* I’m nervous. I mean, it’s all so much
* Mercantile Bank – Box #1105. Please look in your pencil drawer.
==== message ====
Heather opens her drawer and finds a interesting skeleton key. Engraved on the head is the number 1105.
==== message ====
* What is the key for?
* If you go to the Mercantile Bank on Superior, and present this key, they will bring you a safe deposit box. Inside you will find my birth certificate, passport, some items of significance to me and other information that would completely expose me. Also inside the box is a numbered account which contains an amount of money on which you could live the rest of your life comfortably.
* really? why would you give this to me?
* I simply want you to continue and to trust me. I have no other objective. If you chose to open the box, you will never hear from me again. If you choose to trust me and continue our relationship as it is going, I believe, in time, you will return the key to me
* Thank you. I don’t know what to say
* You don’t have to say anything. Simply continue with me on this path. That is all I wish for
* I understand
* So… dinner? Can I provide that for you?
* Yes please… and thank you
* You are most welcome and enjoy your evening. Your outfit will arrive at 7:00 am again tomorrow.
* Thank you
* Have a wonderful evening Heather
* You too. * after a pause * Will I hear from you again tonight?
* Do you want to?
* Yes, I think so… * after a pause * Yes, I do want to hear from you again
* Thank you Heather. I am very flattered. I will contact you after dinner
* I look forward to it
* Me too. Your food will be waiting for you. Please enjoy
====
Heather drives to Bravo and picks up her dinner. Vegetable pasta, small salad and a desert, a small slice of plain cheese cake with fresh strawberries on the side. He has even included a nice bottle of red Italian table wine. She smiles at that, knowing that he knows so much about her… yet, she doesn’t worry about it as much. She looks at the key in her hand, knowing he must trust her greatly to expose that kind of information to her, even if she hasn’t looked.
But she is careful as well. On her way home, she calls the bank. She mentions the safe deposit box and the number. The teller immediately puts her on hold. After a brief few seconds, another male voice answers.
“Hello Miss Heather. My name is Anthony. What can I answer for you?”
“How do you know my name?”
“He told us you might call about the box.”
“He who?”
“I cannot disclose that information, but I can absolutely tell you that the box exists and that you have full access to it at your discretion.”
“I do?”
“Yes ma’am. My instructions are very clear on this point. Shall I stay late for you?”
“No, that’s not necessary. But thank you. I appreciate the offer.”
“You’re quite welcome Miss Heather. I have been asked to report your inquiry, and was told to make sure I tell you this. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No. Thank you.”
“You are most welcome. Have a wonderful evening.”
Heather ends the call, her mind reeling. The box is real? Incredible. He truly has thought of everything! He knew I would call. Did he know I wouldn’t go? Did he know I wouldn’t open the box? How could he know I wouldn’t? She shakes her head slowly. He must trust me not to. Maybe I should trust him not to do anything wrong? The thought of trusting him and continuing reverberates through her body, causing a flutter in her heart, her nipples to become instantly erect, and her pussy throbs deep inside.
“Oh my gosh Heather!”
====
I pick up Anthony’s call. I fully expected her to call. I would have been disappointed… probably would have ended things if she hadn’t. She will be an exceptional beauty once I transform her, but there are other beauties in the world. Yet, I am very happy. She is all that I expected so far and more. She is discrete. She is curious. She is well mannered. She is beautiful, and will be a goddess very soon. She simply needs an awakening.
====
Heather arrives home and sets her dinner on the dining table. She grabs a water from the fridge and sits down, enjoying the pasta. Normally, she would immediately change, but tonight, she doesn’t want to. She is enjoying wearing the outfit he provided. The meal is delicious and she savors it, taking her time. She really has never truly enjoyed her food in this way before, but tonight… she does. She stares out window, enjoying the last of a glass of wine…
====
* Hello again
* Hello Heather
* The dinner was really very nice… and thank you for the wine. It was very good. I hope it’s ok if I enjoy the dessert later?
* Of course it’s ok. I simply want you to enjoy each moment in life… however you wish to enjoy this particular one
* Thank you
* You are very welcome.
====
I make my call… the courier is ready.
====
Heather hears the door bell. She peeks out the window and sees another delivery person. She is not surprised… but instead, she has to admit… excited. She opens the door with a smile, the deliver person (it can’t be the same one as last night), is very polite and smiles in return, handing her the package.
