Chapter 22

Kitty 

The shop called early that evening. They managed to fix the Vespa surprisingly quickly, which made me wonder if the exorbitant fee had been somewhat inflated. My suspicions were raised further by the liberal use of ’little ladies’ and ’darlin’s’ from the mechanics to refer to Astrid and myself. 

Their attitude set my teeth on edge and clearly made Astrid uncomfortable, so I chose not to haggle. 

Once on the street with the Vespa, Astrid circled it, as if worried it would strike at her. 

“So… um, I guess I should get home.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“I’m sure you have plenty to do too.”

“Yes, Miss.”

I really did and just her saying it, I was stressed. 

I had another chapter due and after the last one, I felt even more pressure to do well. 

And then there was the dinner.

“Okay, then,” she placed her hand carefully on one of the Vespa's handlebars, “Um… I had a really nice day, despite…” 

“Me too, Miss,” I said sincerely. 

She nodded and after a pause grabbed and stiffly kissed me. 

“I’ll see you soon,” she whispered as she withdrew. 

“Yes, Miss.” 

Astrid kickstarted the Vespa hard, so the peddle smashed into her ankle as it sprang back into position.

“Fuck!” she cursed. 

I instinctively reached forward, but she waved me back. 

“I’m fine,” she bristled, “Really… thank you Kitty, for… everything.”

“You’re welcome, Miss.” I curtseyed. 

She smiled more warmly and waved as she drove off. 

The weather had turned, so I shivered as I headed back to the tube. 

Taking care of Astrid had consumed the last 24 hours, but now she was on her way, I started to think about what Dr Palmer had said. 

I spent the whole way home worrying about how everyone must see me in the department. 

Maybe they really didn’t take me seriously? 

I didn’t think about what I wore, after all. 

Even Astrid had taken me shopping for clothes. 

Then again, I really liked the suit. 

It felt nice. 

And I was looking forward to wearing it again.

“Hello darling,” Andy greeted cheerily as I came into the kitchen, “I just put the kettle on.”

“Uh? Oh, yes. That sounds good,” I muttered, still feeling the chill as I collected a mug from the shelf above the sink. 

Andy made short work of his and held the empty mug aloft. 

“While you’re up,” he motioned to the tea pot. 

I poured him a fresh mug. 

I figured he must have just come from school as he was wearing a stiff looking shirt and his navy blazer. His hair was notably less styled and he was make-up free. 

“How was art-ing today?” I dropped into a seat opposite him. 

“Tiresome and pompous,” he admitted, but then seemed to notice me properly, “But hey, look at you?!”

I looked down at myself. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a proper jacket,” he craned out of his chair to take in the full length of me, “When did you get the suit?”

“Astrid took me shopping the other day,” I answered, awkwardly. 

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I think it’s nice?” 

“Oh… yes, of course,” he stuttered. 

I looked at him sideways. 

“What?” he countered imperiously. 

“Well, I might need to wear something like this a lot more often,” I sighed. 

“Why is that?”

“Apparently, I dress like a child at school,” I looked at him, embarrassed.

“Sorry?”

“Dr Palmer said so, after the seminar,” I explained, “I looked immature, scruffy, not appropriate for my position.”

Andy didn’t respond. 

I looked at him and the silence oppressed.

“Well…” Andy paused, “You hardly dress like a proper girl, do you?”

I was stunned. 

“I’m sorry, but you don’t,” Andy dug in, “I haven’t wanted to say anything but really, Kitty. I mean, 

what do other women in the department wear?”

“Um,…” I floundered, “Well, I suppose kind of like you are now… but more tweed?”

“Alright then,” he concluded, sipping his tea.

“Well… I could wear this I suppose?” I asked permission. 

He shrugged. 

“What?” I asked, starting to panic. 

“It’s pretty butch” he sneered.

“Butch?”

“Masculine,” he explained, and then huffed, “Kitty, you look like you’re wearing your Dad’s hand-me-downs. Like a boy about to go get his picture taken for the mantelpiece or something.”

I glanced down at myself again. 

“I mean, if that’s what you’re going for, then more power to you. But honestly, drag is for the clubs, Kitty. Everywhere else, you really need to learn to dress more normally, and this isn’t it.”

I felt like I’d been slapped.

“You said so yourself, women in your department wear skirts, blouses, and jackets,” he raised a hand to his chest, “I mean, do you think I would wear this every day if it wasn’t expected of me? If I had my way, I’d wear my red gown with the slit right up to my proverbial, all the live long day. But I do it, because it’s proper. I mean, fuck, do you think I even tell anyone there I’m gay? It’s the art department for fuck’s sake, we’re all gay. But fuck it if any of us would ever admit it. And I’m not about to make myself a target there. I have a career to think about, for fuck’s sake. And so do you.”

