Fresh out of her morning shower, Grey hung her wet towel over the back of the chair and stood naked in front of the webcam. She knew Robert was watching and could almost feel the heat of his gaze. After two weeks, her nervousness in front of the camera had faded. She felt free and uninhibited - sexy, even - as she displayed herself for their mutual pleasure.
She quickly retrieved two pair of panties from the dresser and returned to stand in front of her laptop.
Robert had been dressing her every morning since she'd passed the Second Gate.
The panties were first, and they more than anything else determined the kind of work day she would have. She had selected both a skimpy black cheeky pair and a crimson hip-hugger style.
In the last two weeks she'd learned his preferences well. He liked black, red or pink - never white. He'd rejected every pair of 'granny panties' that she'd shown him, preferring thongs or V-strings or clinging cheeky styles. "Something with shape" as he said it.
She slowly pulled on the black pair, conscious of the way her breasts shook and wobbled as she bent over to slip her ankles into the underwear. She straightened and slowly turned to show him the view from the front, sides and the rear, then stood and waited on his direction.
You look absolutely delicious, kitten. Next one?
She quickly stripped off the black pair and pulled on the red one, taking care to ensure that it was fitting properly. She did another slow turn in front of the camera, then stood awaiting his choice.
She hoped he would choose one pair or the other. The day before, he had rejected both her selections and instead sent her to work bare-assed under a knee-length skirt. The extreme arousal and embarrassment she felt throughout the day had made a mess of her. But the mind-shattering orgasm he had given her that night had wiped out any resentment about the decision.
Oh, the red, definitely.
She beamed a wide smile at the webcam, happy that one of her two picks had pleased him and also relieved that she wouldn't be 'going commando' for a second straight day.
Thank you Sir. What about a bra?
Hmmmm. It would be a real shame to cover those beauties...
Sir! I can't go to work without a bra!
She figured he was just teasing, but she couldn't be one hundred percent sure. It was entirely within his power to send her to work bra-less. The thought scared and thrilled her. How had he gained such control?
Heh heh. Pick one that matches the panties, kitten.
She selected one from her dresser and modeled it for him with a slow turn, her hands behind her head. She was wet already, and not from the shower. Their morning ritual always left her warm with arousal - she enjoyed being the object of his lust.
Mmmm. Are you sure you have to go to work?
Unfortunately I do, Sir. Will I be in pants or a skirt today?
I'd like to see you in a dress.
She rolled her eyes and then gave a resigned look to the webcam. She had several skirts but few dresses. Despite that - or because of it - he was always eager to put her in a dress. "They're more feminine." was his often-stated opinion. More difficult to clean as well! She didn't truly mind the extra effort, though, if it pleased Robert.
I only have three dresses, Sir. The red bra and panties would probably show through my two white dresses. I've got a black one, although it's a little formal for work. Shall I show you?
Yes please.
She'd bought the black dress on a budget, hoping it would be suitable for both work and evening wear. It was clearly better suited for the latter. She put it on and modeled it in front of her laptop.
Wow.
She smiled and blushed. Although she would never admit it, she felt the dress made her look nice, if not pretty. It was a conservative cut, high at the neckline and low at the hemline. Appropriate for the office, if maybe a touch on the dressy side.
Is this okay, Sir?
Much, much better than okay kitten. It's very pretty on you.
I'm glad you're pleased, Sir. It's almost time for me to get this day started - was there anything else before I sign off?
One more thing. What city do you live in?
Toronto, Sir. Why do you ask?
She replied without considering what she was sharing, and it shocked her. A couple of weeks ago she would have agonized over sharing that kind of information with him. Was she growing to trust him? Or merely growing careless?
North, south, east or west part of the city?
Towards the west end, Sir.
Excellent - thanks for the information. I need it for the Third Gate this evening. I'm not stalking you.
Yes Sir. Thanks for reassuring me. I'm pretty nervous about the Third Gate as it is.
Me too. There's plenty at stake. But I have confidence that you'll do fine.
HE was nervous? Then why didn't he forget about these stupid Gates altogether? They were his idea, after all, and he was the only one insisting on them.
I've got to go or I'll miss the bus. Text me at work, Sir?
Guaranteed, kitten. Enjoy your morning.
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Please tell me about the Third Gate, Sir.
Grey was in bed by 9:00, naked and sitting propped up against pillows. She was lightly stroking her nipples as instructed, using only the palms of her hands. The mild arousal was welcome; it served to take the edge off the fear she was feeling.
"Before we do that, I want to hear your feelings about the Second Gate." his voice was a gentle caress, calm and soothing. "What do you think about the webcam?"
She took a moment to think before responding.
My biggest fear was that you wouldn't like what you saw. But you seem to be okay with it, so I feel a lot better about that.
"I love the way you look, kitten. That fear was unfounded."
