Wednesday

Another morning and another e-mail, Giselle thought as she sat down in her living room with a fresh cup of coffee. Since meeting Tom at work Monday night, she rarely got dressed at home anymore. So, the neighbors in either of the buildings opposite hers were getting a regular daily show of Giselle's nude body through the large open windows on both ends of her open-floor-plan condo.

Steam wafted from her coffee mug where it sat on the coffee table. The first sentence of the new e-mail immediately got her attention. After yesterday’s detailed instructions, Tom had left today’s wardrobe choice to her. He’d included a reminder about the expectations and requirements. Then there was a note about a package that she would find on her doorstep. She put her laptop down, got up and walked over to the door. 

Sure enough, there was a box sitting on the mat outside the condo door; indifferent to her nudity, she stepped outside a moment, bent over, and took it. As she stood up, she heard a door open and close; when she turned to look there was a guy, thirty-ish, staring at her. She waved to him and took the package inside her condo. The e-mail had said explicitly that she must not open it until she was at work, so she set it with her valise and went to take a shower. 

Finished in the bathroom, she decided to look for something different for today. She put on the required thong panty, figuring that in a few days she'd have none left to wear. The storage closet next to her small kitchen was where she found a piece of luggage handed down from her aunt. It was a boxy travel make-up case, roomy enough for all that a woman might take on a vacation. Inside was stuffed a collection of outfits from her college days when she thought of her wardrobe in terms of less being more.

After laying out some of the clothes on the couch, she chose a gray and red pleated mini skirt with a coordinating midriff length cardigan in gray cashmere. There was a pair of gray, over the knee opaque stockings, and a white blouse. She set the blouse aside since it would not be sheer enough and decided to wear the sweater with nothing else. The schoolgirl skirt was even shorter than the ones she'd just altered the other night. Even with the waist slung low on her hips, she showed a couple more inches of her luscious booty than she had the day before.

Once more, Giselle’s entrance to the office was well watched. The pleated skirt rode high, exposing almost half her naked ass; the sweater hung loosely, which allowed her boobs to swing in and out of view with the sway of her hips. All eyes in the room were on her and she loved the way they were looking. “Good morning, people! Is everybody good? I’ll be in the office if anyone wants to see me. Have a wonderful day!”
 

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As he went through the morning's progress reports, Ted Havlicek couldn’t get his mind off his new protégé, Giselle Turnbow. While he was very pleased with the progress she was making, her attitude was a bit troubling. She wasn’t coy or shy about his requests and showed no embarrassment at displaying her nude body.

His most recent disciple, Annabelle, had displayed all the normal emotive responses to his conditioning. She had gone through all the predicted stages: stubborn resistance to conditioning, reluctance to conform, resentful recognition of her predicament, then full and complete acceptance of her fate. The bubbly blonde cheerleader he had found at a Midwest high school had become a perfect submissive sex toy. 

Giselle was no Annabelle, that was certain. Of course, she was more mature and had more life experience. It was hard to say if that would be an obstacle to the transformation he was attempting. Whatever came of his work with the brunette beauty, his protégé was certainly giving him a lesson on his own shortcomings.   

“Hey, Ted. Mr. Michaels on line three,” the receptionist called over the intercom. 

“Thanks, Charlene.” He clicked on the speakerphone and said, “Good morning, Malcolm. Have you seen last night’s cam video?” 

“Christ Havlicek, that woman is solid gold sex. Incredible, just incredible.” The CEO of Michaels and Carter investment brokers sounded impressed.

Ted just hoped that the man had made his deposit to the accounts for his and Giselle’s contracts. “Are you ready to commit to the project now? I expected that you and Carter would be invested already after seeing her physical attributes and her immediate agreement to begin the orientation process.”   

“You haven’t checked this morning yet, then. Carter and I made our contributions; we’re both in. And just to give her some incentive, we’ve come up with a signing bonus if she accepts in the next seven days,” Michaels assured him. 

“How much of a bonus?”

“Forty thousand if she’s signed by next Tuesday at close of business, fifteen of that is yours.”

 It was almost comical, how these successful wealthy men were so horny for his newest creation.  “I hadn’t given her any numbers on compensation, but I will let her know about the signing bonuses,” Havlicek assured the other man.

“This is amazing Ted. Who was the blonde fox between our chick’s legs?”

