On the way back downtown we talked a bit about the way things were going.
"I never ever would have thought a couple weeks ago that I would be strolling around out in public wearing nothing more than a skimpy little thong. For that matter I'd never worn a thong at all before yesterday."
"You seem to have taken to it well."
"I'd never have dreamed of doing this if you weren't in the drivers seat."
"That's my role here. I'm the master of ceremonies, the guide, just as we discussed during the interview."
"Yes and I love it. I need someone to tell me to do these things otherwise I never would. Now I'm wondering what comes next and as I try to guess I get excited. On the other hand I'm beginning to get sexually frustrated. I want to have sex so badly right now. You're tormenting me like this."
"That's a part of the plan. Once you've experienced sexual frustration you'll be amazed at just how wanton you can become and all the boundaries that come down as a result."
She was quiet, watching me as we drove along.
I broke the silence. "You really looked stunning on the beach today."
She blushed but said no more all the way back to her office. Before she slid out of the car I told her that she should come to my office the next day.
"Are we going to the beach again?"
"No we will be staying in. Knock when you arrive, but then let yourself in once you do."
When C arrived at my door the next day, she found a note taped to the door that read "Strip before you enter but leave your shoes on." The corridors of the building that my office was in were not highly travelled but someone still could have come along as she undressed. It must have been a bit unnerving to her.
Sitting behind my desk waiting I heard the knock and her entry followed. A black and white frock of some sort was draped across her arm and it didn't appear that there were any undergarments that accompanied it. Excellent.
"There's a hook on the back of the door."
She turned and hung the dress there. Definitely no bra or panties. The shoes were shiny black leather fuckmepumps with higher heels than I'd yet seen her in. I motioned for her to approach and they made a wonderful sound against the wooden floor: click, click, click ... mesmerizing as it bounced around the high ceilinged room.
She stood behind the guest chairs, waiting for me to tell her to sit. Instead I pointed to a small box on the desk.
"For you."