He looked at me askance, perhaps aiming for empathy. 

“If you want my opinion, you need to start dressing like the kind of girl my parents would want me to bring home,” he advised bitterly, “A string of pearls, modest make-up, blouse and nice cardigan. And would it kill you to wear a fucking skirt?”

I wanted to cry. 

In the place of my friend, I was being yelled at by my dad. 

“I could take you shopping, if you don’t know what to get?” he misread me.

“I don’t know…” I didn’t commit, “Um… I think I need to do some work.”

He nodded sagely and I retreated to my room and shut the door. 

I sat on the edge of the bed. 

I stared at the mess of paper on my desk and then the wardrobe. 

I felt ridiculous. 

Of course, eventually I would have to dress like an adult. 

Like a proper professor. 

This was what it was always supposed to be about. 

Ever since I went to school and my parents insisted I go to university. 

To become a scholar like them. 

Mum had told me off the last time I was there for dressing like a slob. 

It stung, but I’d managed to disconnect enough to not let it linger. 

But now it came back, along with a thousand other times I’d been told to tuck my shirt in, sit with my legs together, be more ladylike.

I didn’t want to think about it any more. 

I got undressed and fell into bed. 

I was exhausted. 

I needed to work, but I couldn’t even consider doing anything other than passing out into a second night of fitful sleep. 

I woke late the next morning, scrubbed myself, tried to pick out my least naff t-shirt, and put on the nicer of my pairs of trousers that weren’t the suit. 

I tried to write but it was impossible. 

I wanted to hurl the laptop out of the window and scream. 

Just as I was imagining it’s gratifying soar and crash, there was a knock on my door.

“Yeah?”

“There’s a delivery for you,” Tara called through the door.

“Can’t you take it?” I was not up to seeing anyone just then.

“Said she had to give it to you directly.”

Confused and uncomfortable, I rose stiffly and ambled to the front door. 

There stood Lee, from Astrid’s despatch agency. 

She looked at me impatiently, in shorts and tank-top despite the weather, her helmet missing but presumably with her bike. 

“Delivery for a… Kitty?” she asked seriously, as if she didn’t recognise me. 

“Yeeees?” I answered, my earlier angst replaced by bemusement.

“Good then,” she said briskly and lifted a briefcase from the ground and held it out to me. A chain hung from the handle, a single handcuff dangling loose from it.

“Errr…”

“Not done yet,” she handed me a letter and an unknotted blue tie. 

“What is…?”

“Instructions in the envelope,” she interrupted curtly, still not cracking a smile, “I was told you were to read and follow them to the letter.”

I was speechless. 

“Sign here please,” she handed me a clipboard and pen. 

I signed at the bottom dutifully.

“Alright then,” Lee nodded and turned to walk back to her bike without saying goodbye. 

I watched her go, stunned. 

Having managed to get back inside, I laid everything out on my bed. 

For a moment I just looked at the eclectic mix of items until I remembered the letter. 

I opened it as carefully as I could and slid out a single sheet of paper with impossibly neat handwriting on it. 

“Tomorrow you will wear your suit, with this tie, attach the briefcase to your wrist and arrive at the address at the bottom of this letter at 6pm. You will not be late.”

Below that was an address in Old Street. 

It wasn’t signed, but I knew it was from Astrid of course. 

I got your message, Miss, I texted her immediately. 

I have no idea what you’re talking about, came her quick response, but whatever it is, I expect you will do every last thing it instructs you to.

Yes, Miss, I typed, now smiling for the first time that day, My mistake. And I will.

Indeed, came her single-word reply and instead of worrying myself into a puddle, I spent the evening and the next day pondering what on earth was in the case. 

Whatever it was, it had heft because when I turned the case, the contents shifted but didn’t rattle in the way metal or wood might have. 

And then there was the tie. 

It was silky, a deep but shiny blue with a subtle scale-texture print. 

I was perplexed. 

At 4:30, I started to get ready to go to Old Street, wanting to leave in plenty of time, given how crap the Northern Line could be. 

I put on the suit, this time pairing it with one of my new white shirts. I buttoned it to the collar and tied the tie like I had done at school. 

Looking in the mirror, I thought the reflection looked… good. 

The suit seemed to fit nicely, despite what Andy had said. 

I looked somehow taller. 

The tie also added a certain… completeness to the look. 

I straightened it and picked up the briefcase. 

I stalked through the kitchen, grateful not to run into anyone, put on my coat, and made my way to the tube. 

