Chapter Two Wednesday Heather

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Heather wakes and stretches, enjoying her nakedness. Checking the time, she rushes to the shower, knowing she should have a delivery at 7:00. After a quick shower, she wraps her hair in a towel and slips into shorts and a simple tee, hopping down the stairs, happy and anticipating the day and what Patrick has in store. Before long she has the box containing her outfit on her bed.

She stands before her mirror, slipping into the vibrant blue sleeveless dress. It wraps across her body, leaving a sexy v between her breasts. The asymmetrical hem hangs lower on the left, at about her knee, and reveals several inches above her right. She pulls the wide blue sash around her waist, but there isn't a button or secure way to keep the dress in place. Tucking the sash into itself, she tries to manage it like the picture Sarah included, finding the slightly wrinkled look quite nice.

Suddenly, there's another knock on her door. Rushing down, she opens the door to find a well dressed man standing on her step.

"Good Morning!"

"Good morning. Are you Heather Pierce?" he asks checking some papers.

"Yes... what is this about?" she asks hesitating.

"Ma'am, we have a delivery for you," he smiles pointing to the street.

There a truck sits with a white Audi TT on the bed. At a gesture, a second man in work overalls starts to unload the sleek little car.

"I don't understand..." Heather smiles politely, shivering as she considers what is happening.

"Patrick asked that you give him a call..."

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"Good morning my sweet!"

"Patrick... there's a man here with a car..."

"Yes. I called Paul yesterday afternoon. You enjoyed the Vanquish so much yesterday, I had to. Are you disappointed?"

"It's mine?" she squeals excitedly! "It's.... perfect!"

"I am glad you like it." I say, smiling as she laughs. "I have it on lease, but if you are a good girl, we'll keep it."

"Yes... oh my gosh Yes!" she says and I can hear her still smiling... then in a hushed tone... "thank you so much sir! I will try to be the very best girl for you."

I let her go enjoy the car, very satisfied that my gesture makes her so happy.

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The car is off loaded quickly and the man hands her the keys. The key ring has a round, black, metal tag and the words 'Good Girl' embossed in pink. Heather giggles, gathers her things quickly and jumps in the car. She drives to work with the top down, the wind in her hair. She thinks about his words, that if she is a good girl, she'll get to keep the car and she smiles. Fingering his key hanging on her chest, she knows she will truly be the best good girl she can be for him.

She contemplates the dress he chose for her today. The bright blue is a bit flashier than she would normally wear, but she loves it because he picked it. Without a bra or panties, she knows she will need to take care today... the only thing holding it closed is the wide sash at her waist.

He is quite literally treating her like a princess. The wonderful clothes. The expensive jewelry. The dinners. The CAR! She smiles, feeling wonderful and free and... she doesn't truly and fully understand it... but she knows she would do anything to keep this intoxicating life he is showing her. She parks in the back of the garage and heads up the stairs.

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"Good morning Heather!" I smile, standing as she enters my office.

Heather smiles brightly, her hair wind blown but so beautiful as she steps quickly towards me, setting the coffees aside, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a deep kiss.

"Sir! The car is wonderful! Thank you!" she smiles radiantly.

"You have been a very good girl... and I look forward to continuing to spoil you."

Heather blushes as she hands me my coffee and sits opposite. My eyes can't help themselves, drinking her in, the dress fitting her wonderfully, accenting her smooth thin curves, exposing just enough of her cleavage, but not too much, the asymmetrical hemline sliding along her thigh as she crosses her legs... again providing a wonderful view but not too much. I also notice the key sitting low on her chest, just above the swell of her breasts.

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Heather chit chats excitedly about the Audi and how much fun it was to drive, raving about how she can't believe its hers. Yet she watches his eyes, they are watching her, taking her in, appraising her... no... not judging... appreciating her. She smiles as she realizes she's talking a mile a minute and laughs, but he just smiles and she can tell he is happy.

"Heather, come here please..."

