It's a little early, but I figure by early afternoon, she won't be able to help herself. Everything is set. I change into the courier outfit and double check today's items and packaging. Everything is ready.

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Heather reads a few pages of the book and decides not to work out today. She feels good, yet drained. The events of the past week while not stressful, have certainly set her at a heightened state of... life. After a lazy morning, she takes a long cool shower. The water running over her body feels wonderful and she feels refreshed as she steps out and into her robe. She brings her book out on the patio, reading, but not really paying attention. She is completely distracted by her thoughts.

But what are her thoughts? This man has completely disrupted her life and changed everything. A week ago she was content with a Saturday like today. And now... she is restless... wanting... nothing exciting is happening today and she desires the mystery, the quiet thrills, the exhilaration... and the mind-blowing orgasms. She smiles at this, closing her eyes. The sheer violence of her orgasms the past few days still stun her. They are unreal... unlike anything she would have thought possible... and she wants more... needs more.

==== message ====

* Hello?

==== message ====

I knew she would contact me... she wants more. I smile and ignore her text. I need to make her wait, for her to become desperate for the world I have shown her. My preparations are all set. I simply have to wait for her.

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Heather sets the phone aside, frustrated. She tries to read again, but she simply can't concentrate. Soon, she is dressed in the black leggings and pink sports bra, walking in the park. She ends up at her bench, sitting near the small lake. The same bench as Tuesday evening... when he asked her... made her... sleep naked for him. And she did... willingly... without hesitation. She wanted to. She wanted to please him. Perhaps she is as he told her in his first letter... "Power is a natural draw. A draw I believe you want and need." She almost has the letter memorized she has read it so many times.

She checks her phone again and no reply.

==== message ====

* Are you there?"

==== message ====

I smile as she reaches out again. Looking out from my parking spot in the south lot, I can see her on the bench. She is so incredibly hot in the leggings and sports bra. I am very happy to have purchased them for her... and will have to be sure she wears them again.

I wait for perhaps 15 minutes, then finally answer.

==== message ====

* Hello Heather

* HI!

* I thought we agreed we would not speak again until Monday

* Yes, we did

* Then why are you messaging me?

* I...

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Heather hesitates, knowing what she wants, but not wanting to admit it... to him... or to herself.

==== message ====

* Heather?

* I'm here... I wanted to ask.. was wondering... perhaps we could explore further... maybe

* What are you asking Heather?

* I don't want to bother you if you're busy

* What are you asking Heather?

*... more...?

* You better hurry home. The courier is on the way

* THANK YOU!

==== message ====

I watch her spring up, hurrying off, almost running. I smile and wait for her to disappear through the trees before pulling out and circling the park towards her house. My timing is perfect. She is just coming out of the park as I park in front of her apartment. I get out with the boxes and legal packet.

"Hi!" she smiles, jogging across the road. I admire her as she does, a perfect body in perfect clothes. She is athletic and yet graceful at the same time, charismatic and still demure and unassuming... I struggle to control my eyes, to not look at her perfect young breasts, the smooth cleavage, the flat toned stomach, a perfect ass, long, luscious legs. I have three items for her, one large flat box, like those I have brought before, a medium sized and heavy box and a legal envelop. Smiling, I offer to bring them to her patio table.

"He asked me to wait for you to read this and return it to me. I will wait in my car and come and get it when you open your door. He told me it might take a few minutes."

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"Ok... I wouldn't want to wait out here either... looks like it's going to rain again."

Heather smiles and leads him to the patio to set the boxes down... and looks curiously at the envelop. She hurriedly shuttles the boxes inside and sits on her couch, ripping open the envelop to find a letter and another legal looking document.

==== letter ====

Heather,

I understand the enclosed document might shock or surprise you. Yet, as you read, it should provide context to what I wish to occur today, similar to lunch yesterday, just documented. It does not serve as a legal document per se, and would not hold up in a court of law. But it does provide a framework. Please read it carefully. I have countersigned both copies. I ask, if you consent, that you sign both. File one carefully for yourself. Please put the other back in the envelop and hand it back to the courier. I will place it in the Mercantile Bank safe deposit box for which, you have the key.

I believe, as you read this short agreement, you will find it completely reasonable and only a more structured outline of activities in which you have already participated. You may either sign it as is, or not. If you choose not to sign, then we will consider this the end of our time together. You also must sign it before 1:00 PM or it is null and void, and again, we will consider this the end of our time together. My courier is aware of the time expectations, but he will not ask you or provide reminders.

What I have planned is designed to push and stretch you a little bit. I hope you are up for a little adventure. I hope you agree. I truly can't wait!

Master

==== letter ====

Heather looks at her watch quickly... 12:30. She has time. She opens the envelop and pulls the long legal looking paper from the envelop.

