Chapter Two – Monday – Heather

Literotic asexstories – Chapter Two – Monday – Heather by deerfield920,deerfield920
A note from the author:

Thank you for taking a moment to stop in and read my content. I originally wrote this for myself with no intention to share. But I thought what the heck, did some hasty editing and posted. I am open to all comments, suggestion, ideas, etc. I hope to write other content as well as I get going.

Again thank you for stopping in my little corner of the ether.

be well

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I wake early, and quietly slip from Heather’s arms. She stirs slightly and I lean in, giving her a quick kiss on the head. Her eyes flutter open briefly and she smiles before settling back to sleep. I need to be out the door before she wakes, so I shower and dress quickly. Arriving at the office, I make sure I have everything ready for the day. I know she will be up by now and ping her phone.

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Heather wakes to soft knocking on the door. She sits up, wrapping the blankets around her naked body, looking around, but Patrick is gone.

“come in…”

Marco enters, smiling.

“Good Morning Miss Heather! Mr. Patrick asked that I give you his regrets, but he headed into the office early. I will be downstairs and will drive you when you are ready.”

“Thank you Marco!”

With no messages so far, she pads slowly to the shower, letting the water wash over her, hot and steaming, turning her skin red. As she steps from the shower, she hears her phone ping and she runs naked and dripping to the bedside table.

==== message ====

* Good Morning Heather my sweet

* HI! Good Morning Sir!

* How did you sleep?

* I think pretty well, sir, thanks to you

* I am very happy to hear that.

* Thank you Sir

* Heather, I would like coffee today. Apollo if you don’t mind. Could you be here by 7:30?

* I think so. I am up and just have to dress, Sir

* Excellent. Marco will take you as soon as you are ready

* Sir, could I come to your office? I think I know where you are… fourth floor near the west elevators?

* Yes, Heather, I would like you to come here

* Thank you Sir! I can’t wait to see you

==== message ====

Heather towels off and dresses quickly, slipping on the black thong and linen skirt. She slides on the pink bra after considering how things went last week without one. She could always put on covers, but he didn’t provide those… at least not yet, and the Agreement was very specific… wear only what he provides. He provided the bra. Finally, she slips the flirty pink top over her shoulders and zips the front. She is tempted to leave it only zipped to the middle, flirty and sexy, but she needs to be work appropriate and cover the bra. Plus, she remembers Rule Three… she belongs to him and only to him. She slips into the 4 inch heels, much higher than she normally wears and considers the jewelry sitting in the felt lined box, but he has not provided them to her this day.

She finds Marco and Marie in the kitchen.

“Miss Heather, may I fix you some breakfast?” Marie asks.

“Yes, please. Toast? some juice? a banana?”

In a few minutes, she is enjoying a light breakfast at the counter in the kitchen, chatting with Marie about her boys. Soon she is finished and follows Marco to the car. She steps out as they reach Apollo and she taps on Marco’s window.

“Do you want some coffee Marco?”

“That’s very kind of you Miss Heather. A large black dark roast would be great!”

Heather hurries in. The shop is busy but she gets through the line quickly enough. She adds cream and sugar to Patrick’s coffee as she knows he likes and feels a sense of servitude. Smiling to herself, she acknowledges she likes doing these small things for him, and admittedly, she knows she owes him at least that. In a few moments, she is stepping into the car as Marco holds the door.

“I hope it’s good and hot Marco,” she smiles as she passes the coffee over the seat.

“Thank you!”

As Marco pulls away, a sense of anticipation starts growing inside her. Meeting him in his office is a large step… he is admitting that she is a part of his life… and Heather craves it. The short drive passes quickly and soon, Marco drops her off at the building.

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Marco pings me that Heather has arrived. I move to the rail, watching as she enters the building. She doesn’t notice me as she walks across the atrium floor. I marvel at how she moves… athletic, graceful. Physically, she is exactly what I desire.

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Heather’s excitement has continued growing minute by minute as they neared the building. Now, as she ascends the stairs, she feels it more acutely. The thought of seeing him here… in his office… with the Agreement in affect… Her nipples stiffen and her pussy gets moist. She is glad she wore the bra and hopes the thong is able to hold her swelling lips.

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As she rounds the last landing, I wave a greeting. Seeing me she smiles widely, her eyes shining, giving me an excited and slightly child-like wave. I smile at her and she trots up the remaining stairs quickly, unable to contain herself. I admire her body… her firm ass, her breasts bouncing enticingly. I meet her at the top of the stairs and carry the coffees. As we enter my office, Heather peeks both directions. With a bright smile, she steps up to me, leaning in, giving me a soft, lingering kiss.

“Good Morning Sir!” she says breathlessly, stepping back. “I hope there’s no one in the office this early!” she laughs.

“Good Morning my sweet! No one’s here normally, especially on a Monday. I know some of the team on the 3rd floor gets in early, but no one up here. Thank you for the coffee.”

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Heather feels that twinge of gratification as he thanks her for the coffee. She likes doing these little things for him. Maybe she is a submissive woman after all? He sits behind the desk and she looks at him playfully.

“Rule Five: When we are in private, I will kneel in your presence. Sir… do you wish for me to kneel?”

He smiles at her and shakes his head.

“Not in the office… at least not right here. Perhaps, as circumstances change, it might be appropriate, but not right now. Thank you for reciting the rule for me Heather.”

“You’re welcome sir.” she replies, sitting opposite him in a chair.

“You are a good girl Heather!” he says, his dark eyes playful and light.

Heather feels her breath catch in her lungs and she gasps slightly, loving his words… she wants to please him… to be HIS good girl.

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“Sir, what do you have planned for today?” she asks, her hands knitting together nervously.

“I have a few things in mind my sweet, but all in good time.” I reply.

“Sir… I’m nervous… last week was… wonderful and… scary.”

“Please trust me Heather I won’t put you in unreasonable situations. First, I have a few small gifts for you. But, I wish for you to provide me with a gift.”

“Yes sir. What do you wish for? Rule Six: I will obey all your instructions provided verbally, written, text, messenger or otherwise. No questions. No hesitation.” she smiles politely.

“I want you to remove your bra.”

Heather’s smile drains from her face and she trembles. “Sir? right now?”

“Yes,” I say, wanting to push her beyond her comfort zones.

