Chapter 3: Mind Over Body
If you haven't read any of my Cathy stories yet I strongly advise you to at least read Cathy (2) Once my Slave, before you go any further as it gives an insight into who and what she is.
Cathy woke up with a start, her arms and legs flailing around insanely, fighting off imaginary men. "Oh fuck." she said, realising she was alone, "Now I'm having wet dreams." She looked around and burst out laughing.
It had been two day's since her night with Ted, Colin and Dean. She had looked so exhausted that Ted had sent her home and told her not to come back till Monday when they had to prepare for there trip to Belgium. She had slept all day Thursday, only getting up after dark for a bite to eat and drink. 'Thank god it's Friday' she thought. She showered and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, as she poured it the phone rang.
"Hi hun." Rob said.
A little shocked Cathy replied, "Rob, oh hi babe where are you?"
"I'm in Sweden, wont be home for at least a week babe, sorry." Rob said, "gotta go, call you later bye, love you."
Before Cathy could say anything her husband was gone. When she married Rob this was one of the deciding factors, he was always abroad, but now she needed him to be here, she needed someone to lean on, even to talk to. "Bastard!" she shouted angrily as she slammed the phone down. "You don't give a shit about me, just work work bloody work. Well if you do not care about 'us' why the fuck should I."
Cathy had spent a lot of time thinking about what was happening to her since Ted had 'raped' her, and she did call it rape, being forced to submit to his will whenever he wanted her. However, thing's had changed. She knew that the Cathy of old, the slut, was well and truly awake now, she knew that whenever Ted told her to suck or fuck someone she would. Not just because he said so, but also because she wanted it to. She wondered if she was a nymphomaniac, or was it because the 'business woman' detached Cathy had ruled her life for so long. Whatever the reason, the slut was finding it easier and easier to dominate the businesswoman, especially when the businesswoman needed an added weapon to clinch a deal.
Cathy went upstairs to get dressed, still angry but with a smile on her face. Whenever she got angry with Rob, the slut would make the most of it. As she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom the voice in her head said, "He's only working for us; he knows we need the money."
"Well if he was here he would know that we don't need the money." she said out loud, "He didn't even give you a chance to tell him did he?"
"He must have been busy," the voice said.
"He's always busy, always too busy to spend five minute's with you, we don't need him. I don't need him."
With that, the meek voice in her head wilted into nothing, all that stood before the mirror was Cathy the slut, Cathy the woman. She looked at her reflection and ran her hands over her body, smiling as she did so, her body tingling at the touch, over her firm breast's down to her thigh's and between her legs.
"Hmm." she said, "I think we need to tone up a little if were going to be displaying our wears regularly."
With a smile at her reflection, she moved to her wardrobe and took out some of her new clothes, slowly dressing in front of the mirror until she was satisfied. It did not take long, but then all she put on was a thin top, short skirt and pull up stockings. Satisfied with how she looked she went to her study.
When they had bought this house, the previous owner had building permission and plans to build a two-storey extension, a double garage with a bedroom above it. Once Cathy decided that she needed to exercise, she remembered the plans and, probably through anger, decided to have it built; only the bedroom would become a gym and sauna. With the plans were quotes for the work and the name of the architect, a local office in town, she decided to go and visit him and then to call the builders.
She had to park in a multi storey car park and walk to the architects office and she couldn't help noticing the looks that she got, she loved it and realised that she was instinctively walking to tease, swaying her bum and making sure her breast's moved freely, even smiling at some of the men as she passed.
As she entered the office she was greeted by a woman in her fifty's "Yes, can I help you" she said officiously.
Putting on her biggest smile Cathy said, "Would it be possible to see Mr Hexton please"
"Do you have an appointment?" A look of annoyance on her face
"Oh I'm sorry....what a lovely brooch, it's gorgeous." Cathy said still smiling, "May I have a look at it."
The secretary was surprised, "Ye....yes of course."
Cathy moved round the desk and ran her finger's over the brooch, "It's so pretty, it suit's your colour so well.
"We....well thank you; it was a gift from my late husband."
"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry," Cathy said, "It just look's so pretty on you."
"Oh not at all, now then Mr Hexton you say." The secretary was flustered now but Cathy knew that her trick had worked.
"Yes if it's at all possible, I have these plans that he drew up and I would like to make some small changes to them, but if I need an appointment I could come back I suppose."
"No, no don't worry, give me a moment. You are...."
Cathy gave her name and watched as miss prim went through some door's that Cathy assumed led to the offices of Hexton and Norton. She returned a moment later and said "Mr Hexton has someone with him at the moment but if you could wait he will see you as soon as he is free.
"Oh thank you so much," Cathy purred, "I'll wait thank you."
"Would you like some coffee or tea perhaps?" The secretary asked.
"Coffee would be wonderful, your so kind. "
A moment later Cathy sat with a piping hot cup of coffee in her hand, and the secretary was offering some of her own private stash of biscuit's "I keep these for special client's" she said, "If they knew about them they would eat them all."
"I promise I won't tell." Cathy said with a smile. "My names Cathy by the way."
