Seven Days of Service - Day 01

We'll see, I thought.

My team is sharp, really sharp. We'd been through the proposal wars many times and had come out on top more times than not. This time was no different, although we came uncomfortably close to the deadline. Fortunately Robert stopped by our offices to pick up our proposal so he could hand-carry the finished product to his executive committee. We all waited with some level of confidence, but the ultimate decision depended on whether our expenses came close to what their budget was targeted at. I swore the group to secrecy until the decision came out, and gave them the rest of the day—and weekend—off.

Week four crept up on us, and still no word from Robert and his executive committee. Cathy took this opportunity of the closing contest deadline to increase her taunts regarding my week of enslavement to her and her whims, but I ignored them as much as I could. Her descriptions of my humiliation began to get more and more exotic, and she confidently spread her plans to turn me into her little "house boy" for a week, subject to her beck and call, to anyone who would listen in the division. So much so, I discovered that the division personnel were becoming weary of her bragging.

On Thursday of the last week of the contest, I returned to the Harbor Bar for a bit of moral support, and to see if Robert had passed any hints on to Hattie about the progress of the proposal that he hadn't passed on to me.

"Nothing yet," she said. As I sipped thoughtfully on my Guinness, I began to feel a bit of regret for not having stopped by my old haunts earlier, that I hadn't gotten a head start on the marketing efforts on old accounts from days gone by. It was getting a little late, and as I tossed the last of my several Guinness' down and turned to leave, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Turning around, I expected to see Hattie behind me, but instead I saw an absolutely beaming Robert! As I stood there in surprise, he passed a large manila envelope down the bar to me. He said, "If you can cut the cost by $50,000, the board says you've got a deal." The bid was for $1.3 million, so the $50K was trivial. I quickly found the signature line and exercised the authority given me by my company and sealed the deal. Robert and I got absolutely toasted that night, and by the time we left the bar, we were already talking about the next project that he had in mind.

Arriving at the office next morning, I immediately went to Wade's office and presented him with the signed contract. After quickly glancing at the bottom line, he looked back up at me in surprise. "Only $50K off the bid?" he asked. "I was expecting them to trim out a whole lot more." Then, as though he'd just thought of something, he grinned at me and said, "Given any thought to what you're gonna do with your prize, unless she can come up with something between now and the end of the day?" "She" of course, meant Cathy. I had no idea how much her contract was worth, so I asked him point-blank. "I think you've got it in the bag, Scott. As a matter of fact, your project is going to need all of her idle consulting staff as well as your own, so she may well end up working for you for the duration of the project."

As he sat there looking at me, I realized that he was still expecting a reply to his question before this. "I really hadn't given it a whole lot of thought until yesterday," I told him. "But I do remember all of her colorful descriptions of what she was going to put me through when she won, so I think I'll sort through those and pick some that would seem appropriate."

Chuckling, Wade cautioned me to keep things legal as he didn't want the company exposed to any kind of lawsuits. Assuring him that whatever I had in mind would not involve any company risk, I took my leave to give my crew the good news regarding our new project.

The announcement took place at the end of the workday, with a very subdued, unhappy looking Cathy, and her beaten staff joining ours. Her staff perked up however, with the news that most of them would be engaged on the completion of my project. She, however, took that news as yet another sign that she had failed to come through on her promise to bring me to bay. Once the congratulations and handshakes had gone their course, I called Cathy over to a corner of the room and told her, "Cathy, I need you in my office at 10:00 a.m. on Monday morning and please come alone," and walked away, not waiting for a reply.

Stopping at our executive secretary's desk on the way back to my office, I told Sybil that I needed her in my office just before 10:00 a.m. on Monday morning and returned to my office to put my plan together. I wasn't sure that it'd work, but I wanted to make sure that one of two things happened; either Cathy submitted to my demands, or she would "lose face" for reneging on the contest agreement. My bet was on her not wanting to lose face. After all, I knew just how prideful she could be.

