The rest of the morning was, thankfully very quiet. I tried to get on with my work, sorting out various spreadsheets and typing up and printing out his letters. Luckily no one came barging to witness my situation. I only found out later that he'd remotely locked the door and lit the red 'Do Not Disturb' light outside. I think he spent most of the time on various conference calls. I occasionally heard his voice, distant and muffled through his sturdy office door. I couldn't make out what was being said so I ignored them. I found that I could relieve the pressure from the weights by putting one on my chair and the other on my desk. It helped but sitting on the plug still made me wriggle.
Mid-morning, I made myself coffee with the in-office kettle and I also ate a couple of biscuits. I realised that, apart from the bowl of cereal I had for breakfast I had had nothing the night before. My head had still been on another planet. His door suddenly opened which made me jump. This made the weight fall off my desk and drop onto my breast clamps which made me yelp.
"I'm so sorry, Sir, but you made me jump," I said trying to apologise quickly.
"Never mind about that. Come on, we're going shopping."
"What? Right now, Sir."
"Of course, right now. I have found out that Millie does a range of dresses at her shops ... and you do need some more, I'm sure of it. So, come on, we'll take a taxi."
I stood up, forgetting about the weight on the seat which made me moan out loud. I walked around my desk and headed for his office.
"Where are you going? The shop is this way."
"I was just going to get my coat, Sir."
"You don't need a coat. The sun is out and you're fine as you are. And the taxi is waiting."
With that he took hold of the weight on my nipple chain and started to pull me towards the door. I had no choice but to follow him. He walked fast and I had difficulty keeping up as he led me along the corridor to the elevator. My other weight was swinging wildly pulling my pussy lips in all directions. I was in agony by the time the lift doors closed, and we were on our long descent. The busy lobby on the ground floor didn't worry him as he led me through the milling visitors and out of the front door. Nor did the puzzled look on the taxi driver's face as he set off to the given address. At least sitting in the taxi stopped the constant pull on my nipples. When we got to the shop he got out, pulling me after him. The taxi drove off leaving us alone by the dark door. He pressed the button, and the voice was the same as before. The lock buzzed and the door swung open. He leaned towards me.
"Just remember ... do as you're told, and you'll be fine."
I nodded my head, and he dropped the weight making me flinch and let out a quiet cry of pain. He opened the door and went in, and I followed.
The interior of the shop was beginning to become familiar although it seemed almost brighter than last time. We were ushered to the couch against the wall except that this time I was made to stand next to it. The major difference was that directly opposite was a clothes rack, much like the one at home that served as my wardrobe. This rack was filled with a variety of evening dresses. It was difficult to make out their nature as they hung on hangers sideways to us.
"What I need ..." Sir started to explain, "or rather, what my secretary needs are a couple of new dresses. She has the yellow one that you saw last time. Pretty, but not overly exciting, I'm sure you'd agree. And she has this one, which as you can see is a great improvement. She needs a couple more that will live up to, if not surpass, its glamour."
"I'm sure we can find something in our range. I have arranged for a couple of my staff to model for you, Sir."
With that she clapped her hands and a young girl of just into her twenties I guessed stepped out from behind a rack. The dress she wore was even more revealing than the one I was currently wearing. It was red and shone in the shop lights. It consisted of a skirt, dangerously short and two straps that went over her shoulders. And that was it. Luckily for her the straps were designed to cover her nipples, which they did but how they stayed in place I couldn't tell.
"Your girl is very pretty and looks gorgeous in that dress, but it still hides so much. A couple of inches off the hem would help," was Sir's only comment.
"Ahhh, I haven't shown you its full potential yet, Sir."
As she said that she stepped up to the girl and pulled the two straps aside. That had the effect of pushing her two breasts, now completely exposed, together. The effect was quite lewd. To give her credit the girl didn't flinch. I hoped she was getting a bonus for her modelling.
"Alternatively, they can go between them and push them out. Either way they make decorations easier to apply and see,"
As she said that she demonstrated by lifting the straps over the girl's breasts, setting them on the insides. This did mean that they pushed the breasts apart. As I watched the theatre unfolding, I found myself beginning to tingle between my thighs. Watching the young girl out on display solely for Sir's benefit was turning me on.
"It's lovely and so is your model but I need to see it on Alice."
"Of course, Sir. No problem."
She turned to the girl and gestured with her hand. Momentarily the girl looked nervous but quickly recovered and started to slip the dress off. Then Millie approached me.
"Do you need to remove her decorations?" he asked.
"Not at all, Sir. The new dress is designed to work with them."
She reached up and slipped the two halves of my dress off my shoulders and let them drop around my waist.
"Ahhh, wearing the blue set from yesterday. May I say that miss looks very pretty in it, but I will need to remove it."
