She sent him the picture and then waited anxiously.
This outfit was far too sexy for her to be comfortable wearing it to work, but the last time she tried to ask for permission to wear something conservative he had punished her; installing an irresistible urge to moan out loud and bite her lip everytime she saw an attractive girl with more skin on show then her.
She flushed red with embarrassment again at the memory of that day. The way she had responded when the cute Indian girl from legal had stood up to present an update at the quarterly review still made her cringe when she thought of it.
The treacherous part of mind, the part that had so eagerly led them down this path of being his obedient toy, quietly reminded her that it also made her wet.
She tried to ignore that voice, even as she trembled with arousal as each moment without an answer from him ratcheted up her nervousness that he wouldn’t approve of her look.
She checked herself again in the mirror. She really couldn’t get away with anything sluttier could she? She was already causing her colleagues to comment and whisper and bitch behind her back. Fuck. It made her so horny when they did that.
She found herself reciting a mantra in her mind over and over from her session with him at the weekend to calm herself down,
“Pleasing Sir makes me horny
Sir likes me to dress slutty.
I want to be slutty for Sir.
Dressing slutty makes me horny.“
She hoped he would respond soon. She was fighting the urge to start playing with herself, but she knew she didn’t have permission to cum on a weekday. She rubbed her thighs together, wishing he had not removed her ability to wear underwear.
She thought about sending a second, pleading message, but she knew that would be more likely to cause him to extend her torture, and she was going to be late as it was. She took a deep breath. Any second now he would reply, she told herself. Any second now…
I love office play. And this woman is beautiful. Another winner from @hypsan