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."
So, saying she reached around me and unclipped the bra letting it fall away before tossing it aside. My clamps, chain and weight hung there for all to see. As did my tender and pained nipples. I felt more on display than ever before. But no one seemed to pay them any attention. Millie continues by starting to work the bottom half of my dress over my hips and bottom. Finally, she succeeded, and she let it slide to the floor. Then she picked up the pussy chain and moved it from side to side. If anything, I could feel myself getting even more aroused and my juices continued to flow.
"Ah good," said Millie as she inspected me down there, "you have pulled them aside before you decorated her, Sir. This means we won't have to ruin them to have them gone."
With that she dropped the weighted chain which sent a sharp pain into my pussy, and I felt my juices trickling down my inner thigh. I blushed a deep red. Grasping the thin strings at my waist she tugged the panties over my bottom and let them fall around my ankles.
"It appears that your secretary is enjoying her position, Sir."
As she slid her finger along my pussy lips before sliding one deep inside me. My knees almost gave way, but I managed to lean back against the wall to stop myself collapsing. I watched in awe as Millie's finger, shining with my moisture was put first to her mouth where she savoured its taste with a grin and then to mine. She pushed it against my lips and my mouth opened of its own accord and I willingly finished cleaning my juice off her. Then, she reached behind her without turning around and snapped her fingers. Over her shoulder I saw the now naked girl hold out the dress she had been modelling and hand it to Millie.
"Thank you, girl," she said and then turned to Mr. James. "Will you be needing young Jan's services anymore, Sir?"
"That all depends on what those services might include," he replied with a suggestive tone in his voice.
"I have tried to train her to carry out all the duties the shop might need, Sir."
"In that case she may stay. There are things she might be useful for later."
She held the dress out and then bent down. A stinging slap on one calf made me raise my foot and she moved my previous outfit out of the way before letting me step into the new dress. Then another on the other calf and she repeated the process. Slowly she stood up pulling the dress with her until it was around my waist. She then zipped it up at the back to keep it there. Finally, she lifted the shoulder straps onto my shoulders and adjusted them so that they pushed my poor battered breasts together. She stood back to admire her own handiwork before taking my hand and leading me to stand in front of Sir. I waited nervously for any comment.
"I still think a couple of inches off the hemline. The weight cannot be seen."
"Or a slightly longer chain," Millie retorted, "that would swing so much better. I'm sure we have one we can fit for you, Sir".
"Hmmm, maybe so. I will reserve judgement until I see it. Do you have anything else to show me."
"I do, Sir, one which is my special favourite. Very similar in style to her blue one, but in red ... and with some extra features, Sir."
"Then bring it and let me see it," he said, a little impatiently.
