She stood naked in front of the mirror save for the sheer red thong she held in her hand, looking at herself through His eyes. Seeing what He would see if He could be there with her.
He had requested she wear this red scrap of panty today. No, He had not requested it.
He had ordered it.
There had been a change in Him lately. He had become a man not afraid to go after and take what He wanted. Breaking through the rubble that had stifled Him for years, He stood and declared her, His.
"Mine." He said. "MINE!"
The first time she saw the words, it sent butterflies through her tummy. He wanted to possess her. She couldn't define how that made her feel. Whatever feeling it was, it was sinfully strong.
She loved Him. She didn't always understand Him, but she loved Him. She knew that her love would lead her anywhere He needed to go.
"Wear your red thong to work. Message me before you leave for the day and I'll tell you what to do next."
The red silk felt like fire in her hands as she unwittingly twisted it in knots. She was at a cross roads. Unaware of what exactly her choices were but aware that there was a choice all the same.
He would never know if she chose not to wear them. He was halfway across the country. They rarely even spoke on the phone. He would be none the wiser if she put on her regular panties. She could say that she had worn them for Him and just play along with the game.
But this didn't feel like a game.
She could almost feel His hand on hers as she played at the silky wetness between her legs. Feeling her desire for Him burning through her.
No, this wasn't a game at all.
She put on the red thong, feeling the strip of fabric settle between her ass cheeks. She had worn it a hundred times, yet this time when she put it on, she felt branded.
She finished dressing, checked her reflection in the mirror, and noticed the flush to her face. She wanted Him more than she ever wanted another human being in her life but more than she wanted Him, she wanted to please Him. It excited her to no end that she excited Him.
What was happening to her? What were these feelings? Where were they coming from? Why was she wearing this for Him? She was following His order as if He owned her. He didn't own her! She was her own person. She was in charge of herself! She should change her panties right now.
No... there wasn't time for that. She'd be late for work.
Her phone alerted her to random messages throughout the day and each time she tensed, thinking it was Him. It never was. She hoped it was and also prayed that it wasn't. She was so conflicted. Why? She loved Him. This was the man that she loved!
On every other day before, she would message Him to let Him know she was done working, so today she convinced herself it was the same. She told herself they would chat like they always did and everything would be fine.
"Hi Babe. I'm almost done working. What a long day! How are you?"
"Go in the bathroom, remove your thong, and message Me when you're in your car."
She bristled at the command. Who was this man? He hadn't even answered her question.
"Okay."
On shaky legs she walked into the restroom. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she paused. She looked like a deer caught in head lights. Why was she doing this? She should just say she did and let Him finish His game.
The moisture between her legs and the glow to her face reminded her once again...
This was not a game.
Locking herself in a stall, she removed her pants, took off the drenched thong, and redressed. The seam on her slacks brushed against her pussy lips and made her mounting desire even harder to ignore.
What would He have her do next? Will He go too far? Wasn't this too far? What was too far? Where would she draw the line? Could she draw it? Did she want to draw it?
She felt panic. What was happening to her?
