Chapter Two Tuesday 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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PS - sorry the postingg order got messed up. the Sunday submission got held up in review. I'll try to the get the order fixed oe will figure out how to post as a series.

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Heather wakes to a light kiss on her forehead. She rolls onto her back and looks up into his eyes.

"... good morning... sir..." she smiles sleepily.

"Good morning my sweet. I must go into the office early. Marco will bring you in when you are ready. And please scrub my words from your skin. I will provide you with new ones."

"yes sir... " Heather says instantly fully awake.

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I purposely don't give her any instructions for the morning. I want to see if she thinks of doing a service for me... like bringing me coffee or breakfast. My belief is she will... that she will want to.

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Heather stretches long and sweet, having slept the best she has all week. No more nightmares troubled her sleep after his words to her. She jumps in the shower, thinking of her day, wondering what new words he will give her, where he will place them. A thrill runs up her spine as she scrubs at the words between her breasts, his mark, sad as she sees it disappear from her body, but excited for the mark he will make today. She wonders what he had to go into the office early for, and if he had time to get coffee. She wants his day to go well and decides that she should bring him some, to serve him in this small way. Plus, it gives her an excuse to stop at his office to start the day and receive his mark. Before long, she is standing in front of the mirror in the boho dress. The colors are vibrant and playful. Her long legs are highlighted in the dress and her braless breasts create nice pines under the thin fabric, capped with a faint outline of her erect nipples. Heather knows she will get looks today, but she knows who she belongs to. She reaches for the wonderful fun bangles Greta helped her with, slipping them onto her wrists, followed by the rings. Lastly, she pulls the necklace with the key over her head, tucking it under the dress, feeling it resting securely against her chest. She appraises herself in the mirror... fun, sexy... she smiles and pulls the dress to her left, exposing her entire shoulder. Her smile looks back at her from the mirror... flirty too.

"Coffee today Macro? Dark roast black right?" she asks Marco as they pull into Apollo.

"That's very kind Heather, thank you."

Heather walks into Apollo to a long line. She checks her watch, but she has time... and she smiles because he doesn't care who might see her in his office. The line moves steadily, and she notices appreciative glances from a few of the men in the shop but they don't trouble her. She feels sexy but confident in the short dress. Soon, she is mixing his coffee, hoping he will be surprised, hoping he didn't stop to pick it up himself. She wants to be his good girl and help him start his day right. She hands Marco his coffee and soon they are pulling into the building.

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I am waiting for them as they pull in, and open the door for Heather. She slides her long legs out and I can't help myself, admiring her smooth skin exposed all the way to mid thigh as her dress slides up while she steps out. She smiles shyly, and I lean in, giving her a light kiss.

"Thank you for taking care of Heather, Marco. I won't be needing you any further today, so why don't you take a well deserved day off?"

"Thank you Patrick. My pleasure. Heather is no trouble at all." he smiles, lifting his coffee before pulling away.

Taking her hand, we walk up the stairs together. Heather looks around as we walk, looking to see if anyone is watching, yet most people haven't arrived this early. I escort her into my office and she sits in the chair opposite me as I take my seat. The boho dress is incredibly colorful and simple and sexy. The hem is short on her thighs as she sits, in complete contrast to the long loose sleeves. She has pulled the neckline to the side, exposing her left shoulder, creating a sexy yet demure look. She smiles shyly and smooths the dress on her thighs, clearly not entirely comfortable with a shorter dress and doesn't cross her legs only her feet. I remind myself that I will need to help her gain her confidence and comfort in such things... her legs are too wonderful not to display them.

Smiling, I let her see my eyes appraising her, and she looks at me calmly, timid, but unflinching. I open my drawer and slide a small jewelry box to Heather. She smiles and opens it to find the pair of diamond stud earrings I gave her yesterday.

"Sir? I didn't wear the diamond pendent. I wore the key..."

"That is perfect Heather. The diamonds will match this..." I add, sliding another black jewelry box to her.