Dressed that way, I felt an unfamiliar confidence and comfort, despite the stiffness of the shirt and tie around my neck. 

I wasn’t brave enough to attach the cuff to my wrist as I walked to the tube though, and tried to hide it in my hand for the full ride to Old Street. 

The address proved tricky to find once I exited, being off the main road, but I managed to make it ten minutes early.

Standing outside, I ratcheted the cuff into place, realising as I did, that I didn’t have a key should anything go awry. 

The cold steel inspired goosebumps to run from my wrist up the length of my arm. 

I swallowed. 

I entered the old townhouse converted into offices. There wasn’t a receptionist in the entrance, rather just a resolutely generic chair and table in one corner by the front door, a narrow staircase leading up and around to the next floor, and a lift door directly ahead. 

Standing by the lift, I recognised Penny, leaning against the wall, looking demonstrably bored, and chewing gum. 

She glanced up as I came in. 

“Oi, you.”

I pointed at myself. 

“Yeah, you,” Penny confirmed testily, “You the new hire then?”

I didn’t know how to answer her. 

”Best get your arse over here and up to the boss, toot fucking sweet.”

I stared at her. 

Shaking myself into reaction I reasoned this was part of what I was supposed to engage with. 

So, I walked forward timidly, as Penny snapped her gum and stabbed at the lift call button. 

I stood awkwardly just behind her waiting, noticing the suit she was wearing was made up of a mismatched black skirt and jacket, the tops of her fishnets peaking out noticeably. 

The lift door plinged open and we entered silently, save for the snap of Penny’s gum. 

She punched the button for the second floor, which seemed absurd given we could have easily taken the stairs. 

She huffed and leaned against the wall as we ascended. 

“You better be up to standard,” she muttered as the door slid open and pushed past me into a small foyer with a desk on one end and three chairs lining the walls facing a large window with a view of the building opposite. 

Sitting at the desk was Jen, squeezed into a tight single-buttoned pink suit jacket with black trim and noticeably nothing under it other than a black lace bra. 

The scratch of her emery board against her nails filled the musty air. 

“Ms Avery Madam,” Penny went to join Jen at the desk, “Found this ‘un loitering downstairs.”

“Oh yes?” Jen looked from Penny to me, ”Loitering, you say?” 

“Um… hi?” I asked.

“Name,” Jen barked as Penny knelt down and crawled under Jen’s desk.

“Kitty… err. Katherine,” I answered, my heart pounding in my ears, at a total loss. 

“Well, which is it?” Jen looked up at me now, very long-suffering, “Because I’ve got an appointment for a… Kitty Baxter but no Katherine.”

“Kitty,” I confirmed, “That’s me.”

“Ugh,” Jen leaned into her role, “Sit down then and I’ll tell the boss you’re here.”

“Err… okay,” I turned and sat in the deep chair nearest the window. 

I had no idea how I was feeling. 

Awkward, nervous… 

But also supremely turned on? 

My breath was heavy as I tried to sit still in my seat.

Jen’s chair creaked and rolled, presumably to accommodate Penny in some way under it. 

Jen picked up the phone on the desk and in a booming stage-whisper started to respond to whomever was on the other line. 

“Yes ma’am, loitering and showed up late… didn’t even know her own name to begin with… yes, ma’am… yes, she has the briefcase… yes ma’am… very good ma’am.” 

Jen hung up the phone and looked at me meaningfully. 

“Well, you’re in a heap of shit,” she raised an eyebrow as I heard a grunt from under the desk.

“I… I am?” 

“You’re late,” she explained, ”Boss doesn’t stand for that.”

I looked at the large clock on the wall, which read 6pm, exactly.

“But, I’m here at 6?” I complained. 

“Yes… but you were due at 5:30,” Jen replied as if explaining it to a child, “Tsk… tsk… and on your first day.” 

I swallowed. 

I knew this was a game, but I was starting to actually sweat. 

Jen’s phone buzzed and she looked down to it. 

“Boss’ll see you now,” she leaned back in her chair and hiked up her short pink skirt even further. 

I didn’t dare crane my neck to see why. 

She picked up her nail file again, “You’d better get in there.” 

I held my breath, stood, and made to walk to the door. 

“On your hands and knees,” Jen said casually, as she filed. 

“I’m sorry?”

Jen looked up. 

“Oh, you will be if you don’t go in there on your hands and knees,” she returned to her filing. 

Fuck, she was a good actor. 

It was all so surreal, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do but obey. 

I lowered to the carpeted floor, which was pleasantly soft as I dug my fingers onto it. 

I paused, trying to figure out how crawl whilst also carrying the briefcase.

