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         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!!



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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 skir