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Heather looks over her shoulder, looking out at the desks and offices nearby. No one seems to be around. No hesitation. Taking a deep breath, she pulls the zipper down almost to her navel, revealing herself to him. she unclasps the front closure, and starts pulling it beneath the blouse, slipping one arm in, allowing her to pull the shoulder off, then the other… He never takes his eyes off her as she plays a little game of peekaboo with her breasts, showing him much, but not all. Finally, she pulls it free.

“Bring it to me please.”

She stands, moving around the side of the desk, handing him the sexy bra. He smiles up at her, taking the bra, tucking it into the bottom drawer of his desk. He opens his pencil drawer and removes a black sharpie. Without a word, he brings his hands up to her chest, letting his fingers trace over her skin, setting it on fire. Heather’s nipples throb to full erection, her clit hums and her lips swell, opening as her excitement builds…

“He is going to mark me…” her mind screams.

“Rule Four: I shall be marked as yours. These markings will be labels, or directly on my skin, or as an adornment, or other marking as you desire.” she whispers breathlessly, closing her eyes as the marker touches her skin.

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I feel her trembling as my fingers touch her smooth, silky skin for the first time. I steel myself not allowing her to feel my tension and desires, holding my hands steady with effort. I place a palm flat on her chest, directly between her breasts, pushing them slightly apart to allow my entire hand to fit, feeling the sides of her perfect breasts against my pinky and thumb in satiny softness. Her skin is hot and her chests moves up and down as she takes deep breaths. I bring the marker up and write directly on her skin between her breasts.

“My breasts belong to Master”

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He writes, the marker tracing letters between her breasts. As he finishes writing, he withdraws his hands. Opening her eyes slowly, she peers down… seeing the words, reading them, her lungs heaving as she gasps, putting a hand over her mouth..

“My breasts belong to Master”

He allows her to see his words, his marking… he locks her eyes with his.

“Heather, you may zip your blouse again.”

“Yes, sir…” she breaths.

With visibly trembling fingers, she pulls the zipper up, covering her breasts. As she reaches the midpoint of her breasts, she stops, leaving the rest unzipped, wanting to please him with her breasts. They DO belong to him.

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I smile as her trembling fingers fumble with the front of her blouse. She stops with several inches of her skin still exposed. I know a prying eye would see what I have written and reach my hands out to her. She tenses and holds her breath, and I carefully pull the zipper up another inch or two,. As long as she is careful, no one should be able to see.

“Heather, your breasts DO belong to me… but as Rule Two states, you belong to me and me alone. No one else gets to enjoy you. You will not expose your flesh to anyone more than I allow. You are mine. You are a complete goddess and I will display you as mine, yet only when, and how I wish,” I pause to let it sink in.

“You. Are. Mine.”

“yes sir… I am yours…” she whispers softly.

“Please sit again Heather.”

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Heather moves back to the chair opposite him, looking down between her breasts, seeing his words, feeling a shiver pass over her skin. Her nipples pulse strongly as she looks up at him, another small gasp escaping her lips.

“Now for my second gift…” he opens the pencil drawer, places the sharpie there, then pulls out a small package, sliding it across the desk…. hair ties. “I would like your hair in a pony tail today Heather.”

“Yes sir!” she smiles, reaching for the package. She feels his eyes on her as she leans forward and she realizes it was a test. She giggles as his eyes watch her.

“How does it look Sir?” she smiles sweetly, but her eyes are seductive and teasing.

“Fantastic Heather. In fact, if you promise to be careful, I will allow you to pull the zip back down a small bit.”

“Yes Sir.” Heather smiles pulling the zipper down obediently. “I promise to be careful sir!”

She knows he finds her sexy, and she feels sexy when she’s with him… more than any other time in her life. She wants to please him, for him to like her, to like what he sees… for him to want her. Taking a tie from the package, she brings her hands up, gathering her hair. As she does, she feels her breasts lift. She looks at him, his eyes resting on her breasts, watching carefully. She gives him a small smile as she realizes it’s another test. She slips the tie in place, pulling at the pony tail to set it.

“Did I pass, Sir?” she teases.

“Yes, my sweet. I think you should take care today, but I think things are reasonable as you are.”

“Do you like my breasts sir” she asks suddenly, shyly.

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I stare at her for a moment, then let my eyes fall, peering at the swells of her breasts visible where the zipper is open. Licking my lips, I leave my eyes on her skin for a long minute… then raise my eyes to her. Dark desires and lust fill my eyes and I let her see it… feel it. She takes a gulped breath.

“Yes, Heather. I love your breasts. They are mine and soon, I will show you!”

Heather gasps again, her hand covering her mouth again, her eyes wide… “yes sir…” she whispers.

“Now, for my last gift…” I slide a long, narrow, black box across the desk to her. She slides her chair forward and leans in to reach the box. She provides me a wonderful view between her breasts and I can see the writing for a briefest moment before she straightens.

“Heather, please take care while leaning. Remember, they belong to me… and only me.”

“Yes sir… ” she whispers, appearing chastened.

“Heather?”

“yes?” she looks up shyly again.

“I am not angry or disappointed in you. Your breasts are magnificent and the more you share them with me, the happier I will be. Yet, this world is very new to you. I only wish for you to take care and only share yourself with me. You are a sweet girl, a good girl… and as long as you are careful, you won’t unintentionally share yourself with others.”

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Heather hears his words… sweet, good girl… and she shivers. She feels a strong desire to simply open her blouse for him, to let him look at her freely, but she knows this is not the place.

“Thank you sir. I will be careful. I promise. You will be the only person to see Your breasts sir”

She looks at the black box, her fingers holding it lightly in her lap.

“May I open it Sir?”

“Yes, Heather. Please,” he smiles.

Heather opens the box to reveal a beautiful single carat diamond encircled in shining silver on a long delicate necklace, similar to the tear drop last night. A set of matching stud earrings sit to either side.

“Sir? They are beautiful. Are they mine?” she looks from the diamonds and into his eyes.

“Yes Heather. They are yours. Another perfect item from Robert. Please put them on for me.”

Heather beams and quickly puts the studs into her ears.

“Sir, would you put the necklace on me?”

“Yes, Heather. I would like that.”