“Ugh,” Jen groaned and stood quickly, eliciting a surprised yelp from under the desk. 

She stomped over to me, picked up the briefcase, and raised the handle to my lips. 

“Open.”

I must have blushed purple as I obeyed and let Jen put the handle of the briefcase into my mouth.

“Close.”

I took the weight of the case between my teeth, the chain hanging down to the cuff around my wrist. 

Jen turned on her heel and deposited herself back in her chair. 

“And who told you to stop?” she barked under her desk. 

“Sorry, Madam,” Penny muffled.

I crawled forward, sweating, and panting. 

I made it to the door and looked over to Jen who had spread her legs to rest her heels on the edge of her desk. 

She sighed happily and placed her hands behind her head. 

I looked to the heavy door in front of me, unsure of what to do. 

I looked back to Jen, who was preoccupied by whatever Penny was doing between her legs. 

I turned back to the door and with my unattached hand, knocked. 

The door opened quickly and I came face to knee with Astrid’s stockinged legs. 

I craned my neck to see she was wearing a navy blue skirt suit, white blouse and blue pussy bow. 

She was also wearing glasses, something I’d never seen her do, her hair fiercely pulled back into a bun. 

“Get in here,” she snapped and on instinct I crawled forward. 

Astrid stopped me with one hand on my head and leaned out of the door to call out to Jen, 

“Thank you Ms Avery, that will be all.”

“Very good Ms Falk, ma’am,” Jen replied, grabbing Penny by the hair and lifting her face up, “If you don’t mind, I’ll stay on a little longer, ma’am, I have some filing to do.”

“Yes indeed Ms Avery,” Astrid concurred as she released me and motioned inside. 

I crawled into the office, coming to a stop in the middle of the room. To my left as I entered sat a large oak desk with a plush looking office chair rolled under it, and behind that an imposing bookcase full of hardbacks. Two arm chairs sat by the window with a small round table in between. The window itself featured a roll-down blind, which was thankfully lowered to obscure us from the outside world.

“What time do you call this?” Astrid asked as she closed the door and walked around to face me again to gently take the briefcase out my mouth. 

Her tone was stern but not harsh. The bite was out of it. But I could tell she was expecting a response, in character. 

“I’m sorry, Miss, I got the time wrong?” I tried, looking up at her standing with her arms firmly on her hips. 

The combination of kneeling on all fours in front of Astrid in the unfamiliar office got the better of me and I tried very hard not to pant. 

Sweat rolled down the back of my neck and my arms trembled as they held my weight still. 

“Yes you did,” she gripped my chin and lifted me so I knelt upright. 

She leaned her face down to mine. 

“I’m going to make you pay for that,” she whispered in my ear, “And… I’m going to have my way with you.” 

I swallowed hard. 

Astrid straightened up, still gripping my chin. 

“What do you think of that?”

I swallowed again, almost gasping. 

“Um… that sounds… firm but fair, Miss,” I offered, a thrill running through me. 

Astrid stifled a laugh but immediately returned to form.

“I’m glad you agree. Because, if you’re going to carry on as my personal assistant, you are going to have to work much _harder_ to earn my favour,” Astrid dropped my chin, “Present the case.”

“Uh… yes, Miss,” I lifted the briefcase as high as I could, which proved tricky with the angle of the weight. 

Astrid gripped my wrist, unlocked the cuff, and took the case from me to lay it reverently on the table by the window. 

She scrolled the small wheels and opened the latches with an audible click. 

Astrid turned back to me, pointedly not opening the unlocked case.

“Remove your jacket.”

“Yes, Miss,” I shrugged off the jacket quickly, and looked around in vain for somewhere to put it. 

Astrid stepped behind me but offered no instruction. 

I elected to fold the jacket as best I could and laid it on the ground next to me.

“Lift your hands above you.” 

“Yes, Miss,” I did as I was told. 

Astrid retrieved something from the desk and proceeded to wrap a leather cuff around each of my raised wrists.

“You see, we have a corporate structure,” she yanked one cuff tight, making me gasp.

“And you’re at the bottom and expected to work your way up,” she yanked the other taught, “We expect initiative, drive, and dedication, especially to your superiors.”

Everything she said was punctuated with a wrench on my bonds. In this stretched position, my arms ached, and my shirt collar bit into my neck. 

It was driving me wild. 

I wanted to grind my legs together. I wanted to grind against Astrid.

“What you need to understand, underling,” she said more softly as she trailed her hands down my shoulders, “is that unlike other businesses we don’t pretend to think of our employees as family. No, we overtly think of them as subordinates to dominate and use to our own ends.”

“Y…yes Miss,” I managed to stammer as my thighs trembled. 