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Heather stands, and moves around the desk, smoothing her dress, checking the sash. I still marvel at how she moves, naturally graceful and smooth. I reach into my desk and take out a wide sharpie marker and I hear her gasp.

"Open your dress," I command.

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Heather looks out at the office nervously, but knows she must obey... knows she wants to obey.

"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... sir..."

She pulls at the sash and opens her dress to him, displaying herself before his eyes. Yet, it's not her nakedness before him that makes her quiver... it is his hand moving towards her with the wide marker in his hand. His fingers trace along her skin just below her breasts, as the marker touches her trembling body.

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Her body quivers as my fingers pass over her smooth skin. The marker touches her and she gasps lightly as I trace the words on her body, along her lower rib cage. As I finish writing, I glance down, seeing the faint remains of my words from the day before low on her stomach where she scrubbed herself clean. I look up and see her staring straight ahead, struggling to remain composed.

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His writing stops and she closes her eyes, taking a long deep slow breath. Opening her eyes, she looks down tentatively, hoping his words don't immediately trigger her jittering clit.

This good girl belongs to Master

Heather gasps again as she reads his words on her....

...good girl

"Sir... Master..." she breaths.

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I stand slowly, gathering her dress, holding it closed for her. Heather looks up at me breathlessly, pulling the sash tight again. My fingers touch the key laying on her skin.

"sir... do you want your key back?"

"No Heather... it is yours now unless you wish to give it back."

"No sir... I want to keep it..."

"It is yours until you do not want it any more. But, for today, let's add this..."

I reach into my desk and remove the black box containing the diamond pendent. Heather turns and as she holds her hair up and out of the way, I hold the diamond out in front of her, lowering it, layering it with the key, clasping the chain behind her neck.

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Heather feels the diamond as it touches her skin, sliding down as he clasps the chain, and it settles between her breasts. She sighs softly, feeling like the diamond somehow belongs right where it is.. Glancing down, she sees the expensive stone sitting against her skin and she knows it will remind her of him all day... a distraction she knows he planned. Then she feels his strong hands on her shoulders, and again, she sighs... the effective of him and his presence continuing to thrill her. He turns her slowly and bends to her upturned face, giving her a light kiss.

"Enjoy your morning my sweet. I'll see you again soon!"

Heather practically runs down the stairs, the diamond bouncing between her breasts. She rushes past her office and directly into the restroom. She pulls her dress open, reading his words, written on her body in bold letters, gasping.

This good girl belongs to Master

She lets her trembling fingers trace along her skin, running them over his marking, then up, fingering the diamond and his key. Being his good girl is all she can think about. It feels like a year ago when she first heard him call her a good girl, but it's only been a week. How did it come so far so fast? He has marked her as his. She has knelt at his feet. He has seen her body... all that she has to offer. Staring into the mirror, she looks at herself... and despite her nerves and conservative nature plus the countless unknowns, she wants more.

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Ever since she breezed out of my office with her sweet, killer smile and the child-like wave I am coming to love, my morning has passed painfully slow. I am terribly distracted. My possession of her is moving much faster than I would have ever believed possible. I know in my gut and my heart that my path is laid out right before me... all I need do is walk it. My pulse quickens as I contemplate it. My plans have been designed to slowly influence her thoughts and mind to think of nothing but me and the life I offer. Yet it seems, she is much further along on this journey than I could have hoped for. How she reacted and sighed when I clasped the diamond around her neck... as if she wanted it, wanted the constant reminder it represents. I pull my phone from my pocket.

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* Hello Heather

* Hi Master!

* Please open your pencil drawer

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She will know what to do.

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Heather gasps as her phone pings and she excitedly opens the drawer. She finds a familiar small black jewelry box and a small package. Opening the box, she sees the gold ring with the chains to either side, the diamonds on each end... and knows instantly what's in the package. The dangles need a pair of panties.