==== document ====

Consent to Temporary Submission Agreement

Definition of Parties:

The party of the first part is Master and will be the dominant person under the terms of the Agreement

The party of the second part is girl, also known as Heather Pierce, and will be the submissive person under the terms of the Agreement

Duration:

The duration of this Agreement will fall between the dates and times as listed below:

Start - Saturday at exactly 1:00 PM Eastern Daylight Time

End - Sunday at exactly 12:00 AM Eastern Daylight Time

Terms:

Submissive:

- girl agrees to provide those services as described below and any other specific requests provided by Master, whether written or verbal

- girl agrees to wear only the items provided by Master, to wear all items, nothing more, nothing less

- girl agrees to prepare herself accordingly and travel to State University Library, seek out the study tables on the 4th floor along the east windows and secure the most northerly of these

- girl agrees to research the topic of female submission and attend to specific topics, websites and links as provided by Master

- girl agrees to be obedient and follow any instructions provided by Master, without question, without hesitation

- girl agrees to provide all her time, focus and attention exclusively to Master for his use for the Duration of this Agreement

Dominant:

- Master agrees to provide clear and concise instructions of all services to be rendered by girl during the Duration of this Agreement

- Master will provide girl with financial means to account for all reasonable expenses incurred by girl during the fulfillment of all instructions, and further stipulates such expenses be directed to Mercantile Bank Diamond card #4344 7639 9409 8826

- Master agrees to provide appropriate and reasonable security and safety to girl during her fulfillment of agreed to duties and instructions

Mutual

- Master and girl agree to absolute privacy in all matters, activities, instructions and duties as agreed to within this Agreement and Duration

Attestation:

I, Heather Pierce, agree to the terms and stipulations as documented in this Agreement and take my place as the submissive.

signature: ______________________ date: _________________

I, Master, agree to the terms and stipulations as documented in this Agreement and take my places as the dominant.

signature: ______________________ date: _________________

==== document ====

Heather sets the Agreement on her coffee table and sits back.

"Heather, this is serious... and crazy. He wants you to sign that you will be submissive?"

Yet as she thinks about it, her body reacts... her nipples become erect, her pussy tingling as it has so often this week. She rereads the Agreement, holding it in slightly trembling fingers... she's equally nervous, exited and scared... scared of what this means and scared not to continue. It really doesn't seem to be anything more than what she has already done this week. The clothing and such, like having lunch or dinner, or getting coffee... and she's sure there will be more sexual things. And she does like the idea of knowing what submissiveness means in his eye.

She takes a long breath and stares at the document on the table in front of her. 12:53. She is running out of time... but she already knows what she is going to do... thinking about it more won't change anything.

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I see her door open just as the rain starts and hurry up the walk.

"Hello! Here is the envelop that you have been waiting for. Sorry about the rain!"

"No worries ma'am. Thank you and have a wonderful rest of the day."

"Thank you," she says with a dazzling smile, "you too!"

I drive away a moment later, peeking at the Agreement, seeing that she has signed it. I smile and drive to the bank, placing the Agreement in the safe deposit box as I said I would. Next, I head to the library, knowing I will reach it well before she does. Everything is prepared.

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Heather opens the large flat box. It contains clothing, just as she thought. The second box is a mystery and she opens the seal carefully. Inside she finds another letter and a backpack.

==== letter ====

Heather,

As promised, I have provided everything you will need for the day, including a laptop and accessories. It is yours as my gift, even if our time together ends prematurely. You will need to bring this with you on your trip to the library. You can use it for the research and such while you are there.

Master

==== letter ====

Heather pulls out the backpack and finds the laptop and all the accessories she could possibly need. She smiles and sets it aside, heading upstairs to get dressed. Setting the clothing box on her bed, she peels off the pink sports bra and leggings, standing nude. Opening the box, the first item is a sexy white thong. She slides them on quickly, pulling the edges out around her already swelling lips, a by product of her heightened sense of sexuality in anticipation of his plans for her today. The Agreement simply compounded it, and she has been nervous and shivering ever since. Next she pulls on a dark green and white tartan pleated skirt. It falls to mid thigh and fits her around the waist perfectly. How he knows her exact size still amazes her. She doesn't find a bra, but instead finds a roll of green tape, a sharpie and another envelop.

==== letter ====

Heather

Since you belong to me today, I wanted to make that more tangible for you. Your instructions are to rip off two pieces of tape, about 6 inches long each. On each you will write the words "Only for Master". You will then place them horizontally across each nipple.

This last instruction is a bit more than you have done for me before. Once you have them in place and before you dress further, walk into your bathroom and take a selfie displaying the labels I have requested. You may hide your face if you like, but please remember... our Agreement is very clear that all of the things we do today will remain absolutely private, between you and I... no one else... ever. I will stand by and live by that promise. If I EVER violate it in any way, now or in the future, I ask that you use the key. I hope this allows you to trust me in this request.

Master

==== letter ====

I am setting up in the small study room I have signed for at the library. There are windows looking out over campus, but with the door closed, no one would be able to tell anyone is in the room. I await her next message eagerly, knowing what I will see.