Astrid bent down behind me and slipped her hands across my chest into my jacket to fondle my breasts. 

“At least, you managed to dress properly,” she whispered as she gripped my tits hard.

“Very nice,” she pinched my nipples, “I like a crisp shirt, a _tight_ tie, a well turned out… employee.”

I clasped my hands together above me, my arms shivering. 

“Stand up,” she withdrew her hands sharply. 

“Yes, Miss,” I wobbled, panting unreservedly.

Astrid came round me, gripped me by the tie, and led me to the desk, which I could see was furnished with two loose straps lying across it. 

Astrid manoeuvred me so my back was to the desktop and stepped close so I could feel her breath on my neck. Without looking, she deftly clipped each of my wrists to one of the straps so I was secured, leaning against its edge. 

Astrid stepped back to regard me and started to unknot my tie. 

“This colour suits you,” she mused as she stroked the fabric with her thumb, “I will have to get you another, because I plan to ruin this one.” 

I didn’t understand what she meant as she twisted it into a cord in her hands and raised it against my lips. 

I opened my mouth and she pushed it gently between my teeth before wrapping it around my neck and tying it off. 

Drool started to form around the gag almost immediately and my nose started to run as I breathed hard against the material.

Astrid paused to survey her work before she stepped to where the briefcase lay. 

She opened the lid, arranged something within, and turned to stand next to it facing me. 

In the centre of the open briefcase stood a proud pink dildo surrounded by a series of black leather straps. 

Astrid

Kitty’s eyes grew wide as I let her see the contents of the case. 

I was shitting it. 

I knew what I wanted to do with her. 

Something I hadn’t done in a very long time. 

Something I hadn’t really dared to. 

But with Kitty, I felt like maybe I could. 

I picked up the dildo and harness before I lost my nerve and closed the distance between us. 

I wanted to say something dirty or at least witty as I came up to Kitty, but my mouth was dry and my mind was blank. 

So, I just stuck with my plan, trying not to shake as I placed the dildo and harness on the desk and proceeded to unbuckle Kitty’s belt. 

I watched her wild eyes shift as I worked her button and fly.

“If you need me to stop, just knock on the desk three times,” I whispered in her ear. 

Kitty nodded as I drew down her trousers and underwear. 

Kitty murmured against her gag. 

I took one more look at her sweating, wanton, face before I picked up the harness and started to buckle it into place around her backside and crotch. 

I reached over her to pick up the dildo and pushed it through the ring at the front of her harness. 

Awkward as the whole exercise was, I managed it with less wriggling than I feared and I stepped back to see her look of surprise.

I wanted to say something again, but didn’t trust myself. 

Was I really up for this? 

I wanted it in a way I had been shocked by. 

I wanted Kitty inside me. 

But it made me scared. 

Vulnerable again. 

I looked at her bound, gagged, and erect and felt a modicum of control. 

“Your Mistress has needs,” I found myself saying by way of explanation to Kitty. And perhaps to myself as well. 

I looked deeply into her eyes. She met my gaze without reservation.

I slowly peeled off my jacket. 

She watched me intently, her breath heavy, the drool mixing with the sweat on her chin. 

I slipped my tie loose and unbuttoned my blouse with deliberate pace, in part to tease Kitty but also to steady myself. 

Kitty’s shoulders lurched, as she shuffled her hips. 

Emboldened, I exposed my corset, a plainer affair than my usual buckle-fronted one. 

Kitty’s eyes darted back and forth and I would have laughed if I wasn’t feeling so hot and bothered myself. 

I turned my back to her, trying to regain a measure of myself. 

I unbuttoned the top of my skirt, unzipped, and shimmied out of it. 

Turning back to Kitty, I saw her eyes dart up from my backside to my face and her cheeks flushed in the same way they had done that first night we met at my bar.

Her shyness made it easier to step forward, lift one of my heels up and place it against the inside of her thigh. 

I held her gaze as best I could as I fumbled to unclip one of my garters. 

Feeling the stocking top come loose, I changed feet. 

“I don’t plan to soil these on you,” I croaked to get back into character.

I withdrew and unrolled the stockings, unclipped the belt, and took off my shoes. 

Kitty’s hands clenched and unclenched as her hips rocked from side to side. 

Her obvious desire almost scared me, but I held my nerve as I unhooked my corset and dropped it next to me, standing just in my panties before her. 

Kitty’s eyes darted and her cock was swayed as she squirmed. 

I took a deep breath and pulled down my panties and stepped out of them. 

I noticed how wet they were. 

Fuck, the lube!

I skipped over to the briefcase and retrieved the bottle, hoping I hadn’t come off completely clueless. 