“A very nice and totally unexpected accomplice, and possibly a new recruit.” 

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Denise stood at the door to Giselle’s office and knocked on the open door. She had on a tunic length button front sleeveless dress with just a few buttons undone at the top. Giselle clucked, "That won't pass; too many buttons. We'll have to fix that right now."

With some scissors from the desk in hand, Giselle kicked the gray footstool into the middle of the room. She nodded at her secretary, “Step up, miss, let’s get you done.”

“You’re going to cut off my buttons?” Denise asked.

“That’s one of items on the Expectations and Requirements list,” the boss informed her.

“The what, which?”

“The Expectations and Requirements list. For blouses and dresses no more than two or three buttons, strategically placed at the waist,” the boss explained, then helped her assistant up on the footstool. She started at the bottom hem, cut two buttons off, then skipped past the waist and continued to snip the rest all the way up to the collar of the dress.

“That’s so very sexy. I like that. You can see my pretty lacy bra.” Denise peeled open the top of the dress. Giselle opened it further and shook her head.

“No, that won’t do at all. No bras, except see thru or demi cup. You’ll want to take that off,” she instructed her assistant. 

Denise looked at the boss questioningly. Giselle nodded her head in affirmative. “There’re rules for the dress code. I didn't make them. They were sent to me by e-mail. Do you want me to forward it to you?” Giselle pushed her hand in Denise’s blouse and unclipped the strapless bra. It slipped off and fell down through the dress to her knees. The dress gaped open enough that her perky boobs were in plain sight for anyone.

“What's the feeling in the office after the meeting?” the boss asked. 

"Well, I think you saw the bulges in Grady and Chris's pants. They couldn't take their eyes off you."

“I expected that. Is this your show of support?” Giselle stood up, then helped Denise step off the stool. She made a circle motion with her hand and the hot blonde twirled on one foot, her skirt flowed upward to expose a lacy thong and a tight dimpled ass. “What about the others?”

“The staff all loves you, boss. They totally appreciate how you've handled the department since Riggs left and you took over,” Denise reported. "You got only compliments on the cute skirt and sweater outfit. Which reminds me, you should have a ponytail or something."

"I don't have a scrunchie."

"Here, I've got a trick for that," Denise reached under her dress and pulled her thong off.

"Uhm, is that a trick or a treat?"

"Just watch." With a comb from a desk drawer, the secretary pulled a ponytail from Giselle's auburn locks. She twisted the lacy panty up and wrapped it around her boss's hair, cinching it in place.

“That is so cool. I can't believe I never thought of that." Giselle planted a little kiss on her secretary. "Anyway, are Hannah and Heather still huddled together, whispering? When Mortensen made me manager, I got a really bad vibe from them. They are the senior editors and I got bumped up over them.”

“Yes, but remember when they decided to just blow off the dress code two days after you replaced Mr. Riggs? Well, they remember that you supported them in front of the whole office. I think they may have some questions, and Heather has been following your every move today.”

Her desktop chimed. She looked to see that she had an incoming e-mail. She hadn't checked for one yet today, so she brought it up and opened it. "Oh, I have to unwrap my gift now. You want to hang around, and see?"

"Sure, I'm not really busy," Denise answered. "Oh, but Marta wanted you to see her outfit today, and Jennifer turned in a letter of resignation."

"Jennifer is resigning? What's that about?"

"I didn't look at her letter, but I heard her husband got relocated."

Giselle cut through the tape holding the box closed and opened it. Inside was a pink rubber dildo with two appendages, both fairly thick and one longer than the other. "Wow, that is some vibe!" she commented.

"Yeah, that's the Lexus of vibes. That is a G-spot thumper," a voice said from the doorway. The two women at the desk looked up to see Marta standing there. The red-haired woman's taut little form was dressed in a tight spandex miniskirt and a black crop top which exposed the bottom half of her braless boobs.

"Come in Marta. So, you know a lot about vibes?"

"My husband and I shopped for one recently and he wanted this one, but it's like stupid expensive," Marta continued. "Looks like there's no remote, so you can assume your friend has it. And if he bought the app."  

"He's a techie; he bought the app. Here Denise, make some sense of this little brochure." Giselle gave her the small, folded piece of paper. 

"Ok, so once he hooks it up to the app on a cell phone, it boosts the signal from about forty feet to almost half a mile," Denise informed them.