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Heather sits on the bed holding the tape and sharpie in shaking fingers. She turns and sees the key sitting on her bedside table. Slowly, she rips the tape and carefully sets it on her legs below the skirt. The words appear on both strips before she knows what she is doing. With a deep breath, she brings the first piece of tape up to her left breast. Her nipple is fully erect as she places the center of the tape over it and smooths it out over her skin. A shudder races through her body as she looks down at it. Her shaking fingers bring the second piece to her right breast. The nipple is throbbing as she covers it, smoothing the strip out along her skin. Again she sighs heavily. Walking into the bathroom, she stands before the mirror. The green strips cover her nipples and she can see the words clearly. "Only for Master" A tremor runs through ever inch of her body. Raising the phone, she tries to smile naturally for him, framing herself on the screen... her smile, the cute short skirt, the labels... Before she can change her mind, she takes the picture and sends it.

"oh my gosh Heather. I can't believe you just did that..." she thinks, slightly breathless as she sits on the bed again.

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I open her message quickly. She is absolutely gorgeous... her shy smile, her perfect breasts, the tape with her sweet handwriting proclaiming they belongs to me... the cute and sexy school girl skirt. I will never break my promise to her and betray her trust, but this picture will live forever in my mind... I know it.

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Heather continues dressing. A light white sleeveless v neck sweater with dark green edges and a State University symbol on the left breast is next. It is loose on the top with over large arm holes, but the waist is tight to her stomach, and like he seems to like, leaves a line of her skin exposed if she moves at all. She checks the deep v to be sure the tape can't be seen or that anyone might be able to tell she is braless by looking around her arms. She sighs with relief that neither seem to be an issue. Bobby socks and green saddle shoes are next. And of course, a hair band for a pony tail. The last item is a pair of black rimmed glasses. She sets them on her face... and finds they don't have a prescription. She pulls the last of the tissue paper from the box and finds a small slip of paper at the bottom.

==== note ====

Please wear the key, but keep it tucked under your sweater, and please wear this, it should fit your pinky finger well.

==== note ====

Taped to the note is a dainty gold ring. Sliding the ring onto her left pinky finger, she smiles again as it fits perfectly. Heather slips the chain over her head. Dangling the key, she lets it slide slowly between her breasts, loving the feel of the cold hard steel as it nestles in her cleavage hidden by the thin collegiate sweater. She returns to the bathroom to do a little light makeup, and starts to giggle. She is the quintessential school girl, although she is a bit older than the typical school girl... but the image looking back at her from the mirror tells her a different story... the short pleated skirt, sweater, saddle shoes and socks, pony tail. And the glasses finish off the outfit perfectly... he simply doesn't miss any details. Yet, she won't look completely conspicuous... ever since Stranger Things and Wednesday, the school girl meme has been in. Besides, she looks cute... and kinda sexy as she appraises herself. Ten minutes later she is out the door with the backpack over her shoulder.

==== message ====

* I'm on my way

* Excellent. Heather, thank you for trusting me with your care and privacy today. It means a great deal to me.

* You're welcome. I do trust you. Did you like my picture...?

==== message ====

I can hear her nervousness in the text and reply immediately.

==== message ====

* Oh my god, are you kidding me? You are truly a goddess Heather. And thank you for complying with the labels. I could have provided generic ones, but thought these would be more meaningful... more personal.

* Thank you. I'm blushing for many reasons lol

* No reason to be embarrassed

* I'm not embarrassed... I'm... happy...

* Brilliant! Let me know when you arrive at the library!

* I will!

==== message ====

Heather laughs as her nerves about the picture wash away. She is truly starting to feel as he keeps telling her... beautiful... and sexy... and gorgeous... like a goddess.

Soon, she arrives at the library. She climbs the main stairs, noticing the many glances of the college boys she passes, very aware of her braless breasts and the tape labels. At the fourth floor she heads to the right, along the book shelves until she gets to an open area. On the left are two rows of low filing cabinets with plants and small sculptures, beyond lay several small study tables, which are deserted. To her right is one study table... it's a bit longer, but again empty. She moves around by the windows and sits facing the room. She pulls the laptop out and flips it open to find another note.

==== note ====

Heather

Hello again. Once you fire things up, you will find a doc on the desktop labeled "For Heather". It contains links to reading and videos and pictures I would like you to review today. Please follow them in order. If you have any questions for me, there is a chat app on the laptop or you can use the phone. What I wish for today is to expose you to the world of BDSM and all it's aspects. Not all will apply directly. Not everything here is what I want. There are many flavors of submission... BDSM, Slave, Submissive, etc, etc. These are all just labels to me. They are boxes. I do not need boxes to tell me what I want or need. I will share my wants and needs with you at a later time depending on how we progress. Today is simply education. I want you to see it and learn and start thinking about your wants and needs. My hope and belief is that your wants and needs will align with mine.

Let me know when you are tired or need a break. I have planned for everything.

Master

==== note ====

I watch her from the cameras I have positioned nearby. One hides in a piece of sculpture on the nearby cabinets. Another sits with the books high on her left. Another on her right. She pulls the laptop out and begins to study. In a few minutes, she opens the backpack and pulls out the steno pad and pen I included. She studies like a seasoned student, jotting things on the notepad as she reads and watches.