Just a few minutes before 10:00 a.m. on Monday, I began to have doubts about my ability to pull this off, but I realized that I had already committed, no matter the outcome. Soon I heard a knock on my office door, and Sybil entered my office. I quickly explained to her that I needed a witness to ensure that Cathy was prepared to conform to the details of the contest requirements. No matter what she saw in this office, I told her, I needed her complete confidentiality to keep it to herself. The only thing I wanted her to disclose if asked was whether Cathy was complying to the conditions of the contest deal or not. She told me that she understood.

At 10:00 a.m., Cathy walked into my office without knocking, telling me in her own way that she was still in charge of herself to some extent. Since I didn't want her to get too comfortable with that thought, I immediately told her to go back and lock my office door. Frowning at me, she glanced over at Sybil, and then did as I'd asked. Returning to the center of my office floor, she stopped, placed her hands on her hips, and stared at me, waiting for me to continue.

Looking over at Sybil, I noted that she had a puzzled look on her face, wondering just what I was up to. Not wanting the moment to pass, I immediately looked Cathy straight in the eye and told her that now that I was in charge, I wanted her to remove her clothing.

I watched as her eyes got big, and just as she was about to object, I reminded her of the details of the contest. The only stipulation was that the winner couldn't do anything that might be illegal. I turned to Sybil and asked her, "Is nudity in the office illegal?"

She wrinkled her brow for a few moments, then replied, "I don't think that the 'powers that be' ever took that possibility into account, so no rules or regulations were written to cover that." Glancing back at Cathy, I told her that the choice was hers; either comply with my instructions, or Sybil would be more than happy to report back to the staff that she'd refused to comply to the conditions of the deal.

I watched a number of different emotions flash across Cathy's face for what seemed like an awfully long time, but my initial assessment of her response finally became evident. Glancing over at Sybil once more, Cathy shrugged, and began removing her clothing. First she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it off her shoulders and draped it across the chair in front of her. I kept my face as expressionless as I could, but the sight of her lightly tanned torso and barely covered breasts began to have an effect on me. Finishing that, she popped the snap on the side of her skirt and unzipped it, allowing it to drop to the floor around her ankles.

Now I was faced with the sight of her long, smooth tanned legs, rising softly into her junction of pleasure, hidden only by a thin strip of translucent cloth. Clearly, she was wearing only a thong to cover her treasure. She had stopped, watching me, searching my face for a response. Seeing none—I was too entranced to react at the moment—she slowly continued removing what she had left, first her bra, then her thong. She had grit, I'll give her that. She'd performed her duty as I'd have done, with head held high, no complaints. There was only one problem and it became evident all too soon.

My eyes were glued to the expanse of her beautiful breasts, now bared before me. Firm, smooth, white and perfectly symmetrical, areoles tightly wrinkled, and nipples that looked like they could scratch diamonds. Dropping my gaze lower, across her navel and down to her pussy, now protected only by a thin strip of delicately trimmed pubic hair, I found I had been holding my breath way too long. Exhaling a bit louder than I wanted, I saw that I'd drawn her attention to my own awkward condition. My cock had taken advantage of my distraction, and had grown to create a considerable bulge in my pants, a condition that had not gone unnoticed by my reluctant guest. But my next step took the smirk off her face, at least for now.

I returned to my desk and took out a package that I'd picked up over the weekend, just for this event. Unwrapping it, I picked up the item that it contained and brought it to her face to see. Watching the confusion on her face, I explained to her that although I was pretty damn conservative, I knew enough about alternative lifestyles to know that a collar, especially the one that I was holding, represented possession. I further explained to her that she'd have to wear this collar for the duration of this deal, while in our offices, and in my presence in the evenings. It was about an inch or so wide, covered in black velvet, but connected by a chrome-plated ring, large enough to be noticed by anyone within sight of her.

She quickly glanced over at Sybil, a question on her face. Sybil it seemed, was getting into my little plan, and had leaned her hip against my desk, arms crossed under her breasts, with a smile playing around her lips. Seeing no support from Sybil, Cathy reached out, took the collar from my hands, and placed it around her neck, turning so that I could connect it at the back of her neck. Once that had been accomplished, I turned to Sybil and thanked her for being there, but indicated that she could leave my office now. Almost reluctantly, she complied.