Giselle exclaimed, "He can control this from half a mile away? Oh my god!"

"Here, check out this illustration. The longer thicker end goes up against your G-spot."

"What's the thumper part?" the boss asked.

Marta came over to the desk and leaned in close to Giselle; she whispered softly to the boss and the svelte blonde secretary.

"He's going to be able to fuck me by remote control?" Giselle said astounded.

"I guess that's one way to think of it," Marta answered. "There's more."

"Of course, there's more."

Together, the three women studied the brochure and its accompanying illustrations. Marta pointed to the smaller piece, "This one here," she advised.

"Presses right on my nubbin." Giselle replied.

"Yep," Marta confirmed.

"Oh my god." 

"My last boyfriend liked to have me on a vibe at our hangout bar. He also liked to take me right to the edge of orgasm then make me stop," the tiny redhead confessed.

Tom likes to tell me when to stop, Giselle thought wistfully.

As if he was listening to her thoughts, the intercom suddenly sounded.  

"Giselle, please complete the instruction in the e-mail."

"Who is that?" Marta whispered to the boss.

"My coach. He gave me the dress code."

"Nice. You want us to leave?" Denise asked. Giselle shook her head no.

"Let's see. Tom? You want me to insert the vibe now?"

"Yes. Use your little bottle of vitamin E oil. You can have the ladies' help if you wish."

The three women flashed naughty grins, then Giselle sat in the chair and spread her legs open.

The gray pleated skirt covered nothing, and her panty had already slipped between her labia.

"First, we need to take off that panty. Marta?"

The redhead bent over and reached for the lacy garment. Carefully, she pulled it away; Giselle sighed a bit as it came out of her pussy lips.

"Nice," was all Marta could say, then she stripped the panty down and off her boss.

Denise was ready with the oil and started massaging it into Giselle's hot box. Giselle started to moan and push back against her secretary's fingers. A little more oil was drizzled on and then Denise had three fingers inside the brunette boss' coochie. "Ok, I think maybe we better get the vibe in," the secretary said.

Marta handed the vibe over to the blonde hottie, then knelt on the floor next to the boss. She took her hands and gently spread open Giselle's folds. There was a sheen of wetness from the oil combined with pussy juices. Denise bent over and slipped the thicker humper part of the vibe slowly into her boss's kitty kat.

Giselle moaned with pleasure as the vibe was already activated and pulsing in her body. The vibe's outer arm settled along her slit and pressed against her clit. "We have to put my panty back on," she instructed her two staff members.

"Absolutely. It will hold that clit tingler right where it belongs," Marta agreed.

With the vibe firmly seated in her vajayjay, Giselle picked up the outgoing mail and started on her first task of the day. No sooner had she stepped through the door to the stairway than a strong pulse from the vibe made her Venus mound quake. The thumper started up inside her. Marta had been right: it was like having a fat cock sliding in and out. It pressed against her G-spot, causing ripples of pleasure to wash up from her center. Tom had pushed the control button up to one of the higher numbers and Giselle had to grab the stair rail to keep her shaky legs under her.  

She dropped the mail and started to move her hand to her crotch when Tom's voice echoed in the stairway. "Giselle."

"Tom, oh ah. Oh, Jesus, that is so damn good. Oh wow, you did find a nice little vibe."

"Are you enjoying your toy?" He asked, then the pumping action of the thumper ramped up a notch. 

Waves of pleasure washed over her; she sat down on the cool concrete stairs, her lower body twitching. "I'm thinking maybe I'm your toy," she said. "Are you enjoying it?"

"Always trying to make it personal. Why are you in the stairwell?"

"It's only one floor, so I walked. Besides, you wouldn't have the opportunity to play with me like this." At that, Giselle felt the vibe start to slow down, the thumper action quit. "Oh, don't stop it now. I was really close."

"You'll have a cart to bring back from the mailroom. You'll need to use the elevator."  

"As you wish. You can push the button on the vibe again, if you don't mind."  

"Don't worry, when I do, you'll be the first to know."

Her warm damp panty clung to her and pressed the clit massager hard against her clit as she walked out of the stairway onto the second-floor hall. The sign pointed to the right and Giselle strolled along, her legs still shaking from the vibe that filled her vagina. It was on low now, but Tom could crank it up whenever it suited. The door stuck slightly, and a guy rushed to help her with it.