She stands quickly and walks around the desk, placing the necklace in his hands before turning around. She feels him stand behind her, his arms wrapping around her, the diamond hanging out in front. As she watches, the diamond lowers and touches her on the upper chest, then starts to slowly slide down. It nestles between her breasts just where the zipper starts to open, twinkling seductively as he clasps the chain behind her neck.

Heather steps to the mirror on his wall and stares. The diamonds are magnificent and catch the light beautifully. She turns with a beaming smile, stepping toward him, placing her hands on the back of his chair to either side of his head. The diamond hangs out, swinging and his eyes look at it… and beyond. She knows he can see much of her cleavage and the words he wrote on her skin. Bending down, she kisses him again softly before withdrawing and sitting on the other side of the desk.

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I watch her as she slips away, swaying her hips a bit more than natural, returning to the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Thank you,” I smile and wink.

Heather blushes and giggles. I observe her for a few seconds, watching her, marveling really… only two days ago she was on the verge of rape and perhaps death, and here she sits, smiling demurely, her eyes sparkling…

“Sir, will there be anything else this morning?’ she smiles, speaking like a secretary might with a devilish smile on her face.

“No, Heather, my sweet. Thank you again for the coffee.”

“You are most welcome Sir, but I think I have the better end of the gifts this morning!” she says, fingering the diamond between her breasts. “Sir?”

“Yes, Heather?”

“My coworkers started noticing the change in my cloths and things last week, Sir. They can’t help but notice the diamonds. What shall I tell them?”

“That depends on you Heather.”

“Depends?”

“You may give them an excuse… or you may tell them the truth.”

“tell them the truth?”

“I am certainly not embarrassed to tell others that you are mine… I only care what those who matter to me think. Are you mine?”

“Yes sir!” Heather smiles.

She stands, bending to pick up her backpack, keeping her knees straight. The blouse floats open, giving me a delightful view at her cleavage again. She catches my eye as she straightens, enjoying the little teasing show she gives me. She smiles vividly, again giving me a small wave before heading out the door.

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Heather’s nipples are on fire as she walks down the stairs to her office. And while her breasts move and jiggle as she walks, the light fabric doesn’t stimulate her nipples as much as last week. She can tell they are erect from her vantage point, but hopes no one else will be able to tell unless they look close. She starts the day, reviewing email, checking messages and such, but is terribly distracted. She can’t stop looking down to see his words written on her skin and the sparkling diamond. And any movement causes the diamond to move and bounce lightly in her cleavage, providing a constant reminder. She knows he provided this piece with that in mind… he had to know.

Today, she feels more his than she ever has, her breasts especially. The morning drags by, and she struggles with her focus, but plods along. She even has a wonderful moment with her friend Carrie as she fills her water.

“Oh my god Heather! You are looking fabulous. Your outfit is so cute… and… ok… there has to be someone… look at those diamonds?”

Heather smiles shyly and blushes. “I met someone…” she admits.

“Wow, Heather… those diamonds must have cost a fortune… he must be really into you!”

“It goes both ways…” Heather blushes, careful not to glance down at his mark. a tingle running up her body.

“You must be… I’ve never seen you dress like this… and you’re… glowing Heather. You look like a model!”

Heather laughs and returns to her desk. She feels like that model, but it’s all because of him. She glances down for the 100th time and feels that shiver again, her nipples stiffening. Her breasts ARE his. After another hour or so, she decides to go for a walk. The weather is nice and she heads outside, taking the path through the woods. Spontaneously, she slides her hands along her sides, cupping her breasts, pressing them together, feeling the diamond solid and hard there. Looking around quickly, she giggles.

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I see her heading out for a walk and slip out the back. Following the path, I wait for her in a small clearing. She smiles as she sees me, approaching quickly. I take her hand without a word and lead her along a smaller path, soon, disappearing into the woods. After fifty feet or so, I step behind a large tree, and grab both her hands, bringing them together.

“Heather, lace your fingers together…”

She looks at me, uncertainty in her eyes, but intertwines her fingers. I take her hands and lift them up over her head, bringing them to a low hanging branch above her head.

“Keep your hands right where they are. Do not move them.”

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Heather follows him into the woods, feeling his sudden power and command… and lust. Her heart flutters as he pulls her behind the tree and places her hands together, her fingers laced together, bringing them up and over her head. She holds onto the branch, her chest rising and falling, looking into his dark and intense eyes. Vulnerable and trembling, she keeps her hands over her head.

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I stand back from her for a moment, looking into her eyes.

“Are you mine?”

She gasps, a visible shudder running through her.

“yes… sir… I am yours…” she whispers.

I bring my fingers to the zipper on her blouse and pull it down. Her blouse falls open, revealing her breasts to me.

“Are they mine?”

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Heather gasps out loud, feeling defenseless and exposed. Her chest heaves and her breasts rise and fall, her nipples fully erect and throbbing.

“yes… they are yours… sir…” she gasps

He reaches out, placing his hands along her sides, moving up, sliding to her ribs, under her breasts, cupping her soft flesh in his strong hands. He lifts her breasts, his fingers coming together at her nipples, pinching lightly, sending lightning through her breasts and rocketing out through her entire body. She shivers violently and her legs tremble.

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I step back from her, pulling two rings from my pocket, holding them in my hand, showing them to her.

“Are they mine?”

Heather hesitates… gasping… she wants his hands on her again…

“yes sir… they are yours…” she breaths….

I take her right nipple in my fingers, pushing one of the little silver rings on the tip. I slowly slip the ring over her nipple, pulling her tender nub to allow the snug ring to fit. Heather gasps as I pull at her nipple, pushing the ring all the way against her pinkish areola. Taking her left nipple, I push the other ring tight against her breast.

“I have placed these rings on your nipples to remind you they belong to me. You are not to remove them unless I allow it. Do you understand Heather?”

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Heather gasps as his fingers pinch her flesh, slightly from pain, but mostly from the unexpected and strange thrill she feels in being his. She looks down at her breasts rising and falling on her chest, her nipples encircled by the rings he has placed on her nipples… marking them as his.

“yes… I understand sir.”

“You are a very good girl Heather,” he says.

“yes…. sir… ” she says breathlessly.

