The text Darren sent her said jeans, white shirt, braided hair, and come to my office first thing for an inspection.
It was Sunday afternoon and Shawna had not seen Darren since he dropped her off at her car the day before. He had opened her car door for her, kissed her passionately and told her that was the best first date he'd ever had.
She hadn't stopped thinking about him since he drove away. She couldn't wait to see him again. Monday seemed so far away!
She resisted to urge to text him right there and then. She missed him already.
Get a hold of yourself, Shawny! It was one date and you'll see him at work on Monday. Let's get home and feed Chester before he loses his little mind.
Her phone buzzed in her purse.
You are amazing, it read.
The dopey grin that spread across her face was a billboard for pure happiness. Her heart fluttered and a deep satisfaction swept across her whole existence.
I was just thinking the same thing abou you, she texted back.
She had spent that night at home with Chester and a couple sappy movies. Darren sent her a goodnight message just as the second movie was about to end and the movie ceased to exist. She couldn't remember how it ended.
Her morning consisted of going over the events of their date and wanting Monday morning to hurry up and get here already.
When his text about her clothes arrived, she felt everything else slip out of her mind as she ran a mental clothing check to see what she had to meet his request. She decided against everything in her closet and headed out to do some shopping.
After an hour or two of rejecting shirt after shirt, she settled on a classy yet sultry silky affair that let the world know when she was cold. It dipped a little at the neck line, but it was still safe for work.
Probably.
The jeans were another ball of wax entirely, but 6 stores later, she was satisfied with her purchases. She narrowed her search down to two pairs of jeans and got them both just to be sure.
On her way out of the mall, she stopped at the drug store to grab some new razors. She had work to do.
Darren expected immaculate grooming. Always. That meant no more unruly mound for Shawna. She had run her electric trimmer over everything for their date and shaved her legs and so on. She was a lady, afterall.
By immaculate grooming, Darren told her at dinner that meant no hair anywhere south of her navel or in her armpits. Most of that stuff was pretty common and she had shaved her pussy for other men. There was one new spot she had never shaved before though.
She got one of her new razors out of the ridiculously hard to open package and started her shower. Her armpits first, then her legs. When they were all smooth and slick with soap and the slippery residue the razor had built in, she moved on to her pussy.
She was careful not to take too much at once and not cut herself in the those tricky spots. With the lips smooth and luxurious, she shaved the triangle above.
When she was done, she ran her fingers over her smooth lips. Wow, she thought. These razors are awesome. Darren is going to love that.
Now the hard part. She had never even considered shaving her back door and she had no idea how to go about it. No wonder women just waxed down there.
Eventually after a few a very cautious attempts in various positions, she found she could access her ass by putting one foot on the side of the tub, and pulling her cheek open with her free hand.
She was very very careful.
When she was done, she rinsed and moved the shower stream off her body. She ran her fingers over her work and decided that she had done a pretty damn good job. Front, back, legs and pits were as smooth as they could be.
She let her fingers linger a while thinking about Darren's reaction when he touched her soft smooth pussy. She slid her fingers lightly over her velvety folds and imagined him losing control and taking her in his office.
After only a moment lost in these delicious thoughts, her favourite finger slipped inside her. She was already soaked. She imagined Darren's fingers where she had hers, and it wasn't long before she was gasping for breath and holding on to the curtain rod for support.
That man had such an affect on her!
Satisfied that her wardrobe and her grooming met Darren's requirements, she settled in for a deep, blissful sleep.
The morning sun found Shawna up and out of bed, pre-dressed, lotioned up, and ready to go. She was also about two hours early.
The anticipation of Darren's inspection and (hopefully) satisfaction was all consuming. She must have checked her handiwork a dozen times looking for a spot she'd missed, desperately wanting everything to be perfect for him.
As far as she could tell, she was in excellent form.
Finally, it was time to leave. Sort of. It was half an hour early, but she would stop for a coffee on the way, so that would bring her in only twenty seven minutes early.
She gave Chester a good scratch on the way out the door and the butterflies in her stomach carried her all the way past the drive thru and to the office. Oh well.