She hurries to the restroom and slips into the thongs, the vibrant blue matching her dress. Soon, she is walking back to her desk, the dangles hitting wonderfully against her thighs, the diamond between her breasts bouncing lightly. He is constantly reminding her of him... and that she belongs to him... all of her belongs to him... and she smiles, knowing it's true. She does belong to him.

At her desk, she pulls out the Agreement for the week and rereads his rules. Closing her eyes, she slowly, softly recites them, feeling the associated tingle that always happens when she reads them. Her eyes open quickly and she wonders, perhaps that's exactly why he continues to adorn her... to reminder her that she does indeed belong to him, and that she should be following his rules at all times.

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Heather enters my office and I smile, putting my cell on mute. She simply takes my Yeti and leaves. A few minutes later she returns, setting the cup on my desk, bending over me for a quick kiss before leaving again with a soft smile. I pick up the cup which is now full again. Her awareness is coming much faster than I would have imagined, connecting the rules with the distractions I plant in her world, a reminder that the whole exercise is about submission and service.

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Heather walks down the stairs slowly, the diamond moving between her breasts softly, the dangles hitting against her thighs. She is admittedly inexperienced in the ways of pleasure and he has asked her to research it. And she has learned a great deal. Yet, for Heather, it is a mind set... a thoughtfulness... to think of how to please another person. For her, this service and submission he is exposing her to is very sexual and exciting, but she is realizing the sexual side is just a part of what he wants and needs from her. Bringing him more water is a simple expression of her understanding.

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* sir, I'm hoping that I didn't interrupt your call. I simply wanted to get you some water.

* Thank you Heather. That was very nice of you. Good Girl

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As she returns to her desk, she shivers at his words... again. She desperately wants to be his good girl... and please him, loving when he uses those words... good girl.

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I wrap up my call and finish a few tasks. It's mid morning and I head down the stairs to her office. Heather is busy with her work and doesn't notice me until I knock.

"Hello Sir!" she smiles brightly, springing up from her chair.

"Do you have time for a break? Perhaps a short walk?"

"Yes. Please!" She says... "sir..."

I take her hand and walk purposefully through her group, letting them see her and I, clearly staking my claim to all who see us.

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Heather walks with him, feeling his strong hand wrapped around hers as he leads her directly through all the people she knows and works with. She smiles politely at those who look, nervous, but also completely elated. She is starting to understand that Patrick's intention is not to hide their relationship, but instead to display it, even while as they walk, the diamonds against her skin reminder her, at the core, privately, she belongs to him.

"Oh my god, Patrick!" she exclaims as they leave the building. "The gossip mill is going to go crazy!"

He stops her, and turns her to face him, looking down into her eyes. With purpose and certainty, he leans in, kisses her fully on the lips, even letting his tongue probe ever so slightly. His hand comes lightly to her face and slowly, they part.

"Let them talk..." he laughs.

"Thank you sir..." she says. "I know some of the girls in our team think I was simply going to be an old maid... I mean... I haven't dated much."

"Well... you are my mine now."

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Heather looks at him as the short, simple statement hits her.

"Am I his?" she asks herself.

But she is his. and she smiles to herself as she realizes, now all those girls also know. He stops suddenly, pulling another small black box from his pocket. The diamond earrings. She smiles and slips them on. And again, she realizes what he is doing. It's not the girls he is sending a message to... it's the men. While it's wonderful for her that he is flaunting their relationship on the third floor, it's also him staking his claim to her... clearly... loudly.

Yes, she is his.

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I walk her right back through the group, not paying any mind to all the eyes peeking over the cubicles or out from the windowed offices. From now on, they all know... Heather belongs to someone... she belongs to me. I give her another soft kiss at her office and return to my desk. Yet before I even reach the stairs, my phone pings.

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* I belong to you sir

* Yes. You do belong to me.