He slowly lowers his face to her right breast, kissing her nipple lightly. Heather’s nipple pulses wildly, lust racing along her spine, her clit suddenly throbbing. With her hands still above her head, Heather feels incredibly vulnerable, incredibly his. She gasps as a rapid orgasm builds inside her, but he pulls away after a moment. He smiles at her, fully aware of the affect he is having on her. She licks her lips and trembles as he leans in to her left side. Again, his lips kiss her pulsating nipple, caressing ever so lightly, but the affect on her is almost cataclysmic. Her nipple erupts, again sending flares of utter carnal lust down to her clit. She gasps loudly, holding onto the branch above her head, closing her eyes. Yet, again, he only lingers on her nipple for a few precious seconds, leaving her gasping, her chest rising and falling in unfulfilled lust.

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I smile at her as I pull back from her nipples, her eyes slightly glazed, filled with desire and want. I lean in one more time, but come to her lips, kissing her gently, lightly, just a taste. As I leave her lips, she leans forward, not wanting me to leave her, gasping softly, and I feel her shivering with need… just as I want her to be right now.

“Heather, please lower your hands and close your blouse.”

“yes sir…”

Heather lowers her hands slowly, her trembling fingers struggling with the zipper. Pulling the pink blouse together, she zips herself slowly, then leans back against the tree, gathering herself.

“Please return to your office Heather. I will see you again soon…”

Heather looks down shyly, as if she wants to ask for more, but knowing she shouldn’t.

“yes, sir…” she whispers, a slight bit of sexual torment in her voice.

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Heather looks down, stepping past him, but he places a hand on her shoulder. With tenderness and care, he lifts her face to him.

“Heather, my sweet, please know that I want more too… much more… it is not yet time… please be patient, be a good girl for me.”

Heather looks up into his tender dark eyes, a flutter running in her stomach.

“I will be your good girl sir…” she breaths, smiling timidly again.

Without another word, she steps by him and heads back inside. Her nipples throb, remembering the fleeting feel of his lips. She tries to calm herself as she walks in the back entrance, moving slowly up the stairs and to her office. Heather struggles to get much done in the next half hour. She keeps thinking back to the feel of his lips, or having her arms over her head, helpless… his. Her breasts are not large like so many guys like, not even a full C cup, when most guys want D or even bigger. But she loves that he loves them. She remains jittery and distracted and goes to get some water. A couple guys from the next department are leaving the kitchen as she enters… and she notices their eyes… they both look… She looks down as they leave and gasps, knowing her nipples are fully erect and they noticed. Nervously, she hurries to fill her water and return to her desk. She’s not sure she will ever get used to men staring at her like that.

She tries to work for another 30 minutes, but doesn’t get much done. Her nipples are starting to throb, and her pussy is getting damp, her lips bloating slowly. When she feels her lips opening, she knows something is happening. She wonders if she will need to ask him for covers, but muses as she gets back to work… what if the rings provide stimulation like the ring from the library did.

==== message ====

* Sir?

* Hi Heather

* Sir, the rings… that you placed on me… are they…

* Yes my sweet, they are like the one from the library

* Yes, Sir… I don’t want to be disobedient… and I did agree to your rules… and signed the Agreement…

* Yes?

* Sir… I can’t orgasm at my desk again… please… could I ask you to turn them down for me?”

* I might… but what do you offer me in exchange?

==== message ====

I actually don’t require anything of her, but want to see what she will come up with…

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Heather sits back. What could she give him? She could give him her panties again, but she doesn’t think she should… she is getting wet and the lovely linen skirt… they are black and no one might notice, but… He seems to be focusing on her breasts today, but he already has her bra.

==== message ====

* Sir… I offer a selfie of them for you

* Of what Heather?

* of them sir… of my breasts… your breasts…

* I would like that Heather. I accept. But outside, with the sun on your skin

* Sir?

* Please go by the old house, back behind the trellis and arbor. It should be private but there’s some sun there too.

* yes sir

==== message ====

I open the app and spin the vibrations down, cutting them in half… enough to keep her nipples stiff, but not enough to cause more.

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Heather sits back in her chair, shivering as she thinks about taking the selfie outside. She wants to please him, and to show him her breasts as he wants, but she still gets nervous with the additional conditions he has for her… like he is testing her… pushing her… She takes a few deeps breaths to calm herself before heading outside. She already is noticing the difference, her nipples still buzz, but not throbbing as before.

She leaves by the rear exit and walks up by the hedge maze, by the old trellis in the corner. Sunlight filters through the old grape vines. She peeks around nervously, before slowly drawing the zipper down, letting the pink blouse fall open. She wants to please him, to be his good girl… so she carefully slips it off her shoulders, setting it close by just in case. Peeking around again quickly, she positions herself in the sun, letting it fall on her breasts, feeling it warm on her smooth bare skin. The diamond sparkles brightly between her breasts. Holding up her phone, she frames herself on the screen, draws a deep breath, and takes the picture. She looks at it quickly, but it’s not quite in focus. Looking around again, she hurriedly poses again, taking a second picture. Her breasts look really good she thinks, the silver rings encircling her erect pink nipples, her skin smooth and silky. She sets her phone down and quickly pulls on her blouse before sending him the picture.

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My phone pings and I pull up the picture. It’s close up, only showing her chest, and her breasts are perfect. I can’t wait until later…

==== message ====

* Heather, your breasts are… flawless…

* Thank you Sir!

==== message ====

I can hear her blushing through the message. She is still the shy, reserved girl she has always been… it’s what makes her so unassuming and charming.

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Heather shivers when he compliments her breasts. She has never been very confident in her body… her breasts always a bit too small, her body too thin perhaps, her pussy lips completely embarrassing. But slowly, she is gaining her confidence… at least in how he sees her. She looks down, past the diamond hanging against her breasts, down past the swells held in the blouse… to his words.

“My breasts belong to Master”

She shivers, knowing they are his. If he asked, she would give them to him right now.

==== message ====

* Hi Sir

* Hi Heather

* It’s getting close to lunch. Would you like me to get us something… I’m hoping we can eat together Sir?

* Thank you Heather. I was hoping the same. I would like CPK, a Sicilian personal pizza would be great. Perhaps a Margherita pizza for you?

* That’s perfect. What time, Sir?

* Head over around 11:45. Meet me at the bench. And thank you Heather. I appreciate you taking care of lunch for me.

* You’re welcome Sir!”