Kitty rather was fixated on the bottle in my hands, which was enough to stoke a fire in my stomach, so I slowly squeezed out a generous helping into my hand and slathered my cunt. 

I leaned close to Kitty and squeezed even more onto her cock.

Kitty groaned and tried to grind her hips as I rubbed the length of it up and down. 

“Settle down, Miss Kitty,” I warned, “First time with the strap and you already think you’re in the driver seat.”

Kitty’s expression shifted from lust, to shame, and back to lust in a flash. 

It’s now or never

I sucked in my breath and positioned myself either side of Kitty’s cock. 

I looked into her eyes, fearing I might cry. 

Kitty looked back at me with such bliss and desire, open and trusting. 

I lay my hands softly on either side of her head and kissed her deeply. 

As I withdrew from her lips, I slid up and down the length of her cock slowly, letting my clit glide and stiffen.

Rubbing faster, I let her tip slip ever so briefly in and out. 

I looked up again into Kitty’s eyes, feeling myself imploring, aching, and yearning. 

Kitty’s eyes were half closed, her head tipped back, entirely mine. 

I gasped as I drew her into me, tightening my thighs to keep from bucking forward. 

I paused, completely still, steadying myself. 

Kitty didn’t move either. 

We stayed like that, silent, our heavy breaths intermingling. 

I relaxed slowly and carefully leaned back to realise I had been gripping Kitty’s hips hard, holding her back. 

I looked into Kitty’s eyes again, which had opened. 

They were soft.

Generous. 

I let go of her hips, held her gaze and wrapped my arms around the back of her neck. 

“Yes,” I whispered as I drew closer still and Kitty thrust forward carefully, penetrating me deeper. 

Kitty moaned against her gag as I rode faster. My yearning mixed with the lingering tightness of pain. 

I thrust harder regardless. 

I dug my nails into Kitty’s back as the tension built excruciatingly until I let out a bloodcurdling scream. 

I shuddered, my thighs clamped hard around her hips.

Kitty spluttered into her gag, and her orgasm raged against mine and ran through the length of her. 

****

I was spent when I leaned against Kitty and the desk, clawing for air. 

Kitty lay sprawled before me, panting, her eyes shut. 

For a moment, I felt quite naked. 

Coming like that in front of her. 

Being nude. 

It was raw. 

As much as I planned out the scene carefully, when it came time to actually fuck her, I lost all sense of myself. 

In my scenario, I kept on the suit, pounded against Kitty over the desk and kept character. 

Instead, I just followed instinct. 

Kitty stirred and I withdrew which made her stir even more. 

“Shh…” I hushed, “I’ll get a blanket.”

I slid off with a plop and the weight of her sodden cock hung in front of her. 

I moved around the desk and fished out the blanket I had put there with the rest of my duffel bag of goodies. 

I bundled her up, released her wrists, and lifted her to walk gingerly over to the chairs by the window. 

Sitting in one, I pulled her into my lap. 

We lay like that for some time. 

It was bliss. 

But there was something niggling at the back of my mind. 

It was like an annoying itch and hard to grasp exactly. 

I was off-kilter. 

I had let go. 

I released something I had been holding onto for a long time. 

I held Kitty tighter and she moaned quietly. 

I stroked her arm and closed my eyes as I rested my head on top of hers. 

It took us a while to tidy up. 

We had managed to make quite a mess. 

I felt bad I hadn’t thought to suggest Kitty bring a change of clothes, and worse still that I hadn’t thought to bring my own.

Kitty laughed when she put her wrinkled suit back on and lifted the mangled tie to ask if she should try to get it back on too. 

I gave her permission to skip it, which elicited a broad grin from my girl. 

We walked out into the waiting room which had turned quiet and dark, the sun having set. 

Jen had left a note on the desk, a single sheet of paper with a lipstick kiss at the bottom and written in red ink, “I hope you had a good time Ms Falk Ma’am and associate.”

I showed it to Kitty, which made her blush. 

“She really was very impressive as your secretary, Miss.”

“I will have to tell her at her annual review,” I tittered with a tired smile, folding the note and putting it in my pocket. 

Kitty laughed as she took my arm. 

“What is this place anyway, Miss?” 

“It’s an office one of Jen’s therapist friends rents,” I explained as we made our way to the stairs, “Jen uses it sometimes for clients, and well, she made the arrangements for me.”

Kitty looked at me, seemingly impressed but then concerned, ”Does that mean tomorrow, a therapist will sit by that desk… and in those chairs where…”

I nodded. 

Kitty muffled a laugh as we stepped to the ground floor.

“Why do you think I had you tidy up so carefully?” I asked.