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Heather smiles again, opening the box, but her face changes to puzzlement. Inside is a gold ring, with about 6 inches of gold chain to each side. On each end is set a diamond the same as the chain she is wore yesterday, matching the studs in her ears. She looks at it curiously, not sure how to wear it.

"sir?"

"Open your legs for me Heather."

Heather gasps, looking over her shoulder. While it's early, she is completely unprepared for this command. She knows she must obey him and slowly opens her knees. The hem of her dress moves up her legs and she knows he can see the crotch of her blue and purple panties.

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Heather opens her legs and I can see her panties, her large pussy lips pressing against the thin fabric. I feel a twitch in my pants and feel my cock stirring. She looks at me, clearly nervous, and I smile softly.

"It is designed as lower body jewelry. Pull one end through your panties, with the gold circle resting in the middle, allowing the two ends to dangle out each side."

Heather slides forward in her chair, her legs apart, holding one of the diamonds, tucking it into the side of her panties. Her face reddens deeply as she pulls the crotch of her pantries out, until the diamond is out the other side. She slowly pulls on it and can feel the thin chain against her pussy lips. He watches her until the ring is centered in her pantries and she adjusts the crotch to cover her rapidly swelling lips. The sparkling diamonds hang from her panties, resting against the seat as she slides back.

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"Sir, may I close my legs?"

"Yes, that is fine," he says, his eyes watching as she moves her knees together.

Heather is still blushing as she brings her knees together and smooths her dress over her thighs, intrigued by this new jewelry. She remembers the diamond hanging between her breasts yesterday, bouncing off her boobs as she moved all day. She remembers the diamonds that hung from her nipples, swinging at the slightest movement, tantalizing her all day. While she sits, the diamonds beneath her skirt are silent, but she imagines if she walks, they will bounce off her thighs and be a constant reminder. A shiver passes through her.

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I can see her mind wondering and figuring out the purpose of these new diamond dangles that lie between her thighs. Her sweet face shows she has figured it out quickly and that she is curious.

"Heather, please come and stand before me."

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Heather stands and moves around the desk, feeling the diamonds hitting gently against her thighs. She smiles slightly, enjoying the sensation, excitement for the day ahead growing. As she steps before him, Patrick turns his chair to face her. He pulls open his pencil drawer and finds the sharpie he used yesterday... to write on her... and she feels her breath catch...

"he is going to write on me again....!" she thinks, her mind screaming in anticipation.

"Heather, please pull your dress up for me..."

She trembles with barely contained excitement as she lifts her dress, exposing her thighs and the diamonds hanging against them, her panties, her lips swollen under the crotch, then more, until he nods. She looks out into the office slightly nervous, but her main emotion is unadulterated exhilaration!

"He is going to mark me again!"

"sir... 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 breaths, whispering the words softly.

She feels his hands on her lower stomach, just above the line of her panties and closes her eyes, holding her breath, intoxicated and shivering. Gasping as she feels the pen on her flesh, she feels him writing... marking her. Heather feels a twinge between her legs and she knows he can feel her quivering.

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I run my fingers slowly over her skin as I prepare to mark her. She shivers in eager anticipation and I smile. She wants to be marked. I will need to make sure to mark her each day going forward as it seems to be eliciting the reaction I want. Moving very slowly, I write my marking on her skin, just above the waist band of her thong. Feeling the heat from between her legs, I take a long, slow breath, not letting her know the affect she is starting to have on me. I must own her before letting her know that she will own me in turn. I finish writing, letting my fingers linger on her soft skin, trailing a finger from her hip, down along the front of her trembling thigh. Heather opens her eyes, looking down at me, her face flushed as I replace the pen into the drawer.

"Heather, you may lower your dress and sit again."

"Yes sir..." she says breathlessly as her skirts fall back into place.

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Heather sits and is dying inside. She knows he marked her and she desperately wants to see it. Yet she knows she can't until he allows her to. Her nervous energy is off the charts as she smooths her dress on her legs again, laying her hands in her lap, feeling his mark as if it were burning through the thin fabric. Licking her lips, she struggles to remain calm, wanting to see it... needing to see it...

"sir..." she whispers... "may I look at your mark?"