* Thank you, Patrick... sir

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The rest of Heather's morning is a blur of distractions. Several members of her team and those who sit around her stop in with a myriad of questions. She answers all with a bright smile... she is taken and now they all know. She pulls out the Agreement several times, reviewing the rules, continuing to memorize. She goes for several walks, just to feel his reminders... the diamond bumping against her soft breasts as she walks down the stairs... the diamonds swinging between her thighs, his constant reminder that she does truly belong to him. And she runs to the restroom as well, opening her dress, looking at the words he left on her body...

This good girl belongs to Master

Heather even wonders if she should request the nipple dangles from him, but she knows she shouldn't ask, she knows he has his plans. She is determined to BE his good girl. Yet, other than getting water for him, she doesn't really know what else to do for him, not at the office. She longs to serve him as she has seen in the videos, the women kneeling before their men and servicing them... but she can't do that here and he has not allowed her to... yet.

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Heather enters my office again unannounced, carrying two shopping totes. I am on a conference call with the board of one of my companies. She simply smiles, setting the totes on the desk, then begins pulling out small containers of fruit... strawberries, blueberries, pineapple, and then some nuts, setting them out before me. She sets out a small bowl, quietly sets some ice in it then places bottles of water, orange, pineapple, and cranberry juice. Without another word, she clears the packages and the totes and leaves me to my meeting.

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* thank you Heather

* You are welcome sir!

* You didn't have to do that for me, but I very much appreciate your thoughtfulness

* I just wanted to do something nice for you

* You are a very good girl my sweet

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Heather knows that she is admittedly inexperienced in sex and the ways of pleasure, and the research he has asked her to do has been fascinating and exciting and scary. She has learned a great deal but fears disappointing him. And still, she longs to serve him in that way... intimately, like those girls in the videos. When she thinks of serving him, she always thinks of the sexual things first, but she is starting to realize that it's more than that... he will want and need sex, but he will need more from her... the simple things... water, and snacks, and thoughtful gestures. She hasn't ever really lived with or been around other people in daily life, not for a long while. She will need to keep a thoughtful mindset in serving him.

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I sit back, no longer able to concentrate on the board conference call. She is taking Rule Eight to a level I had not expected. I knew she would consider the entire rule to be centered around sexual service, yet, she has intuitively taken it in the spirit that I intended... to be much more than sexual... but to be of service in general.

As lunch nears, I pull the small black box from my drawer and place it in my jacket pocket. Walking down stairs, I knock politely on her door and she looks up, surprised to see me.

"Hi sir!"

"Would you like to go to lunch? Perhaps we can take the Audi?" I suggest.

Heather grins, her eyes sparkling and she grabs her purse. Soon, we are zooming down the long winding drive. I direct her to Nikita, where our table on the patio is all set. I pull out a chair for Heather in a gentlemanly gesture, but in honesty, I also want her facing away from the rest of the patrons on the patio. I sit facing her, also able to see the entire area beyond her. We order our food and I wait for the waitress to withdraw.

"Heather, I hope you don't mind, but I retrieved these from your room at the condo this morning."

He slides across a small black jewelry box, open to show the diamond dangles from Monday. She smiles as she sees the dangles, then blushes...

"Now sir?"

"Yes Heather..."

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"Yes Sir... I will be a good girl for you. Rule Four: I shall be marked as yours. These markings will be labels, or directly on my skin, or as an adornment, or other markings as you desire."

Heather shivers slightly as she recites Rule Four. She has been studying his rules each day and knows them by heart. Yet, saying them, repeating them for him makes her body quiver. Peeking over her shoulder, she knows why he had her sit across from her, not next to him, and perhaps why he chose this particular dress. He rarely does anything without careful thought and preparation. Not seeing anyone paying attention, she discretely pulls the right side of her dress back, revealing her breast, her nipple stiff and standing tall. Taking the lariat, she slips it over her nipple, pulling it snug, feeling her nipple throb. She sits still, letting him look. Patrick nods at her and she nonchalantly pulls her dress over to cover her breast. In a few moments, the waitress returns to refill their glasses.

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I greet the waitress politely, holding out my glass for her. She is come and gone in less than a minute. Heather smiles sheepishly as she leaves, reddening.