We spent the night cuddling and caressing. 

Every now and again my mind would wander into darker, more insecure, places. 

But I consciously chose to step back. 

I had made a decision. 

At that moment, to be completely open. 

I had told Kitty I loved her, sure. 

But that day I had been bare in another way. 

And as much as it all terrified me, I wanted it. 

I wanted her. 

And I had her. My girl. 

We kissed deeply when it came time for Kitty to go home. 

The ache of her leaving had become unbearable. 

I didn’t want her to go. 

But I also didn’t want to be ’that Domme.’ 

I told her to behave and not work too hard instead. 

She was off the hook from her time-keeping indiscretion and didn’t need to ring or text me every evening. 

She said she might keep doing it anyway, which made me feel warm and a little safer. 

“So, I’ll see you Thursday, Miss?” she asked when she was nearly out the door. 

“Yes, of course,” I remembered her faculty dinner, “Umm… are you still sure you want to go with a dress?”

A cloud passed over her expression and I regretted having brought it up. 

“Uh… yes, Miss,” she shifted from one foot to the other, “I think… well, I think it’s probably for the best.”

“Okay,” I forced a smile, “Then come early and I’ll help you get ready.”

Kitty pulled what looked like an equally rigid smile. 

“Okay, Miss.”

“Alright,” I tried to conclude, “Then… um… I’ll see you then.”

“Yes… yes of course, Miss,” she kissed me again, this time less intense and more guarded. 

We separated and I watched Kitty disappear into the evening. 

I spent the weekend seeing Jen and then the family for Sunday lunch. 

Caroline asked after Kitty which made Jen smirk up a treat. 

“Honestly, mother, we just had a little fun with the darling Kitty,” Jen assured and then made me giggle by adding, “Just a little… office work.”

“Hmmm,” Caroline murmured disapprovingly, “You play nicely with that one. She’s still new and 

has a couple things to work through to boot.”

I wanted to ask Caroline what she meant by that, but Jen had already launched into profuse promises not to be a mean old bully and then started to tell a story about how one time she had role-played as a very mean old bully with some darling girl for an entire weekend. 

The rest of the week was calm enough. 

Work was dull but fine, especially now that I had Ruby back. 

Lee pestered me for details of how the date had gone. 

I managed to get by with generalities. 

The memory of it made me smile as I was out on calls. 

The evenings were harder though. 

Kitty kept to her word and contacted me every night, which made me happy, but I still missed her in my bed. 

I started to wonder if it was a terrible idea to ask if she would like to spend more time staying over. 

The thought of it made me warm, but the possibility of her rejecting the idea made me frigid cold. 

I resolved not to broach it just yet. 

But perhaps there would come a time, I could imagine us living together. I could imagine that very well. 

Thursday came finally, and so did Kitty early in the afternoon. I’d taken a morning shift so I could be home in time to help her when she showed up at my door all jitters.  

“Would a quick trip over my knee help with the nerves, darling?” I asked as she made us tea. 

“Um… ah,” she laughed shyly, “I’m not sure if that would make me more nervous to be shifting in my seat all dinner, Miss.”

“Fair enough,” I took a mug from her, “Perhaps when we get home then.”

“Yes, Miss,” Kitty smiled more earnestly. 

We retired to the bedroom which I made up into a hair and make-up studio for the evening. 

“Okay, well here we are,” I said, wondering immediately why I had. 

“Yes, Miss,” Kitty stood, not sure what to do with herself, her garment bag hanging over her forearm.

“It’s going to be alright,” I reassured her and stepped close to stroke her upper arms, “Come, 

show me what you brought.”

“Yes, Miss,” she sighed, “Um, I went to Angel and got something I thought would be alright.”

Kitty initially suggested bringing the black dress she already had, but the morning of the dinner she texted me she was going shopping for something else. It had occurred to her that dress kind of reminded her of ‘Lips now. 

No bad thing, I supposed. 

I had offered to go with her after my shift, but she insisted we needed that time to get ready and she would be alright on her own. 

Despite everything, I was curious what she had picked out. 

“I didn’t try so many things on,” she explained as she laid the bag on the bed and unzipped it, 

“but this one seemed alright, Miss.”

She drew forth a dress to hold it up at arm’s length, in a way she might have an angry rattlesnake. 

It was a shift as far as I could tell, with some flattering white lines sewn down from the deep V neck-line and at the waist down the skirt. 

It looked quite expensive but also rather reminded me of the kind of pinafore I used to have to wear to school. 

I shuddered at the memory. 

“Very nice,” I recovered, “I can see it will suit you.”

Kitty looked unconvinced. 

