I stepped through the door and looked around. "One more day at the Office," I joked to myself. Smiling, I put my bag down by the cooler and walked over to the empty desk outside the door to your office. I sat down in the chair and straightened the stacks of paper. Swinging the chair from side to side, crossing my legs in the short black skirt you had sent me. Wondering what you had planned.
Your office door was closed and I heard the sounds of movement from within. My heart started to race and I wanted to jump up and run in to you, but I forced myself to stay put.
"I'll teach you some discipline," you had said on the phone earlier. " Look in the box I'm sending you tomorrow morning and follow the instructions TO THE LETTER, and be a good girl."
When the package had arrived at my hotel that morning, I looked inside and found a black short skirt, a white shirt, silk stockings, a black garter belt, purple silk panties, a white silk bra and black shoes, along with a list of instructions and a long gift wrapped box. The instructions said not to unwrap the box but to bring it with me when I came to your office that day.
I took a bath and carefully shaved my whole body, feeling the heat of the water and the sharpness of the razor across the smooth skin of my pussy lips and throbbing at the thought that you would be touching me soon.
As I dressed and slid the stockings up my legs, I giggled at the game about be played. No matter what I knew I would be safe and amazed. You always do that for me. Slipping the shoes on my feet and stepping back to look in the mirror, I marveled at how perfect everything you chose fit me. But why not? You had held my body in your arms enough to memorize the size and shape of every inch of me. And here was proof that your attentions had not been wasted.
Following your "rules", I packed up my things and took my bag to the car. As I climbed in the driver's seat, I saw how far up my new skirt rode when I sat. I knew this would please you. I knew how you would touch me when I wore this in your truck sitting coyly next to you, and shivers rushed through my system thinking of the last time we had ridden together. How your arm had wrapped me up next to you and your hand had held my wet cunt. How I had laid down in your lap and kissed and touched and sucked your stiff cock while you drove. How your fingers had driven into me and touched my hidden spot while I swallowed your gushing prize. The smell and feel as I laid my cheek against your prick after you had cum. For all your self control and discipline, I smiled knowing you never really got soft when I was next to you, touching you, kissing you.
As I pulled up to your office trailer, I checked myself in the mirror. My makeup was fresh and minimal, as instructed. Except my lips. Deep red lipstick was always so flattering to my face. I knew that would go over well. As I got out of the car, I realized several men had stopped their work and were looking at me. I smiled at the forklift driver, tossed my hair for the group of supervisors off to side, and giggled as I heard the whistles and talk behind me as I walked up the stairs to the office door. I locked he door behind me.
So here I sat, listening to you in your office, waiting patiently for you to call me in. It was the end of the day, and the lock on the front door was loud enough, I knew you had to know I was there. I could feel your heart pounding anyway. You knew.