Now I had Cathy standing before me, naked except for her high heels and the collar snapped securely around her throat. She was covering her breasts with one arm, the other concealing her pussy, but she was still defiant, lips pressed tightly together, and looking at me through narrowed eyes.

Regaining my composure, I said, "Drop your arms, Cathy, you belong to me now." I waited, but she just stood there watching me, challenging me. "Unless you want me to bring Sybil back in here as a witness, Cathy, do as I say." Finally she dropped her arms, allowing me to look upon her without obstruction. I slowly walked around her, examining her body more carefully now. She was a wonder all right, perfectly contoured hips sheltering a finely tended cunt, and an equally wondrous ass. I could lose myself in her, I thought, if I could just temper her competitive contempt for her peers. My cock, all this time had a mind of its own, pressing out against the front of my pants as an independent indicator of her effect on me.

Finally I returned to face her. Looking me in the face, she deliberately dropped her gaze to the front of my pants, which was betraying the true level of interest I was showing in her even as I tried to show disinterest. Finally she said, "Well, do I just stand here naked all day, or do you have something else in mind?"

Snapping back to the situation at hand, I told her that she could put her clothes back on, but that her bra and thong belonged to me. I also told her that the collar stayed on, as I'd instructed. As she was putting her blouse and skirt back on, I instructed her to come to my house that evening around 6:00 p.m., prepared to cook me a dinner. She looked at me in surprise, and said, "How do you know I can cook?"

"If you can't, you are going to be very hungry before the night is out." Once she'd left my office, I picked up her underwear, pleasantly surprised that her thong was damp with her vaginal juices. Inhaling deeply over the thong, I savored the scent of her, and decided then that this was going to be a very interesting week.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, although the staff had definitely taken notice of Cathy's change in appearance and attitude. She couldn't hide that fact that she now wore a collar with a large chrome ring attached, and that she was now bra-less. The cold office air and the rougher material of her blouse had combined to tease her nipples to rigid attention. Or was it something else? No matter I thought, the sexy result was the same. I only wished now that my hangover from last night would allow me to savor my initial success over Cathy a bit more.

The rest of the day was taken up with the details of getting my project managers in synch with the roles, rules and regulations that made up the body of the contract requirements. I was finally able to leave my office for home at about 5:15 p.m., which I figured would give me about 20 minutes to shower once I reached my front door, and greet my prize on her first day of servitude. In keeping with my order for a cooked dinner, I'd made sure that my larder and my freezer were well stocked for this event.

I'd barely managed to finish pulling my t-shirt on and buttoning up my shorts when the doorbell rang. Slipping on my sandals, I pulled myself together, put on a stern look and opened the door. Cathy had also changed clothes I noticed, now dressed in a rather unrevealing sweater and denim pedal-pushers, something that I hadn't seen in years. On her feet were a pair of very practical slip-on boat-deck sneakers, but most importantly, I could clearly see that she still wore the black velvet collar around her neck in plain view. As I was checking her out, I noticed that she was checking me out as well. Not that I minded, but this show was going to be for my benefit--any benefit she might receive from it would be incidental.

Motioning her to enter, I closed the door and locked it. At the sound of the lock being turned, Cathy quickly turned to face me, nervousness in her eyes. I had done that solely to add a bit of drama to our situation, and was pleased that it worked so well. Gesturing to her that she should follow me, I gave her a quick tour of my home, and we ended up in the kitchen. Pointing out the finer points of my kitchen equipment, and even providing her with access to several good cookbooks that I had on hand, I told her that she had carte blanche with any ingredients that she might find in larder, refrigerator and freezer. Her goal was to produce a meal for two, by 8 p.m., but I had one other condition that I thought she might object to.

Going to the kitchen closet, I pulled out an apron that, while protecting all of her precious assets, would certainly be revealing in many other ways while she cooked. Looking at me with a puzzled expression as I handed her the apron, I hurried to inform her that this was to be the only thing she was to wear while cooking, aside from her sneakers and her collar. I watched the expressions cross her face as she thought about this, and finally she said, "You've already seen me naked, why do I have to do this again?"

