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On Display Part 1 linemstr@aol.com
Kim was a senior vice-president of a stock brokerage firm in
New York City. She had attained such a high position in part by
playing the part of the consummate, castrating bitch. No one in
the office had been able to successfully challenge her. One thing
was certain, she did NOT get where she was by sleeping her way to
the top. She was determined to make herself successful by using
her brains, not her body, although her body WAS gorgeous. She was
envied by every woman in the office and was the unsuccessful lust
object of virtually every man in the office.
She usually dressed very conservatively, wanting to make the
point that, although she had numerous assets, they were not to be
considered in the business world. Her assets were, however,
difficult to ignore. She was medium build, about 5'5", 120 lbs,
about 35-22-35, with legs far longer than anyone deserved--and
magnificently tapered to small ankles which were usually atop at
least 3" heels. When she walked, her long, blond hair swished
side-to-side to match her hips. Her breasts were large and well
formed. Although they were large, they did not dangle downward.
They pointed almost straight out from her body with only the
slightest downward direction. Her areolae were silver-dollar
sized, and her nipples were large to match. The nipples and areola
had an accentuated contour of their own, and gently rounded out
away from the rest of the gentle curve of her breasts. She was
VERY PROUD of her magnificent breasts. She considered these the
best of a number of her tremendous assets. She ALWAYS wore a bra!!
However, Kim was bored. She longed for a secret change in her
life. She was tired of being the bossy bitch, but wanted to remain
in control of her business life. Her solution was to advertise in
the Village Voice for a "master" to take control of her personal
life, but not her professional life. She wanted to be secretly
dominated, but under her conditions, of course.
About a week after placing the ad, she received a call at the
office from a man who called himself "WHIP." She reluctantly took
the call, to find that he was answering her ad. She was excited,
but concerned about how he could call her at work when her ad only
listed her home number.
"Don't concern yourself with trivia! If you want to do my
bidding, you do not question my methods! It should prove to you
that I know who you are, and have means at my disposal to observe
you at all times. From now on, it is not your role to question,
merely to obey! You will receive a package today at the office.
While still in your office, you are to remove all your clothing
including your pantyhose and underwear, and put on what is in the
package. You may then put back on the beige heels you now wear,
but nothing else! NO BRA, NO PANTYHOSE, NO PANTIES--NOTHING!!
Inside the box will also be a set of instructions as to what you
are to do next. Do EXACTLY what the instructions say. I will be
observing you. If you do not follow the instructions, you will
never hear from me again!" He hung up.
Kim was both angered and excited. She realized that her
panties were soaked before the conversation ended. It was about
10:30 a.m. She waited expectantly.
The box arrived shortly before 11:00. Kim accepted the box
amid the questioning glances of her co-workers, went into her
office, and shut the door and blinds covering the windows which
looked out into the general office area. Inside the box was a
simple beige dress. It was made totally of chiffon. The top was
a halter style, the waist was tight-fitting, and the bottom was
full and flowing--and it was short--VERY SHORT!! Kim had never
worn anything like this before--certainly not to work!
She locked the door and removed her clothing and underwear.
The dress matched her 3" heels perfectly, and fitted literally like
a glove. The hem came to mid-thigh. It was long enough to cover
her ass and pussy, but not by much. The halter top buttoned in the
back of her neck, and the dress buttoned all the way from between
the twin pieces of layered chiffon which barely covered her
breasts, to the bottom of the skirt in front. Kim thought this
odd, but the dress was gorgeous, and looked like a million dollars
on her.
She looked like a billion dollars in it!! There were enough
layers of chiffon on the top that she was covered, almost. The
halter sides did not quite cover the curves of her breasts, and
there was a hint of darkness showing through where her nipples
hugged the material. The dress dipped to the waist in back. The
bottom was similarly layered so that the outline of her hips was
visible, but just barely. The 3" heels added a tapering length to
her legs that would give the impression graceful curves that ended
with the promise of ecstasy barely concealed by not quite enough
layers of chiffon.
Because her pussy was covered with truly blond hair, there was
no true giveaway that she was wearing nothing underneath--so long
as she didn't twirl or move fast or didn't stand in front of a
window! Kim knew that she could only wear this dress in carefully
selected, private, concealed locations. She could never let anyone
she worked with see her like this! She started to remove the
dress, but remembered to look for the sheet of instructions. She
found an envelope marked "Kim." The instructions read:
"You have elected to do my bidding. What you will do, you
will do because I decide it. It is involuntary on your part. You
have no choice but to obey! You are to wear this dress in the
office until 12:00 noon. You will carry on all your normal
activities until then. You will not do anything to hide your body.
Your hands will remain at your sides when you walk. You will not
cover your breasts or pussy at any time. When you sit, you will
pull the skirt up in back so that your bare bottom will sit on the
chair. You will let the skirt ride up to where ever it may when
you sit. At 12:00 you will leave the office. As you go out, you
will carry only your beige purse, and will leave by the path that
takes you along the large windows which look out onto 6th avenue.
You will walk slowly, allowing everyone ample opportunity to admire
your charms. As you leave the building, you will take a cab to the
Metropolitan Museum of Art. You will go directly to the Havermeyer
Collection and rent a walking audio tour tape of the collection.
You will view the collection and await further instructions.
Remember--as you leave, you never do anything to hide your charms.
If the wind blows, you let your skirt do what it will. You do not
avoid backlighting. As you sit, you must hike up your skirt and
sit directly on the seat. You may place your legs together as you
sit, but you never cross them."
Kim stood dumbfounded! This was not what she had bargained
for! She was horrified at the humiliation she would feel by
wearing the dress and parading around the office as she was
commanded--much less to go outside on the street--and not be
allowed to cover herself! But more than anything, she was just as
determined that no man would get the best of her. She would show
him! She was also secretly determined to fulfill her fantasy. She
packed her work clothes and underwear in the box and stashed it in
her closet. She resumed her work.
Occasionally workers would knock at her door. On entering,
they would be startled and stare momentarily, catch themselves, and
stammer on about whatever it was they originally wanted--if they
could remember. Kim was both humiliated and excited. She soon
realized that her ability to remain seated most of the hour was of
little comfort, because her desk top was glass. She soon found it
uncomfortable to constantly hold her knees together, and she
frequently found the entering workers staring through the glass at
her slightly parted thighs. Sitting as she was, her skirt was
riding high on her creamy thighs, and barely covered her pussy when
seated. She also realized that it was 12:00 noon and she would
have to stand and walk out of the office in front of a series of
large windows and a staring office full of workers. As she got up,
she realized the seat was wet. She was thankful that she wasn't
sitting on her skirt.
Kim picked up her purse and left her office, locking the door
behind her. She nervously strolled across the office to the
windows, turned, and walked slowly down the long rows of desks to
the elevators. She realized that the chiffon halter top did
nothing to stop the lewd juggling and swaying of her magnificent
breasts as she swayed from side to side in her long strides.
Likewise, the chiffon skirt swished from side to side, flipping up
on the sides of her hips as they swayed. She did not look at the
office workers, but was aware of a hush that came over the floor.
She could feel the stares as the backlight from the windows showed
her curves plainly under the chiffon top and skirt. She was
thankful she was a natural blonde!
Continued in Part II
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