==== message ====

Heather smiles as she pre-orders the take out. She is enjoying being able to take care of him for a change. As noon approaches, she heads out, walking over to the Village. She is very aware of the diamond bouncing between her breasts as she walks, as well as her breasts moving beneath the blouse. While it’s form fitting and her nipples aren’t rubbing nearly as much, she slows, walking a bit more deliberate, not wanting a repeat of last week. She is also painfully aware of the silver rings around her erect nipples, hoping no one will notice.

She picks up the food and two bottles of water, and heads back. She notices the stares and approving looks from several men she passes by, feeling flattered, but also wary… the experience in the park and the maintenance shed come flooding back. As she crosses one of the narrow streets to head through the arched pass through, she sees Marco sitting on a bench, watching. He waves with a smile and a nod of his head. Heather instantly relaxes… Marco wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

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I hear her coming down the path and I smile, standing to greet her.

“Hi Heather! Thank you for getting lunch!”

“Hi Sir! It was no trouble at all… and thank you for having Marco keep a watch on me… I am still a little jittery.”

“Marco is a good man, and I trust him implicitly.”

Heather straddles the bench with her legs, setting our lunch between us, her skirt sliding up, revealing much of her thighs. We eat quietly, making small talk, and she fingers the diamond between her breasts frequently. I lick my lips, enjoying her close proximity. I reach out and she sits up, looking around, but doesn’t pull away. I smile softly, gently tugging at the zipper, pulling it down a few inches. As I open her blouse, the sun catches the diamond laying against her skin, the facets dazzling. I look her in the eyes, then let them move down slowly over her chest. Much of the swells of her breasts are exposed as well as the words I have written on her.

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Heather closes her eyes as he pulls the zipper down, wondering if he will open her blouse entirely or…. when he stops just below her breasts, she opens her eyes, looking down at the sun shining on her skin. She looks up and his eyes hold hers before moving down over her exposed chest. She quivers as his eyes devour her flesh… can feel his hunger and desire. Yet, he only looks. She wants to give him more, to let him see her again, but she knows he is in control. When he looks up, she smiles softly, looking away shyly, not wanting him to know her thoughts.

She finishes lunch this way, on edge, feeling as if something is coming… something more… she can feel it.

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I am completely preoccupied as we eat, having difficulty not staring at her marvelous breasts. Her skin is tanned and perfect and I want more… but I can see her fidgeting, the anticipation apparent… so I wait a bit longer… soon… soon…

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His eyes are constantly on her, she can feel it almost like a physical touch, triggering quivers of excitement up her spine. Heather has never experienced the naked hunger of a man before. She looks away shyly as they eat, her body tingling in unknown anticipation. Her nipples are rock hard and her clit hums happily, her pussy getting more and more damp. She looks down her body, seeing the diamond sparkling brilliantly against her sun-kissed skin. It makes her feel sexy and special and… his. The entire experience is intoxicating, waiting, knowing something is coming… Another shiver washes through her.

As they finish lunch, Heather stands, gathering the leftovers and containers, cleaning up after their meal, feeling she should be doing this little bit of service. He smiles at her as she cleans up, his eyes still watching her breasts. Once she is done, she remembers his rules… slowly, she lowers herself to kneel before him, trembling with nervous anticipation of what other rules he might invoke.

“Rule Five: When we are in private, I will kneel in your presence, Sir.”

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I look down at her as she kneels, her manner deferential and very lady like. She quite naturally folds her hands in her lap.

“Thank you Heather. You are a good girl.”

I see her suck in a breath and remind myself to continue praising her… she likes my approval. She looks up at me expectantly, awaiting further commands, but I let her wait, want her to be on edge… both wanting and wondering.

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Heather struggles to sit still, struggles to stay calm. Her breathing is quick and hard to control as she sits quietly, hoping this is how he wants her. She looks down, but feels his eyes on her, watching, and she tries to project a calm and relaxed exterior, but at the same time, her body pulses with tense expectation.

“Heather, please remove your blouse.”

Heather looks up immediately, knowing she must obey, that she is committed to obedience.

“Yes sir. Rule Six: I will obey all your instructions provided verbally, written, text, messenger or otherwise. No questions. No hesitation.”

She moves her hands up, unzipping the blouse, opening it, pushing it back off her shoulders, slipping it off. A deep nervous sigh escapes her lips as she folds the blouse and places it on the ground nearby. She knows they are isolated and alone, but she looks around apprehensively, knowing of his desire to protect her, but also senses he would never wish to share her with anyone else. She settles again onto her heels, sitting as quietly and calmly as she can, acutely aware of her naked chest. Looking up into his deep, dark eyes, she quickly looks down, unable to meet his intensity.

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As Heather opens her blouse, pushing it back off her shoulders, her breasts jiggle enticingly and lift invitingly from her movements. I lick my lips and feel a stirring in my pants as I watch her settle onto her heels. Her nipples are stiff and erect, perched on her breasts, still encircled by the narrow silver bands.

“Heather, please remove the rings and place them in my hand.”

Heather’s eyes sparkle as she looks up at me, and I can clearly see how badly she wishes to please me… to be obedient. Her delicate hands move to her right breast, lifting her flesh, the fingers of her left hand tenderly holding the ring, pulling it slowly from her nipple. Her pink nub stretches a bit as she slips the tight ring off, her breast jiggling again as she frees her nipple. The ring on her left nipples is soon pulled free and she places the rings in her palm, looking up, holding them out to me. She places the rings carefully into my hand and I can feel her barely contained shivers.

“Thank you Heather… you are such a good girl.”

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Heather shivers at his praise, her clit throbbing happily, looking down at her hands in her lap. She has always liked making people happy, but never anything like this. Doing things for him seems… natural and… right… and sets her emotions on fire. She watches him place the rings into the small bag, pulling the ties closed… then he holds them out for her.

“Heather, please keep these. I will have you wear them for me again soon.”

“Yes, sir. Rule Four: I shall be marked as yours. These markings will be labels, or directly on my skin, or as an adornment, or other marking as you desire.” she says, adding, “… and I enjoyed wearing them.”

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Heather sets the small bag with her blouse, and looks back up at me… expectantly.

“Heather, please show them to me.”

She blinks at me once, blushing, licking her lips. Slowly, she slides her hands along her ribs and up under her breasts. She lifts them for me, pushing them together, her face flushing hotly.

“They are perfect my sweet.”

