master not lover yet again. She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Go to the children’s wear department. Find yourself a while blouse, navy pleated skirt, navy blazer and red and blue striped tie. All the smallest size you can manage to do up. Change the stockings to white knee highs but bring the stockings back with you. Then go to the shoe department and find a pair of buckle on patents. Black. Knock on my office door in thirty minutes. Go.”
“Yes, sir.”
She turned to move away.
“Amy?”
She turned back.
“Lose the dress and this time there is no clean up allowed. Move.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter 9 – Interlude
I watched her shapely ass move enticingly as she walked away from me to locate her outfit. She knew I was watching and put some effort into her walk to make it sexy. She was definitely developing well, very little training but a real talent for this. It had been a slight lie to say I had some real work to do, I had something to do alright but it wasn’t entirely work related.
As she turned the corner out of my sight I ducked back into the lift, carrying her now discarded dress. Quickly I checked for any signs of our activity before heading back to my office. Once there I accessed the security system and logged the recordings out into my own personal encrypted directory. Amy and most of the staff thought we used the old fashioned tape system in the monitoring room. They were there for show and to confuse anyone attempting to rob the place and disable the system. The real records were fully digital and located in the server room.
It took only a matter of minutes to pull the security recordings from all of the cameras and transfer the files. The system automatically logged my action, so the team would know I’d done this. Setting the scene had been easy. I’d previously done this several times, and after checking it had been deliberately the first couple of times, they didn’t even bother to check with me anymore.
Another couple of minutes allowed me to set up the video camera to record my second piece to camera, having done the first before she’d arrived this morning. That was already sitting waiting to dump to DVD, together with the footage of her interview, suitably edited. Checking the clock I still had fifteen minutes to go, so edited in some of the security clips of her activities this morning to enable me to burn the DVD for her husband. I checked the clock again, only a couple of minutes to go. Watching the film clips of my slave’s behaviour had also had another well desired effect. I was ready to go again.
There was a polite knock on the door.
* * * *
As I’d walked away from him, heading for the children’s wear department, I knew he would be watching me. I deliberately put a bit of effort into making my bum move, keeping one foot planted directly in front of the other to emphasise the sway. My mind was reeling, the orgasms he had given me on the floor of the lift had to have been the biggest and best of my life. Yet I still loved my husband so how could I behave like this? Making sense of it was difficult. When I judged I was out of his sight I stopped and spread my legs apart to examine my inner thighs. The slimy trails on my skin glistened under the lights, and I could clearly see the bruises beginning to form where he had carried out his promise to provide love bites on my thighs as tangible evidence. Together with the one on my neck there was no way I was going to be able to hide the evidence, even if he allowed me to get cleaned up and put my own clothes on again. The thought of him carrying out the rest of his threat, or was it promise, to drop me at home in a sexy short skirt with his cum all over me sent another paroxysm of shivers running through me.
The real problem, the dilemma I faced, was straightforward. Despite my love for my husband I didn’t want this to stop. I found myself craving for whatever he was going to do next. As I reached the school wear section
“Go to the children’s wear department. Find yourself a while blouse, navy pleated skirt, navy blazer and red and blue striped tie. All the smallest size you can manage to do up. Change the stockings to white knee highs but bring the stockings back with you. Then go to the shoe department and find a pair of buckle on patents. Black. Knock on my office door in thirty minutes. Go.”
“Yes, sir.”
She turned to move away.
“Amy?”
She turned back.
“Lose the dress and this time there is no clean up allowed. Move.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter 9 – Interlude
I watched her shapely ass move enticingly as she walked away from me to locate her outfit. She knew I was watching and put some effort into her walk to make it sexy. She was definitely developing well, very little training but a real talent for this. It had been a slight lie to say I had some real work to do, I had something to do alright but it wasn’t entirely work related.
As she turned the corner out of my sight I ducked back into the lift, carrying her now discarded dress. Quickly I checked for any signs of our activity before heading back to my office. Once there I accessed the security system and logged the recordings out into my own personal encrypted directory. Amy and most of the staff thought we used the old fashioned tape system in the monitoring room. They were there for show and to confuse anyone attempting to rob the place and disable the system. The real records were fully digital and located in the server room.
It took only a matter of minutes to pull the security recordings from all of the cameras and transfer the files. The system automatically logged my action, so the team would know I’d done this. Setting the scene had been easy. I’d previously done this several times, and after checking it had been deliberately the first couple of times, they didn’t even bother to check with me anymore.
Another couple of minutes allowed me to set up the video camera to record my second piece to camera, having done the first before she’d arrived this morning. That was already sitting waiting to dump to DVD, together with the footage of her interview, suitably edited. Checking the clock I still had fifteen minutes to go, so edited in some of the security clips of her activities this morning to enable me to burn the DVD for her husband. I checked the clock again, only a couple of minutes to go. Watching the film clips of my slave’s behaviour had also had another well desired effect. I was ready to go again.
There was a polite knock on the door.
* * * *
As I’d walked away from him, heading for the children’s wear department, I knew he would be watching me. I deliberately put a bit of effort into making my bum move, keeping one foot planted directly in front of the other to emphasise the sway. My mind was reeling, the orgasms he had given me on the floor of the lift had to have been the biggest and best of my life. Yet I still loved my husband so how could I behave like this? Making sense of it was difficult. When I judged I was out of his sight I stopped and spread my legs apart to examine my inner thighs. The slimy trails on my skin glistened under the lights, and I could clearly see the bruises beginning to form where he had carried out his promise to provide love bites on my thighs as tangible evidence. Together with the one on my neck there was no way I was going to be able to hide the evidence, even if he allowed me to get cleaned up and put my own clothes on again. The thought of him carrying out the rest of his threat, or was it promise, to drop me at home in a sexy short skirt with his cum all over me sent another paroxysm of shivers running through me.
The real problem, the dilemma I faced, was straightforward. Despite my love for my husband I didn’t want this to stop. I found myself craving for whatever he was going to do next. As I reached the school wear section
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