To her surprise, Shawna saw Darren's car alone in the parking lot when she arrived. He must be one of those guys that like to get to work early, she thought.
Her heart raced as she walked into the office, excited to see her beautiful dominant sadist again.
She held herself back from running into his office and strolled in casually. He was sitting at his desk, working already, and wearing her favourite shirt. She felt herself slip a little further under his spell and she didn't mind at all.
"Good morning," she said with a huge smile.
Darren looked up and flashed his heart melting genuine grin. "Good morning, beautiful," he said. "Come in and shut the door, please."
She happily complied.
"I'm very happy to see you again," he said. "It's been a long couple days."
"It's been torture," Shawna agreed.
He came around the desk and drank in the sight of her for a moment before touching her face softly and kissing her soul.
They kissed like high school kids for a few beautiful moments before he broke it off and looked deep into her eyes. He grinned his grin and whispered "lesson time."
Shawna's heart jumped at the chance to learn something new.
"Inspection position one," Darren began, "looks almost like you're being arrested."
He moved behind her, standing close and whispered in her ear. His cologne once again filling her nose, anchoring him in her mind forever.
Taking hold of her wrists, he moved her hands gently up and behind her head. "Lace your fingers together and hold your hands like this," he said firmly.
His foot slid between her feet, and he pushed on her right foot to indicate he wanted her to move it to the side.
"Spread your legs a little more than shoulder width and hold that position," he said. "This is inspection position one. Remember it, and be ready to take this position at anytime. Understood?"
Shawna's heart beat was everywhere. She could feel it in her chest, in her eyes, and most definitely in her pussy as she burned the position into her mind.
"Yes, sir" she said.
"Good girl," Darren whispered. "Are you ready for this?"
"God yes!"
Still standing behind her with his body pressed against hers, his heat coming through her silky new shirt, he moved his hands slowly up from her waist along her sides. They moved up like a blind man reading a braille love letter, absorbing every nuance of her body through her clothes.
His hands teased around her breasts without touching them directly before sliding down the front of her body, over her navel, and settling on the button of her new jeans.
"Who's body is this?" He asked her, running his fingers just inside her waistband.
Shawna's pussy flooded with the sound and the intent of his question.
"It's yours," she said.
"And who's pussy am I going to inspect?"
"Yours," Shawna moaned. She wanted him so bad.
"And am I going to like what you've done with it?"
She could feel his excitement pressing against her ass and she pressed back into him.
"Yes," she said.
"I'm sure you've done an excellent job," Darren whispered. "But I can't just take your word for it. I need to see for myself."
Shawna's mind swam in sea of innuendo. Darren opened he button and lowered her zipper slowly. He pushed his hands into the open flaps of her jeans and slid them around to her hips, then pushed her jeans down just a little bit.
Lingering for just a moment at the waist band of her lacy white panties, Darren finally slid his hand slowly down her belly and softly ran his fingers over her smooth pubic mound.
"Very nice," he whispered, teasing at the very top of her slit.
She was already slick with her anticipation and her body moved to accommodate his fingers finding their way to her waiting, aching lips.
Darren pushed the back of his hand against her panties and jeans so he could slide his hand further down her pants without touching her. His fingers hovered over her, so close she could almost feel their heat. She wanted his touch so bad she tried to sink herself down onto his hand, but he held her with his free hand.
"This pussy is mine," he said firmly. "I'll touch it when I'm ready. Understood?"
Shawna struggled to breathe as her anticipation and desire took hold of her body.
"Yes, sir," she whimpered.
"Good girl," he hissed, and slid his hand up and over her silky lips, his middle finger running right up her wet slit and across her throbbing clit.
She gasped as the jolt of sexual electricity surged through her and her whole body tensed. Her hands almost came down from her position, but she kept them in place.
Darren moved his hand slowly back over her pussy, his fingers cupping the whole outside of her beautifully groomed folds. He searched every little area for any missed hairs. He was thorough in his search.
"I'm very impressed," he said finally. He slippped his middle finger just inside her lips and pulled his hand slowly up and out of her pants. His wet finger left a little trail of her juice as it skimmed up her belly.
Shawna shook involuntarily and her breath again caught in her throat.
