Breakfast became an everyday event as they had discussed. It also became ordinary for Ron to instruct Betsy in what to wear. Seldom did she wear underwear at all any more, and then only if they discussed the particular reasons. It never occurred to her that this might be anything but normal.
Still, other than an occasional kiss or caress, their relationship was not very sexual. For 12 days they met at the Red Cat CafΓ© for breakfast at 9 am. He usually called her the evening before to chat and included her wardrobe for the following day. She happily complied. They would chat lightly about business or people they both knew, usually keeping the conversation light.
Thursday morning at breakfast, Ron invited Betsy to an evening out Friday. He asked her to meet him at his home and gave her directions. As they parted to encounter their days, Ron drew her to him, kissed her deeply.
"My dear girl, how you have grown on me! Now, go sell something!" He then whispered, "I love your breasts, my girl!" He kissed her forehead as he turned to go.
He did seem to have a knack for keeping her off balance. More and more, thoughts of him filled her spare time, driving time, daydreaming time ... Thursday passed uneventfully until the call from Ron. He caught her in the middle of dinner.
"Good evening my girl. How was your day?"
"Hi Ron! I had an excellent day. Got 2 new listings. How was Your day, Sir?" She replied playfully.
"Wonderful! Tell me about these listings," he insisted, and she gave him the desired information about the listings she had acquired. "Now, dear one, tell me, how do you feel about tomorrow evening? Are you excited?"
Laughing, she answered, "Yes, Sir! I'm throbbing with excitement." Again she laughed ... until she noticed the silence on the other end of the line.
"Good," he said after a short pause. "Now, as for your wardrobe. Tomorrow for work, please wear your black pleated skirt, the shorter one with that lime green chiffon blouse we just bought. Accessories are up to you. For tomorrow evening. I will leave it up to you, but I want you to dress as sexy as you are able. The specifics, I'll leave to you."
"Where are we going?" She asked.
Laughing, "You'll find that out tomorrow when we arrive in the parking lot. Now it is time for you to sleep. Please sleep nude tonight, my beautiful girl, and imagine me watching over you. Until morning, g'night."
Before she had a chance to argue or ... anything, he had already gone. Strange. He is getting a bit demanding, she thought, but then ... I don't really mind. She curled up nude in her bed and did as he suggested, and thought of him watching over her. She slept deeply.
Kneeling between her beloved Master's knees, Betsy ministered her deep love and adoration to her Master's penis while he read the newspaper and sipped on a brandy. He had poured a glass of wine for her, but she seemed quite content in her favorite place. Every now and then, she shifted her position to allow for circulation to her legs, but she had not stopped her adoration now for nearly 4 hours.
At last, he took her hand and lifted her to a standing position. "Go, please, my girl, and fetch the steel cuffs and your favorite nipple clamps, and return quickly."
She obeyed promptly and returned with the requested items. She quickly assumed a position prostrate in front of him, on her belly, her ankles and wrists crossed behind her. Without any further instruction, he applied the heavy steel cuffs one to each wrist. She then rose to a lovely kneeling posture, arching her back nicely as if to offer Him her breasts. He attached a beautifully jeweled nipple clamps slowly.
"Betsy, tell me why you selected these clamps, please."
"Master, I chose these because you have said they are your favorite on me. You say they were made just to show off the beauty of my breasts."
"Very good, my girl. Do you not like them, also?"
"Of course, Master! I adore them! They make me feel so ... so yours!"
"Well tonight, my love, I want to take some photos of you for our website, and I want you to look your best! One thing we must do first. I want to prepare you, so if you will take your place, please on the medical table in the spare room, I'll be right there."
Funny. In all her times in his cabin, this room had never before been open to her. She opened the door and was shocked to see a very professional looking Dr's office. The typical medical table complete with stirrups was in the middle of the large white room. There were cabinets all around the room with various instruments arranged on top. There was a huge spotlight overhead. Everything was black and white. Betsy mounted the table and had the funny feeling she really was in a doctor's office right down to the nervousness. Her nipples ached from the clamps and were a deep purple, and her arms were still pulled behind her and fastened with the heavy cuffs. As she look ed around the room, she also noticed that one wall was blank but for some heavy duty hooks of some sort. She wondered what sort of photos her Master wanted to take of her. This also was a new thing, and her mind raced with the possibilities.