As instructed, if I wanted to continue, I had tits picture removed all my knickers, bra and blouse before walking to your office.
Undressing for you in the toilet had fuelled the eagerness, the expectation, bringing the naughty thrill to the fore.
I tits picture was wearing only a black silk suit, stockings and suspenders tits picture and high heels.
My breasts were tits picture free and would be seen if I didn hold myself correctly.
More than anything I tits picture couldn believe how sensitive my mound was.
My knickers tits picture had moved so sensually over my skin and tits picture I had looked at myself in the mirror as I pulled the crutch up between my labia, but now the lining of the skirt slid heavenly back and forth over the sensitised skin.
My face was flushed.
I was aware of the predatory looks from men around me as I tits picture walked on the street.
Before, they had angered me, frightened me.
It had changed gradually over the weeks but now I accepted them, didn hide from them, passively allowed them to feed on me.
It excited me.
I asked directions to your office from a bored receptionist and found your office blocked by your PA.
She was taller than me, about thirty and very tits picture smart, very beautiful, very confident.
I felt gauche.
She smiled as I walked in.
"Hello, Im Louise. I am sorry, Mr tits picture. Weston is out just now, but he told me to give this to you and to have you wait for him in his office." Louise handed me an envelope.
I looked at it, disconcerted by you not being here.
Expensive paper I noted.
I tits picture realised that you had written the words Instructions for Emma on the envelope.
I could see it was your tits picture handwriting.
Louise had a knowing smile on her face as I looked up.
I felt as though the room had become an oven.
I knew I was blushing a deep red in embarrassment.
I realised tits picture that she might guess that I was a submissive.
Your submissive.
She led me tits picture into tits picture your office.
"I must be finishing tits picture off.
Emma, please excuse me.
She closed the tits picture door leaving me alone.
It took a moment for me to come to terms with the events and then I looked around.
You had a modern desk.
It was totally uncluttered, other than having a computer at one end.
The only other item on the desk was a blindfold.
My blindfold.
I felt a dribble of perspiration tits picture drip from my armpit down my ribs.
I looked around tits picture again.
The desk tits picture took up one end of the room, at the other were two sofas facing each tits picture other with a table between them.