She looks up with an embarrassed shy smile, a happy light in her eyes at my words. She cups her breasts, displaying herself for me… bashful and unsure. Sliding her hands up, she moves her palms over her stiff nipples, teasing them for me. The erect nubs wiggle as she passes by them, then her hands move over them again. I lick my lips, letting her know I am enjoying her show. She giggles and looks down, but when her eyes return, they are steady and look back at me, wanting to please.

“… do… you like my breasts… sir?” she asks softly, almost a whisper.

“yes Heather… I do.”

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Heather feels a wonderful glow, a strange pride welling up… he likes her breasts. A steady vibration starts to build in her clit. She looks into his eyes and brings her fingers to her nipples, pinching them lightly, rolling them between finger and thumb. They are incredibly erect and begin to throb as she teases them. She can feel his eyes on her as she displays herself for him… for his pleasure.

She leans back a bit more, giving him a better view, feeling the warm sun on her skin, but she feels the heat of his stare even hotter. Quivering again, she feels goose bumps rising on her arms and across her chest. She knows her breasts are not overly large, but they are still firm and not sagging as many her age experiene and Patrick seems to like them. His eyes never leave her breasts and Heather feels an unexpected pride in herself, that he likes what he sees… and she likes that he likes what he sees. She cups her flesh again, holding her breasts for him, wishing he would kiss her nipples again.

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“Your breasts are perfect Heather and you are such a good girl showing them to me.”

I can see her blush hotly, and she looks up at me, still holding her breasts, displaying them to me. I want to attack her right here and now, but know I have to be patient… and my cock throbs strongly in my pants. Heather’s eyes flick down to my crotch and she stares for a long moment, then looks down, her face flushing an almost impossible deep red. Finally, she looks up at me again and I lick my lips, letting her see my desire.

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Heather pushes her breasts together again, and her mind flashes to the images from the library, of those girls pushing their tits around men’s cocks, sliding their oiled chests along the veined shafts, or letting the man fuck their chests. Most of the time, they spurted their cum all over their chests and neck… and face. She blinks away the images as her clit throbs eagerly. She lowers her hands and sits uncomfortably, not sure what more to do. Yet, Patrick simply stares at her… and her breasts. Slowly, she starts to move her shoulders, her breasts jiggling and wobbling on her chest. He licks his lips and leans in a little and she smiles, knowing he likes what he sees. She blushes but continues to move her shoulders, turning a little to each side. She tries to please him as best she can… his eager eyes and the bulge in his pants tells her it’s working.

He is so close to her, if he just reached out and touched her… she wants his touch… and his lips… an idea forms in her mind and she suddenly stands, stepping to a tree hanging over the clearing. Leaning back against the rough bark, she raises her hands over head, rising on her tip toes to lace her fingers around an overhead branch. Her breasts lift, and she hopes he will come to her… she longs for his touch. When he stands, she gasps, her eyes fluttering. Her chest heaves as he moves towards her.

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As she moves to the tree, lacing her fingers on the branch, her breasts lift temptingly. I debate allowing her to dictate what I do, but I can see her need… her wants are clear… I stand and step before her.

“Heather, what do you want?”

“sir?” she whispers breathlessly.

“Please tell me… what do you want Heather?”

I see her swallow hard and lick her lips, nervous, knowing what she desires, but bashful and unsure how to ask.

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Heather shivers and feels the goose bumps along her entire body. She runs her tongue over her dry lips, suddenly unable to get enough air. She squirms under his eyes, standing naked in the sun before him, her arms overhead in submission to him, her nipples rock hard for him. His question makes her blush hotly, and her body responds, her nipples throbbing, her clit pulsing. She doesn’t know how long she will be able to control herself.

“please sir…” she breaths…

Patrick moves in close, his eyes staring at her breasts, at her erect nipples. She gasps as she feels his intensity. He reaches out slowly and tenderly places his hands on her breasts. She gasps out loud and her nipples throb against his warm palms.

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As my hands cover her breasts, Heather closes her eyes, her chest rising in short gasps of breath. Her breasts are perky and firm, and soft and pleasant in my hands, stiff nipples pressing into my palms, hard and erect.. Her tanned skin is velvety and smooth under my fingers. She starts to tremble and I let my hands slide away. She opens her eyes and I step back.

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As his hands touch her flesh, her passions ignite and she starts to tremble, her composure leaving her. She knows she will cum soon simply from his soft hands. But just as she feels her control is almost gone, he withdraws. Heather’s eyes open and she wants to move to him, to beg him to touch her again, yet she knows she cannot leave the tree as surely as if she were tied to the branch overhead.

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I admire her a bit longer, appreciating the beautiful and sexy woman she is, standing in surrender to me against the tree… obedient, vulnerable, submitting herself to my control. Her breasts are absolutely perfect, exposed and displayed for me.

“Heather… you’re breasts are absolutely perfect.” I smile eagerly, letting her feel the desire in my voice.

“sir… please” she breaths, her soft, beautiful green eyes pleading.

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Patrick simply watches her with a slight smile… he is teasing her, wanting her to squirm in her want and need… but she doesn’t care… she just wants him to touch her breasts again, or to feel his lips on her again.

She closes her eyes, the waiting unbearable. Suddenly, she feels his breath on her skin, on her breasts… on her left nipple. And then his lips are there, suckling softly on her throbbing little nub. She hangs onto the branch desperately, feeling her knees giving out, but again, as before, he lingers only for a few moments. She opens her eyes as he moves to the other side, kissing her right nipple lightly, softly. She shudders powerfully as she watches his lips touch her body, kissing softly, suckling gently, softly. Gasping, she feels her pussy open, her juices starting to flow… her clit throbs. Sparks fly in her mind and she feels as if she will orgasm in seconds, but he stops… leaving her breathless and wanting…

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I step back from her and lean in, kissing her lips briefly as her body trembles. She is on a knife’s edge, but I want her there, yearning, needing… desperate. I back away from her slowly, leaving my eyes on her, holding her gaze. I return to the bench a few steps away, sitting, simply watching her. Heather stands against the tree like a goddess, her arms holding the branch, on the balls of her feet, her chest rising quickly in arousal, her breasts high and firm, her nipples standing tall. I remain silent, letting her wonder what will come next. She shifts her weight and fidgets under my stare, growing both self-conscious and edgy. Still I wait…

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“Heather, please remove your hands from the branch and kneel.”