She sets the package on the table and clears the dishes, then moves to the living room. She opens the box quickly and reveals a white envelop and some things concealed under tissue paper.
==== letter ====
Heather,
It is a wonderful evening… light breeze… pleasant temperatures… low humidity… how about a walk? But if you’re going to go for a walk, and you are wearing only what I provide, then I should provide for the walk too. Please wear the under garments from today along with what you find in the box. Enjoy the walk!
Master
==== letter ====
Heather pulls back the tissue paper. She finds a nice pair of red shorts, a plain white t-shirt, no show socks and sneakers. She moves to the bedroom and removes her skirt and sweater, making extra room for them in her closet. Soon she is dressed in the shorts (shorter than she would normally wear, but she likes how they fit, making her ass look perfect if she has to admit), the white t-shirt is short, not quite meeting the waist band of the shorts, exposing an inch of two of her stomach… again not something she would normally do, but it feels so… sexy. Even the shoes fit perfectly… comfortable… so much so she doesn’t really need the socks… yet she remembers his rule… she must wear everything he sends… and nothing more. He didn’t say anything about the nice necklace and charm, so she leaves it on, but leaves it hang outside her shirt.
Soon she is walking down the street and into the park. The evening is so pleasant, so instead of walking for exercise, she walks for the pleasure of it… strolling… breathing… listening… soon she nears the bench by the small lake, her spot… the spot she always comes to think when the world gets crazy.
====
I ping her after a few minutes on the bench
==== message ====
* Good evening Heather
* Hello there!
* I hope you are enjoying the pleasant evening
* I am thank you. And thank you for the walking outfit. Even the shoes fit perfectly. I would have gone without the socks, but wanted to follow your instructions to wear everything you send, and nothing more
* That pleases me a great deal Heather. You are a good girl!”
==== message ====
I have planned those words carefully, knowing how they will affect her.
====
Heather sucks in her breath as she reads the words. Again the reverberations in her body, except even more intense. Her nipples become erect, poking through the shirt and bra.
“Oh my gosh Heather!” she whispers softly.
She takes an electrified breath, and feels a deep, intense throbbing in her pussy. Gasping, she feels her dampness instantly, feels her lips swelling. She sits up straight, closing her eyes, breathing in deeply, knowing she has to contain herself. She knows what happens when she gets too excited.
==== message ====
* Thank you
* You are most welcome. I am very pleased at how things are going, even this early on.
* I think so too.
* Excellent. Since you have agreed to wear only what I provide this week, I have dispatched a courier to meet you there. He should be along in a moment. The package contains what you should wear to bed tonight.
==== message ====
Heather looks up from the screen and sees a man approaching in a black suit. He is there so quickly she doesn’t have time to contemplate how he knows exactly where she is.
“Hello Miss Heather.”
“Hello!”
“Please accept this package with his compliments.
“Thank you!”
The man hands her a gift bag and departs. Heather opens the tissue paper, pulling out two or three pieces… then another two. There is nothing in the bag except a small square of paper.
==== paper ====
PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE BENCH
==== paper ====
Heather reads the note confused, then moves off the bench, going to one knee. She doesn’t see anything and bends further… the white note attached under the bench doesn’t surprise her. She smiles, taking the envelop, sitting again.
==== letter ====
Heather,
I know the answer is a bit obscure. Let me explain. Just as the package doesn’t have anything, that is how I wish for you to sleep. If you would remove the charm, it opens at the back. The message inside should make my desires plain.
Master
==== letter ====
Heather smiles at his attention to detail. She has worn the charm all day, even looked to see if it opened, but she couldn’t find a way. Carefully, she removes the necklace and turns the charm over in her hand. She finds the catch after a moment, pressing it softly. The charm snaps open… inside is a single word engraved in the soft gold.
“naked”
She snaps the charm closed again quickly, looking around. Again she feels the tremor of exhilaration wash over her body and she gasps audibly as she feels her dampness grow.
====
I wait for a few minutes, letting her digest my instruction.
==== message ====
* Heather, I hope my desires for you tonight are clear.
* Yes, they are. You want me to sleep nude.
* Yes
* I have never done that before
* Do it for me, please?
==== message ====
I have worded my question carefully, wanting her to start thinking of doing things for me.
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