She was in a constant state of arousal now; she kept her legs pressed together in a fruitless effort to stem the sexy sensations. Pussy juice was flowing down her inner thighs; it was all she could do to stand on unsteady legs. Her throbbing cock socket was completely exposed under the super short schoolgirl skirt.

"This is the outgoing mail; where does that go?" she managed to ask.

The surprised and now very interested mail clerk was living in a fantasy: a gorgeous babe stood there dressed like a college freshman's wet dream. He thought quickly, "I need you to bend over and put it in that mail slot behind you."

The brunette babe turned around. Of course it's low on the wall, she thought. Giselle took a deep breath and cleared her mind. The Expectations clause popped into her head. Give people time to notice/react to your nude display. Be slow to realize your exposure and slow covering yourself up.

Without a thought of what the clerk would see, she bent over at the waist. At just that second, Tom decided to be an absolute bastard. The clit tingler started to vibrate fast; she wanted to grab the vibe in her crotch. A spasm in her coochie bent her over further, pushed her naked ass higher in the air.

"Ooh, you son of a... Aah, oh damn you. Oh, damn Tom," it was building in her loins, she wanted this badly. Giselle moaned almost inaudibly. He kept bringing her so close, poised on the brink of an orgasm. Her shapely legs shook; the thumper rocked against her G-spot; another ripple of erotic pleasure seared a hot path from her sexy sheath.

"Ah, oh, aah," she gasped, her body heaved, trying again to fuck the vibe; a slick wet trail crept slowly down her leg. She'd succumbed to his strumming her carnal chords, but he needed to give her the big bang at the end of the thrill ride. "Ooh, come on, you've got me ready to start counting."

The let-down was inevitable; he turned down the intensity on the vibe. She wasn't going to have an orgasm. She'd worn a stripper costume to work with a thong panty and he controlled the toy stuffed in her vajayjay. He had her bent over, half naked in the mailroom, her thigh gap and tortured pussy on full display to the clerk and another guy who had just wandered in.

Damn it, Tom; he was building up her passions, making her want to come, to ask his permission. She gathered her emotions along with a shred of dignity, stood up and turned around.

The amazed clerk pulled a cart with the Editing department's mail, and Giselle took the handle. The other mail worker held the door for her as she left the room; the two guys watched her walk down the hall, her naked ass bouncing all the way. The elevator came and Giselle pushed the mail cart in first then, turned and backed herself into its side wall. The vibe in her snatch was on low, but still buzzing against her clit. There were obvious traces of her pussy fluids running down her legs.

The cool elevator wall felt good on her bottom, which was warm from Tom arousing her sexy bits. She looked up from the mail cart and saw her staff member, Jennifer, in the elevator with her. The woman took a few steps closer, then was right beside her. “It might not be obvious to you, but you’re backed up against a mirror and your naked bottom is reflected in the opposite wall.”

Giselle raised her eyebrows in alarm. She reached behind her to tug the booty baring skirt down but that was useless. Tom picked that moment to trigger the humper in the vibe and it started rocking inside her, bumping against her G-spot.
“Oh, not now, please,” she whispered, praying the Tom would quit. "Ooh. Oh."

“Not now for what?” Jenny asked. “Were you talking to me?”

“Oh, no sorry. No, not you, Jennifer. Oh god!" Giselle said as the tingling vibe amped up higher. "Oh, whoa. Excuse me, Denise told me you're resigning?”

“My husband was offered a pretty big promotion. His company is moving him to New Orleans for his job,” the woman explained. “Anyway, it’s not about your new wardrobe changes and whatever else you’re doing.” 

“That’s good,” Giselle answered. “I was afraid I had done something; you know, to make you uncomfortable.” Lightning bolts of erotic pleasure exploded in her lovely loins. She moaned again and leaned forward against the cart.

“It's kind of fun and sexy. I like that you feel comfortable expressing yourself,” Jennifer said. 

At the word sexy, Giselle felt the humper go faster; her coochie was being pumped hard by the vibe now. “Oh my god. Oh, aah.  Oh.  My pussy.” She bent over forward and bit her lip against the pure ecstasy the vibe was unleashing in her Venus mound. Her feet staggered a bit more apart, widening her wondrous thigh gap.  