Heather lowers her hands slowly, feeling relief from the strain of standing on the balls of her feet. She lowers herself to her knees by the tree, settling onto her heels, placing her hands in her lap. Kneeling has triggered an incredible submissive feeling in her from the very first time he asked her to, and she feels it now… excited, but calm. She feels slightly odd in kneeling for him, but it feels… right… tranquil and serene.

“Heather, please crawl to me… I want you to kneel before me.”

She blinks once, contemplating what he is asking… “crawl to him?” she thinks. The calmness she felt in kneeling fades. Crawling is demeaning… but so so submissive. Leaning forward, she placing her hands in the grass and dirt. It feels strange or odd as she starts to crawl towards him, her breasts swinging slightly. She looks up at him, feeling a twinge rocket through her body. It is both excitement and… submission. Crawling to him obediently, she sits back, again settling onto her feet, placing her hands in her lap in a natural gesture. She looks up at him, holding her shoulders back, proudly displaying her breasts for him, happy to be sharing herself with him… for him.

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I watch her crawl to me, then sit again. I feel a strong pulse in my cock but ignore it for now. Soon… but not yet. She places her hands in her lap and straightens her back, holding her shoulders back… the simple act lifts her breasts… she is presenting herself for me. I reach down and stroke her hair and run my fingers gently over her cheek.

“You are such a good girl Heather.”

“thank you sir…” she blushes, looking down briefly.

I reach into the tote beside me and pull out a small black box. I open it and hold it out before her.

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Heather feel that tremendous flutter inside as he strokes her hair, caresses her check, calling her a “good girl”. She wants to please him very badly and knowing he is pleased with her fulfills something inside her she didn’t know before last week… and it’s just getting stronger. Looking up, she makes sure she is sitting straight, her shoulders back… not because he told her to, but because she wants to please him… to present herself to him as she thinks she should.

He opens the small box and holds it out for her. Inside are two half karat diamonds on short dainty chains with a small lariat loop on the end. She looks up at him puzzled, then it dawns on her… the only place something like this might work. Picking up the first diamond, she slips the thin chain around her right nipple, pulling the lariat snug, gently letting the diamond hang, the chain extending a couple inches below her nipple. She attaches the other diamond to her left nipple and leans back a bit, allowing him to get a perfect view. The diamonds hang free, swinging slightly as she moves, the weight noticeable but not uncomfortable. She folds her hands in her lap again, making sure to sit up. The diamonds feel… alluring… and sexy… and special.

“thank you sir… they are beautiful!” she smiles warmly at him,

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“You are most welcome Heather. I enjoy decorating you.”

I admire her breasts a while longer, simply sitting in silence, my eyes moving from the diamonds dangling, to her nipples, to her breasts, to the diamond hanging between her breasts, my words written on her skin, up her chest and neck, finally settling on her beautiful green eyes. She looks back at me unflinching for a long while as I hold her gaze, but soon she looks down, demure, shy… mine.

“Heather, it is getting late and we should return to the office. Please get dressed for me.”

Heather retrieves her forgotten pink blouse from the bench and slips it over her shoulders, covering her lovely breasts. She looks up, leaving it hanging open.

“sir? Would you like to zip me up?” she smiles shyly.

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Heather sits quietly, proudly as Patrick leans forward, fastening the zipper, pulling it up gently, covering her exposed skin. She looks down, seeing the diamond between her breasts, can see the words he wrote on her a bit further down. Her nipples are stiff and poking at the blouse, yet the loose fit, the natural folds in the garment conceal it some… and the diamonds attached to her cannot be seen. Patrick stands, and extends his hand to her, helping her up.

“thank you sir…” she whispers.

The dangling diamonds bounce and move against her breasts and she knows now why he adorned her with them. They will remind her for the rest of the day that her breasts do in fact belong to him. And she likes it… the constant reminder… she wants them to be his. They gather the remains of their lunch and get ready to head back into the office. As always, he allows her to leave first, a small act of chivalry, making sure she gets back ok.

“Heather?”

“sir?” she turns.

Patrick steps to her, placing his fingers under her chin, lifting her face, leaning in. His lips meet hers and he kisses her long and soft and sweet… But she feels the definite sexual under tones, sending a tingle up and down her spine. He lets his lips linger for a long moment then steps back with a smile.

“Enjoy your afternoon my sweet!”

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Heather smiles brilliantly after my kiss and heads down the path, swaying her hips a bit more than usual. I laugh and she peeks back over her shoulder with a feigned smoldering look, but quickly giggles, blushing. Soon she is gone. I wait a few minutes, then head back to my office. I ponder the rest of the day, knowing that I want her to offer her breasts to me… but watching her with her arms over head… part of me wants to take them now… to make them mine.

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Heather is terribly distracted for the next couple of hours. Any time she moves, the diamonds hanging from her nipples are either tugging at her nipples, or bumping against her skin, or both. She is glad the fabric of the blouse is light and smooth and doesn’t stimulate her nipples overly much. She closes her eyes, remembering last week, the crazy and sudden orgasm in the stairwell.

The afternoon is crawling by so she heads over to get more water. Each step causes the dangling diamonds to bounce against her breasts, as well as the diamond bouncing in between. The affect is incredibly provocative. After returning to her desk, she sits for a few minutes, but soon walks a couple laps around the atrium. Again, she is exceedingly aware of the diamonds. The gentle tugging of her nipples. The sweet bouncing against her breasts. The diamond in her cleavage, rolling side to side, bumping against her swells. And she is constantly peeking down, reading the words on her skin.

“My breasts belong to Master”

She is addicted. To his words on her skin. To the diamond bouncing between her breasts. To the diamonds dangling from her nipples. A week ago, she started her Monday innocently, not knowing that her entire world was literally going to change… the white envelop… her fate changed when she opened it, even if she didn’t know it at the time. She slips the Agreement from her purse and looks out at the cubes outside her office, making sure no one is watching… and laughs. Even if someone saw her reading the document, no one would be able to tell what it was. She reads it again for the 100th time she swears, shivering… memorizing…

The more time passes in the afternoon, the more the the words on her skins ring true. Her breasts DO belong to Patrick. And she loves the gentle reminder of the diamonds he has adorned her with. She decides to go for a walk outside. She wants to feel the diamonds swing between her breasts, to feel the dangles bounces against her breasts, feel them tug on her nipples.

