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whole thing. “There’s a fresh outfit for you in my office,” he called as I headed back down the hall.
    I went head-to-toe pink from mortification. Why did he have to say that in front of Brian? Was he trying to prove he was in charge of me, to the extent of overseeing my wardrobe? No surprise that he’d have an outfit for me. Ethan enjoyed visual stimulation, especially in the form of corsets and black vinyl. But that was supposed to be private. Didn’t we have rules about that?
    Did we have any rules anymore?
    I stomped through the office door. My first stop was the bathroom, where I got a traumatizing look at what my adventure with Ethan had done to my appearance. I looked like a freakin’ porn star. My hair was all wild around my head, like black diesel smoke. I generally wore little makeup, but you’d never have known it from the look of my lips. Swollen and parted, they looked like I’d just blown a hockey team. And I hadn’t put my lips on a man’s cock in days. That puffiness was purely from my own arousal.
    My blouse was buttoned wrong, which allowed the edge of my bra to peek out. And my nipples shone through, plum-sized reminders of my deviancy. My nipples loved to be clamped. Even though they were sore right now and needed some recovery time, I couldn’t wait for the next time Ethan applied that lovely torture to them. What did that say about me?
    A sense of shame accompanied me into Ethan’s office. What was wrong with me? Why hadn’t I been able to resist Ethan and stick to our deal? I couldn’t fool myself that he’d broken our agreement. Oh no. I’d done it out of my own free will.
    My head sagged and my feet dragged as I made my way into Ethan’s office. What kinky outfit would be waiting for me? Would it expose my breasts, give access to my pussy? Would it be made of leather or lace?
    As always, Ethan surprised me. An array of items waited on his desk. A clean white washcloth perched on top of a folded towel. A bowl of scented water sat next to it. The outfit, far from being kinky, turned out to be a sleeveless cream sundress with an apricot-colored, vaguely flowery print. It looked like a Creamsicle. Demure and dainty, it ended just above the knees. I didn’t recognize the fabric, but it screamed money like a debutante on a shopping spree. It would look appropriate worn by an heiress flirting with a movie star over a Pym’s cup in a country club.
    I have to admit, it made me melt. All the bad feelings that had been weighing me down lifted away. If Ethan thought I should wear a dress like that, I couldn’t be so shameful.
    “As soon as I saw that dress, I knew it was for you,” said Ethan behind me.
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re beautiful. And you don’t always know it.”
    I blinked tears from my eyes. How embarrassing. I never cried.
    “You deserve nice things. A nice life.” He continued on his mission to make me lose it.
    “Stop.”
    He came closer behind me, then softly touched my waist. “Don’t cry, luv.”
    “I’m not,” I insisted.
    “Those tears on your cheeks say otherwise.”
    I turned on him. “Have you always been like this? Controlling everything and everyone?”
    “Whenever possible,” he answered lightly.
    “I’m not joking. You always have to be top dog. Dictate everything. That’s not normal. What is wrong with you?”
    “How can it be wrong if it feels so good?”
    Obviously he wasn’t going to take me seriously. “I’m not joking around. I’m very upset.”
    “I see that. Here. Take off your skirt and panties and sit on the desk.”
    Now? He wanted to have sex again, now? I shot him a rebellious look.
    “Just do it. Trust me.”
    I didn’t know if I could ever trust him, but I perched on the desk anyway and let him take my skirt off. I closed my eyes as he spread my thighs apart. A strong smell of sex rose into the air. Then came the scent of expensive soap and the gentle touch of the washcloth. I let Ethan dab me clean, then opened my