“You will look fine,” I promised, “and when we get home, I’ll strip you and fuck you til you cry in ecstasy.”

I decided I was going to have to lighten the mood and build up her confidence, as silly as I thought the exercise of dressing her up this way was. 

She looked like she was going to her execution. 

Fuck those old farts for making her think she had to do this. 

I understood, I supposed. 

The need to pass in some places. 

She was bringing me after all. 

Perhaps looking girly was a way to deflect some of the shit that might come from showing up with me on her arm. 

“Well, if you won’t let me spank you, then you’d better sit that unmolested arse of yours down by the vanity and I can go to work,” I suggested cheekily. 

“Yes, Miss,” Kitty smiled, a little more at ease. 

I spent the next hour applying, joking, and teasing. 

I wanted to keep things pretty simple, but Kitty had asked for an ’evening’ look. 

Finished, I stepped back to take her measure in the mirror from behind. 

I had to admit, she really wore it exceptionally well. 

The blush showed off her stunning cheek bones and the dark eye shadow accentuated the luscious depth of her brown eyes. 

But fuck if it didn’t feel really odd seeing her that way and Kitty was clearly uncomfortable. 

“Get your kit off then,” I tapped her arm playfully. 

“Yes, Miss,” she proceeded to undress. 

As she did, I pulled out a pair of stockings and a garter belt. 

Kitty looked at me stunned. 

“I’m sorry, darling. But you do need something on your legs,” I empathised, “and I’m all out of tights.”

“I think I can skip it, Miss,” she pleaded. 

I closed the distance between us and stood in front of her. 

“You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want,” I said gently, “but I think you’ll be really cold.”

She looked at me and then down at the lingerie. 

I had picked out my most basic belt, a black band effectively with four garters hanging from it. No frills or lace. 

“Okay,” she gave in. 

“I’ll rip them off you the second we get back,” I promised, trying to reassure her instead of suggesting she just put on her trousers again. 

Once dressed and in her heels, she stood looking she might topple any moment. 

But god, was she stunning too. 

As shapeless as the dress had seemed, it hugged her subtle curves perfectly until it ended an inch above her knees. The heels elongated her legs and showed off their shape. 

If she hadn’t slouched and looked quite so awkward, she would have been statuesque. 

“You look… great,” I offered weakly. 

“You think, Miss?” she asked just as weakly. 

“I do,” I tried to say with more confidence. 

“Thank you, Miss,” she curtseyed. 

“Shall I do your hair?” I asked. 

“Yes, please, Miss,” she answered, and then seemed embarrassed as she asked, “Do you think you could help me brush it over so it’s a bit more… even?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant at first until she motioned flipping the part of her hair that was long over onto the shaved side of her head. 

“Oh,” I felt oddly offended for a moment before shaking it off. 

This is for Kitty, I reminded myself, This is what she needs.

“Yes, of course, darling,” I had her sit. 

I managed to pull enough over and sweep it to the side to make it look asymmetric and puffed up where her hair usually hung. 

By the time I was done, you wouldn’t have known any of her hair was shaved. 

Even if I did say so myself, it looked great, and just added to the femme vision facing the mirror. 

“It looks really good, Miss,” Kitty acknowledged when I finished spraying the last of it. 

“I’m glad you think so.” 

I was deeply conflicted. And it sat hard in my chest.

But I really wanted to build Kitty up. 

She didn’t need me fussing about this when she was already stressed. 

“Alright, up you get and make us some tea while I get ready,” I ordered cheerfully. 

“Yes, Miss,” Kitty smiled, stood, and curtseyed again. 

I decided on a matching outfit for the evening, a black pencil skirt and black shiny blouse, unbuttoned at the collar for once. I complimented it with shiny costume jewellery earrings and a necklace. 

I was pinning my hair when Kitty placed a mug on the vanity and sat on the bed while I finished. 

I watched her fidget in the reflection as I teased my hair. 

I was about to say something when she stood and absent-mindedly picked up my collar for her 

from the bedside table and buckled it around her neck. 

I watched her sit down again and relax slightly. 

“Um…” I tried to think of the right thing to say, “I love the look darling, and you know I have no problem at all going out with you in my collar, but you said you wanted to be discreet?” 

She looked at me, uncomprehending. 

“Oh, fuck, yes of course, Miss,” she shook her head as if only just noticing she had it on, and reached up behind her neck. 

“Leave it on for now,” I ordered gently.

She dropped her hands to her side and looked shy. 

“You can take it off just before we leave,” I suggested, “And when you do, I have something else you can wear instead.” 

“Yes, Miss,” she answered softly. 

I started to worry the evening really might be a bit rough after all.