Patrick smiles slightly at her question, but doesn't answer right away. He simply watches her, his eyes locked on hers. He is intense and she can't hold his gaze, looking down at her hands... and under her dress... the mark... his mark.

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I smile as she asks, almost begging... but I won't let her look... not yet... not for a while.

"Heather, I understand your desire to see how I have marked you, but I will not allow you to view it... for now."

Heather's disappointment is clear to see on her face and she looks down. A visible shiver runs through her.

"ok... sir... " she whispers.

"Heather, I will allow you to see my mark soon enough. Now, be a good girl and return to your desk. Thank you for the coffee."

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Heather feels that tingle again at being called his good girl. She stands and smiles softly, knowing she desperately wants to see his mark, knowing she can't... the distraction will be horrible. His control over the mark and revealing it to her has her off balance and uncertain... and she knows it is likely on purpose.

"sir... may I give you a kiss before I go?" she says, standing at her chair, not looking up.

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I stand and step around my desk, coming to her, leaning in, holding her head, kissing her ever so lightly on the lips. I feel her melt, and she shivers again. I withdraw from her lips, and look into her eyes, holding her gaze for a long moment. Her crystal green eyes stare back.

"You belong to me."

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"I do belong to you, sir..."

Heather feels the shudder start in her clit and rocket out through her entire body. She is already in a heightened state and knows she urgently needs to gain control or she will lose herself. Taking a deep breath, she looks up into his eyes, then turns, heading out his door. She walks slowly away, feeling her body bordering on explosion.

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I am very happy at her sexual capacity and eagerly look forward to continuing her transformation. I watch her as she moves down the stairs slowly, her hand carefully on the rail. I know the dangles are likely driving her mad and the rustling of her skirts on her legs a constant reminder of the mark which I have not allowed her to see. She knows it's right there.

==== message ====

* no peeking my sweet. I will know if you do. Do not force me to discipline you

* yes sir

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Heather reads and replies to his message as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. She is not far from her office, but, feeling the diamonds bouncing off her thighs as she walked down the stairs, knowing his mark is right there... she wants to look... to see it... but knows she can't. Her pussy is not only damp, but wet, her clit pulsing, her stomach fluttering. Her lips are swollen and distended... she hopes her panties hold them in. He seems to know exactly how to push her, to excite her, to manipulate her... She wonders at how easily he has established control over her... and still, she wants more...

She reaches her desk and sits quickly. Placing her hands flat on her desk, closing her eyes, simply breathing. She struggles to push the image of his mark on her body away from her mind, yet, slowly, she regains herself. As the pulsing in her clit slows and her breathing returns to near normal, she opens her eyes. It might be a long and exhausting day she admits.

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I return to work yet my mind is distracted like I've never experienced before. Her submissive nature and obedient desires are palpable. She wants to serve... she needs to serve... she is simply discovering it. Just the notion of me labeling her almost made her cum without any other stimulation. I knew when I first discovered her that I would enjoy transforming her, but she is exceeding my wildest dreams and desires. I simply have to allow it to happen.

"Don't rush things Patrick... be patient," I remind myself.

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Heather tries to start her day, but is constantly distracted. The mere thought of his mark causes her to shudder, and she tries to push it from her mind. Getting water or going for a walk is sweet torture, the diamonds moving between her legs almost more than she can take. It is like he has lit her entire body on fire and she doesn't have the ability to put it out. Yet, as the first hour or so of her morning passes, things calm... she calms. She pours herself over her email and other mundane work, pushing her mind away from her crazy and intense and wonderful reality. By mid morning, she is under control again, yet she knows, he can set her off again at any moment.

==== message ====

* Hello Heather. Are you doing better?

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Heather almost laughs at his message. She was operating on the hopeful illusion that perhaps he didn't know how much he had affected her this morning, but he knows... and now, she knows he knows.

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* I'm great... sir.

* Excellent. Please open your bottom file drawer

* Yes sir

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Heather feels excited that she will likely find a gift waiting for her. The small but slightly heavy box is carefully wrapped. She sets it on her desk and unwraps a small wooden box. Opening it, she finds two stainless steal balls in a velvet lining.