"It gives me pleasure, that's why." I replied. "That's all you have to know. I know that Sybil would be delighted to stop over and be an observer if you wish."

Shaking her head in defeat, she removed her sweater, dropping it on one of the kitchen chairs. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she hadn't replaced her bra, her charms spilling out in all their glory. I couldn't help but wonder what they felt like, imagining myself pinching the nipples between my fingers, and wondering what she'd sound like when I did. But, I was walking a pretty thin line here, between what would be considered legal and illegal. Whatever happened from here on out, I had to be very careful.

Cathy popped the button on her pedal-pushers, pulled the zipper down and dropped them to her ankles. Again, I was surprised to find out that she'd not replaced the thong that I'd taken possession of in my office. In answer to my puzzled expression, she said, "I don't have that many pairs of panties, so I wanted to make sure you didn't end up with them all." Quickly donning the apron, she covered herself as well as she could, and excused herself to begin cooking.

I stood watching her for a couple of minutes, her ass cheeks gently quivering as she moved about the kitchen. Initially I had simply planned on wearing her arrogance down to an acceptable level, but seeing her in the altogether, and obeying my commands, was beginning to awaken unfamiliar emotions in me. Of course she was still stubbornly conforming to the conditions of the "Deal," so it would come down to which one of us would break first. I could see the defiance on her face as she reluctantly stepped through the motions necessary to complete the tasks I gave her.

The dinner was quite good, given her unfamiliarity with my kitchen, and the distraction I faced as I watched her bare breasts moving about before me as she ate didn't detract from the fact that I was impressed. Insisting that she remain naked while she was with me did not seem to cause her the distress that I'd hoped, although I could see that it annoyed her. All I needed was one little crack in her façade, something that she refused to do that was within the bounds of the "Deal," and I'd have put a considerable dent in it, bringing her off her pedestal a bit. There was only one major flaw in my plan . . . Me.

It'd been nearly four years since my divorce, and my ex had ripped me a new one on her way out of my life. I'd given up quite a lot to get away from her, and my lack of a social life was proof of that. Masturbating to an occasional fuck-flick was about the only relief that I'd had during that time, as I wasn't in any mood for any more painful commitments. My body thought differently, as I was finding out. Watching this beautiful, naked female so close to me was putting me on a major "testosterone alert." My return to the Harbor Bar and old Hattie had brought back memories; both good and bad, erotic and painful.

Raising my eyes from her lovely tits, I saw that she was watching me carefully, probably trying to guess my next move. I knew that she was affected by all this, simply because her nipples had remained rigid during this entire period, testing my resolve to see this thing through. I needed to turn up the tension on her stress meter a bit more, I decided.

Dinner complete, I watched her clear off the table and take the dirty dishes back to the kitchen to clean. Funny how I'd never really noticed much sensuality when Cathy was dressed up in a business suit, but now that she was without clothing, her whole attitude seemed to have changed. There seemed to be a bit more sway in her hips, and the way she straightened her back whenever she faced me seemed designed to showcase her beautiful breasts. It seemed that her body was beginning to betray her assumed air of arrogance, as mine was beginning to betray my assumed air of indifference. My cock was becoming harder and harder—pun intended—to conceal.

I'd sat at the dinner table a little too long I discovered, for while I was running all this through my mind, she had finished up in the kitchen and was on her way back. I still had a hard-on that once discovered, might knock my whole scheme on its ear. I was determined that she not know the full extent of her effect on me, so I sent her back into the kitchen to retrieve a couple of beers, and told her to join me in the living room.

Retrieving the accessory to her collar that I'd purchased earlier, I plopped my ass on the couch, turned on the TV, changed the channel to a dull documentary, and pulled a couple of the decorative pillows onto my lap. Within a minute or so, Cathy walked in with a couple of brews, stopping just in front of me to deliver mine. I could see by the look on her face that she was still displaying an arrogant, defiant attitude, but I also noted that there were small droplets of moisture shining in her pubic hair, and the faint, musky scent of her arousal drifted into my nostrils, causing my painful erection to torment me even further.