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I watch her frequently during the afternoon. She is fidgety and distracted, getting water often, walking around the atrium a few times. Finally, she heads down the stairs to get some air. As she moves down the stairs, her breasts move enticingly under her blouse, and I imagine how the diamonds hanging from her nipples must feel. Licking my lips, I turn back to my office.

I have been wrestling in my mind on how I want the next step of my domination to proceed. Yet, I know it is very important that she submit to me. I know I could simply take her… in any way I wish… but I sense it more than I know… Heather wants to submit, she needs to… taking her would be tremendously satisfying, but a mistake. Long term, she will be more mine if I let her give herself over to me… to my care.

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Heather walks the paths around the building slowly, enjoying the cool breeze, the sun coming through the trees. Her nipples feel the constant pulling of the dangles, her skin is afire as the diamond bounces between her breasts. Strangely, she wishes she could rip the blouse from her body and walk naked in the sun, feeling the air directly on her body. Patrick is slowly taking her… she knows it… and yet she has never felt as free as she has in the past few days… ever since he rescued her and cared for her and tended to her. She feels his… that she owes him a debt she can never fully repay. She wanders up by the gardens again, feeling the warm sun as she passes through the hedges. Soon she finds herself back by the trellis.

“Rule Eight…. His comfort and pleasure shall be my top priority. To this end, I will provide comfort and sexual… services as requested by him, or I may request to provide services. I will study and learn more about such techniques to continually improve the quality of these services.”

Heather glances around before unzipping the blouse, removing it completely. She moves back to the trellis, where a patch of sunlight slips through the trees and vines. She sets her phone on a nearby rail, sets the timer and quickly positions herself in the sun, her back to the wall, slightly at profile. Spontaneously, she lifts her arms over her head, twining her fingers around a post, wanting to give him a better photo than the one earlier. She hears the click of the photo and hurries to see how it turned out. The sun on her skin, her breasts high and firm, adorned with the diamonds he gave her, the one nestled between her breasts… his words… and she has a pleasant little smile, her eyes staring out at… him. She repeats the process, taking another picture, but this time with her head back against the wall, her chin up, eyes closed… in what she hopes seems like a submission to him.

==== message ====

* Master.. part of Rule 8. I may request to provide services… I wish to provide you with a small gift

* Heather, I would be delighted… what service do you wish to provide?

* May I provide you with a better selfie, Master? or two?

* Yes, I would like that Heather.

==== message ====

The pictures are breathtaking. I smile and lick my lips… My need for her to give her breasts to me is growing and I know I must fulfill my desires for her soon.

==== message ====

* they are stunning Heather… you are stunning

* Thank you Master

==== message ===

Heather smiles as he compliments her. She feels that wonderful feeling of pride again. He loves her breasts, the breasts she always thought were too small. And he loves her nipples, the ones she previously thought were too large and embarrassing when stiff and erect, always making sure she covered them with layers so no one would notice. Now she is happy with her breasts. She knows that some of the men in the office have noticed too, but she can simply ignore their stares and gawking… they might look at her, but she knows who she belongs to.

She returns to the building, enjoying the walk up the stairs, feeling the diamonds hitting against her skin as constant reminders that he owns her breasts… that he owns her. Back at her desk, her mind is more at ease and she is able to get more done. While the dangles move pleasantly, they are not the distraction they were earlier. He is reminding her that she belongs to him, but she knows she already does.

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I wait until the afternoon is nearing it’s end and move to the third floor and it’s private executive suite and the balcony beyond. The note is waiting in her drawer. I pull a simple side chair out onto the balcony patio and the bag I carry with all the remaining items I might need. I sit and set the jewelry boxes on the small table beside me, then text her.

==== message ====

* Hello Heather

* Hello Master

==== message ====

I notice how the title “Master” is starting to enter her words in small ways.

==== message ====

* There is a note in your drawer I wish for you to read now

* Yes sir

==== message ====

Heather opens her pencil drawer and finds the small white envelop. She smiles, wondering how he is able to place these into her desk so easily.

==== note ====

Heather,

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Rule Two: You are mine. You shall consider yourself my property. You belong to me and only me. Your mind, body and spirit are mine.

_______________________________________________________________

Your breasts belong to me. I hope you have felt my claim on them today. Yet, I have not 100% claimed them as my own… not yet.

Do you wish to give your breasts to me?

If it is your desire to continue this journey, to continue your obedience and submission to me, I require you to willingly and purposely give your breasts to me. I am waiting for you. Please come to the old executive suite. Once there, join me on the balcony.

==== note ====

She reads the note twice, feeling it’s weight.

Do you wish to give your breasts to me?

She knows she does, she feels like they are already his. Her nipples throb powerfully as she imagines what giving her breasts to him means exactly. Visions flash in her mind of things he shared on those links, but she doesn’t think he would do most of them… piercings, nipple torture, painful looking punishments. She doesn’t believe that’s what he has in mind. While he is strong and powerful and dominant… he is also kind and tender and caring. Again her mind flashes… to both moments today… with her hands over her head, his lips on her nipples. This thought elicits a stronger reaction, her nipples pulsing wildly, and her clit tingles as well. She has been damp in her thongs all day but now, as this moment approaches, she feels her wetness growing, her lips starting to open as they always seem to be with him.

She leaves her office and walks along the windows, hoping not to draw attention in the nearly deserted section of the building. Carrie showed her this wing when she first came to the company and she remembers the narrow entrance to the abandoned executive conference area. Slipping in and closing the sliding door, she quietly moves down the hall, avoiding anyone who might see her. She reaches the outer doors and opens them slowly, stepping inside.

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I hear her enter and smile. Taking a deep breath, I gather myself, knowing that control is most important in these moments or I could lose myself. I can’t allow that to happen.

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As she closes the door, she sees the sticky note…

– Please lock the door –

She turns the dead bolt, the soft click triggering another pulse in her nipples, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She turns and looks around the lavish office… the large secretarial desk, seating area, the enormous office beyond. Walking into the office, she see the large sliding doors… and Patrick, sitting on the patio… waiting for her. She pauses, shivering before slowly opening the doors and stepping out.