“Um, are you alright? If I didn't know better, I'd say you were in the middle of orgasm or something,” the other woman said concerned. 

The brunette boss looked up guiltily at her co-worker. “Hm, yeah. I’ll be ok. Would you mind taking this back to the office for me?” Giselle asked and pushed the cart at Jennifer. The doors had opened on their floor; the two women exited with the staff member wheeling the mail cart. Giselle made a beeline for the ladies' room and bolted into the first open stall. 

When she returned to her office, Tom had left a message for her. “Later this afternoon, you need to go to the sixth floor, take your panty off and put it in a manila envelope, write Exec Sweet on the envelope and drop it in a black mailbox near the door to the IT company.” Ok, Tom. 

Five o’clock came around; the vibe in her pussy had been quiet for almost an hour. Giselle got up from her desk and checked the outer office. Everyone but Denise had gone home for the day. She looked for a manila envelope and couldn’t find one, so she asked Denise if she had one.

“Sorry, boss. We’re out of those. Plenty of standard white letter size, though.”

She took one of the white envelopes and wrote Exec Sweet as she’d been directed to, then took the elevator to the sixth floor. The car was a bit crowded; Giselle stepped in and moved to the back. As the door closed, the vibe clicked on again, both the clit tingler and the humper on high. "Oh, Christ," she exclaimed as her body responded to the erotic electric buzzing in her hot pocket.

She dropped the envelope on the floor and put her hand in her mouth, then bit down. Wave after wave of sensuous pleasure ripped up through her body. Her breasts were out of the sweater now, her nipples hard and erect. Well, are you going to make me come in front of all these people or what, Tom? she thought. The elevator car finally reached the sixth floor, and Giselle staggered out, forgetting the envelope she'd dropped.

Standing outside the IT office on the sixth floor, Giselle looked around at the small lounge by the elevators.  There were a few couches and a small counter with phone chargers. A Wi-Fi code was posted on a piece of paper above the counter. Suddenly, she realized she didn't have an envelope anymore.

A receptionist sat at a desk just inside the glass doors to the IT company. She might have a manila envelope, Giselle thought. She opened the office door and walked in, then straight up to the woman's desk. "Hi! Oh, look at you! Do you have a telegram or something? You look amazing."

"Really? I just need a manila envelope, please," Giselle asked.  

"I'm sure I have one here. Let me look. So, do you work here?"

"Yes, I'm on the third floor. I'm Giselle."

"I'm Charlene. Is it cosplay day at your office?" the receptionist said. "I have to tell you; I really like that outfit."

"Thank you. I'm a manager for Bookings and Reeder, and I'm debuting some new wardrobe changes for us."

"Well, if that's the new dress code, I'm totally down with that!"

Another IT staffer walked up behind the receptionist and asked, "Charlene, is Ted is his office? Wow, hello!" He added looking at Giselle in her slutty schoolgirl gear.

Charlene looked at the other staffer. "He's in his wife's office, I think. Something I can do, Will?"

"Just make sure this report gets on his desk. He wanted it tonight. Thanks, Charlene."

"Done and done. Here's your envelope, miss. It's a six by nine but I don't have any letter sized, sorry," Charlene said to Giselle.

"I'm sure it will be fine, thank you."

Giselle borrowed a pen from the receptionist's desk set, wrote the words on the envelope, then sat down on a nearby couch. With Charlene the receptionist watching, she removed her panty, carefully pulling it from her ass crack where it had been lodged since Denise put the vibe in. She stuffed the panty in the envelope, got up from the couch and left the office. The drop box was a little way down the hall; she walked to it and stuffed the envelope inside. It wasn't more than a minute before the elevator arrived.

Now back in her office, Giselle sat with Denise a moment; the vibe was quiet again, and her body was quieting down from the ecstatic trek that Tom had her on all day.

"I really need to get laid tonight, after all this," Giselle complained to her secretary. "Are you free to go bar hopping for a big, fat cock tonight?"

"Wish I could say yes. My mom and I are going to visit my granny at the nursing home; it's a twice a month thing."
Denise explained. "Tomorrow night is good, though."

"Tom said I could remove the vibe when I got home tonight. I wonder if he would hang around and play with me again, if I stayed late in the office," Giselle pondered out loud. "Tom, are you listening?"