The next morning, Sarah woke up from her alarm clock. Quickly moving over to turn it off she found herself alone in bed. No sight of John. Had he left during the night? Sarah replayed the night in her mind, John asking her if she had enjoyed getting fingered in the elevator. How had he known that? She was sure she hadn't told him about it, but someone must have. The only other person left was whoever had done it to her, unless John's little tease about the other guys around her knowing what was happening, was more than just that.
And then there was him telling her to beg him to be his bimbo before he allowed her to cum. She had never had any indication that John was into bimbos but then she also had no idea that he was into submissive women.
It hadn't been difficult to beg him and the reward had been amazing. Sarah couldn't remember ever having cum that hard. So hard that not only had she fallen asleep right after but slept through the night, even though it had still been early.
Maybe John had gone home to let her rest alone? But she needed to talk to him. Finally, she decided to get out of bed, she did have to go to work after all. But before she moved to the bathroom she checked the house just to be sure, John wasn't there. She found a note on her kitchen table.
Had to leave early for work, I will see you tonight. Come by around half past seven, I'm taking you out.
The thought of that excited her but at the same time she really did want to talk to him and anywhere he was going to take her would most likely be too public for that kind of conversation. She took her phone and sent him a text.
Found your message. Looking forward to tonight. But I have so many questions.
Then she went to get ready for her day at work.
A few minutes later when she was about to leave, she heard the notification sound of her phone and checked the message John had sent her in reply.
I know and I promise I will answer every last one of them tonight when we are back home.
Sarah was glad that he acknowledged that she had questions and promised to give her answers even if it meant having to wait until after whatever he had planned for them. She had no reason not to trust him after all.
Best to try to focus on her work, but it was hard when she could still hear John's voice in her ear and feel his hands on her body.
Sarah's work day was fairly normal until after lunch. She had given the guys their sandwiches and coffee as per her new usual, feeling the wetness run down her legs. It had become part of her routine now, but it still excited her the same it did the first day. She had however started to get used to feeling constantly horny and was able to focus more on her work. The overall efficiency of her office had gone up in the last few days, despite or maybe because of her not taking up all the important tasks herself.
There was one slight concern for Sarah towards the end of her day. She noticed a notification on her phone that she had received an email from her ex. After the breakup, she hadn't bothered to change her email address, so it was not surprising that he knew how to reach her. Without even looking at it she deleted it. There was nothing he could say that would be of any interest to her. Besides, he was still supposed to be in prison for another ten years, so if she didn't want to deal with him, she wouldn't have to.
As the workday was coming to an end she tried to put her ex out of her mind. Even though she had deleted his email, she felt uneasy that he contacted her. Maybe she should have read it, just to see what he wanted. But she hadn't wanted to be tempted into replying. He was out of her life and she wouldn't let him back in no matter what.
"Are you okay?" Andrew asked when she stood at the coffee maker for way too long. She half shrugged, finishing up her cup.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just distracted I guess." She took her cup and went back into her office. Only another hour and she would leave. There was a nice evening to look forward to after all.
Her phone vibrated. For a second she worried it might be another message from her ex, but thankfully it was John.
I want you to edge yourself before you leave for home, thinking about the amazing orgasm you had last night and how long you will have to wait for another one.
Sarah gasped a little. She had not expected that but she could feel her body instantly reacting to his words. Her nipples were rock hard, poking into her shirt, begging for attention. Sarah felt the need to touch herself right away, but the message said before she left for home and that was still about an hour away.
Yes Master, she sent back. Now it was harder to focus on her work, she found herself checking the time constantly which made it seem like it wasn't moving at all.
Then finally, with thirty minutes left, she figured now was a good time. Letting her hand slide down between her legs, she found herself extremely wet. Despite having had an orgasm recently, she didn't find it hard to get herself to the edge. John hadn't said how long she should be doing it, so she brought herself to the edge a few times before letting up.
Breathing heavy she licked her finger clean, just as the door opened and Martin entered her office. She saw him frown before taking a deep breath and the way he looked at her afterwards made her think that he knew what she had just been doing. But he said nothing about it. Instead, he brought up the end-of-the-month report that was due in a few days. They spent the next half hour going over their plans before they headed to the elevator together.
"Any plans tonight?" Martin asked to her surprise. He had never shown any interest in knowing what she was doing outside of work.
"Going out with my boyfriend but no idea where he is taking me," she said much to her surprise. Martin smiled at her.
"I hope you have a good time then."
The elevator ride went uneventful and Sarah found herself being disappointed even though she would have never admitted it to anyone, herself included.
A few hours later Sarah knocked on John's door feeling both excited and nervous. Not knowing where they were going had made picking an outfit really difficult. She didn't want to be over or underdressed so decided to go for something she thought was somewhere in the middle. Hopefully, that would be okay.
John opened the door with a grin on his face, clearly happy to see her, which made her smile in return.
"You look great," he said as he let her in.
"Thank you. I wasn't quite sure what to wear."
"It's perfect, don't worry."
He pulled her in for a kiss, leaving her feeling wanting more afterward. John took her hand leading her to his bedroom.
"Let's get you ready before we go," he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused, but instead of answering he pushed her down on the bed, pulling her skirt up to reveal her panties. He took them off.
"Won't be needing those tonight," he said. Sarah felt herself blush but said nothing. She expected him to touch her, but he retreated and just looked at her for a moment as if he was thinking about what to do.
"Sarah be a good girl and drop for me," she heard him say and instantly went into trance for him.
Sarah felt herself floating on a cloud of happiness and relaxation. It was different dropping for John than it was when she was brainwashing herself. Somehow it was more.
"Sarah, I'm going to give you a trigger phrase and when you hear it, said by me, and only me, I want you to remember all the trances you had with me. Everything that I made you forget, you will remember again. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Sarah said, her voice not more than a whisper. "I will remember everything that you made me forget when you use the trigger phrase."
"Very good. The trigger phrase that will make you remember everything is apple pie. Do you understand?"