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* Thank you sir. What are they?

* No questions. Do you remember where the tree from yesterday morning is?

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Heather feels a thrill rush up her spine as she remembers standing before him, her breasts naked, her arms overhead... the feel of his lips on her nipples for the first time.

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* Yes sir

* You are a good girl, Heather. Please go to the tree and bring the gift. You will find a note with further instructions once you get there

* Yes sir... now sir?

* Yes Heather.

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From a spot on the first floor, I watch as she reaches the stairs. I still marvel at how she moves, elegant, graceful yet athletic and youthful. The dress swishes on her legs and her breasts bounce enticingly as she descends the steps. I wait for her to reach the second floor before heading out. Once outside, I move quickly to a spot near the tree. Everything is ready.

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Heather walks quickly, the diamonds swinging wildly as she rushes along the path and she can hear them occasionally clack against each other. She slows, knowing she doesn't want one of the diamonds to fall from the settings, but also, if anyone were to pass by... The walk seems terribly long, but soon, she reaches the side trail and follows it to the tree. A white envelop sits on a small table in the clearing.

==== note ====

Heather,

I am glad you are here my sweet. Do you remember rule six?

First, set the balls on the table.

Second, remove your panties and the diamonds and set them on the table.

Three, stand with your back to the tree, your arms overhead grasping the branch.

Your Master,

Patrick

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Heather puts her hands to her face... take her panties off? stand with her hands over her head? Memories of yesterday come flooding back... this exact spot, exposing herself... but he was here with her... Patrick... she is alone now. She peeks around, and sees no one, hears no one... closing her eyes and taking a long and slow breath, she steadies herself. Setting the small box containing the balls on the table, she reaches under her dress and pulls her panties down her legs. They cling to her wet pussy and then they are free. She steps out of them and sets them on the table with the diamonds. With a deep breath, she moves to the tree, reaching up, twining her fingers around the branch overhead as she did yesterday, painfully aware of her skirt rising even higher on her thighs. And the affect is the same.

She stands against the tree, feeling excited and edgy and vulnerable. Her eyes search the woods for any sign of a person, or the sounds of someone on the path, but she is alone. Her heart is racing and her breath quick. A minute goes by and her pulse pounds in her body. Another minute passes and she yearns for him to come to her. She wonders where he is and shakes with needy tension. She can hardly contain herself as the time passes.

"where is he?" she thinks urgently.

She doesn't see or hear him until he steps around the tree and she gasps in surprise.

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I smile as she sees me, but she remains a good girl, keeping her hands overhead, holding the branch.

"Are you being a good girl Heather!"

"YES! I am your good girl Master! Rule Six: I will obey all your instructions provided verbally, written, text, messenger or otherwise. No questions. No hesitation."

I regard her for a long minute, simply looking at her. She squirms and shifts, not from discomfort... but with need. With her arms overhead, her breasts are lifted, almost presenting themselves to me, and the heeled sandals accent her luscious legs the short dress exposes. She is quite literally appetizing to my eyes. I step to the table and pick up her warm and damp panties. Turning to face her, I hold them out, examining them, feeling her wetness on the crotch. Heather watches me intently, but I resist my urges to sample her, to smell her and taste her... that will come soon. After a moment, I set the panties back on the table and open the box, removing the two stainless steel balls. Flipping them in my hand, I let her hear the slight jangling sound they make. Without a word, I step before her, using my foot to force her feet further apart.

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She watches in disbelief as he picks up her wet panties and runs his fingers along the wet crotch. He rubs his fingers together and she freezes as she thinks he will bring them to his face, but he doesn't... he sets them aside, picking up the curious silver balls. Then he is before her and Heather gasps as he pushes her feet until she stands with her legs shoulder width apart. Her vulnerability escalates and she takes more long deep breaths. He reaches down and lifts her dress all the way to her hips, exposing her completely below the waist. She shivers and feels helpless... but she trusts him. He smiles and holds the balls up for her to see, letting her hear the light jingling... then lowers them.