The morning

I was woken by the sounds of my boyfriend in the shower. I looked down and saw that I was still in the lingerie he'd apparated onto my body. We'd stayed up talking until late in the night and I must have passed out in bed.

I took the opportunity to change into something more fresh while he was in the shower but to my surprise I couldn't slip my thumbs under the waistband of my panties to push them down. It felt as if I was clumsily missing each time. I focused a bit more of my attention and tried again, but the lacy waistband slipped through my fingers one more time. I tried pinching at it but couldn't seem to maintain a grip, at which point I realised it was more likely caused by whatever had made the underwear appear than my lack of dexterity (or both).

I looked at the closed door to the shower and wondered how long he would be. I picked up some sweatpants to wear over top for now, but even that was problematic. I kept putting my leg in the wrong hole, dropping it or otherwise getting tangled.

I flopped back on the bed and yelled, "BABE!"

"It's not funny." I looked down at the growing bulge under his towel. "I can't wear this forever."

He looked aroused. "You said you like being controlled..."

"I, well," I paused to shuffle my legs to distract me from the pang of arousal as I thought about it. He was right. "That's true, but I still have to live my life."

"So you don't want to be my full time sex ****?" He smirked as he reached for his phone, theatrically.

"Again, hot, but, no."

"Fine." He typed something, still smiling. "You can wear whatever you want now."

He looked too mischievous for me to trust him, so I verify his work by sliding the sweatpants up my legs. "Thank you," I said, courteously, before I continued my morning routine.

"Fucker." I said, under my breath.

The moment I stepped into the bank, I had felt a small gust and a little movement under my blouse and skirt. My underwear had disappeared and I had no doubt who had caused it. I felt slightly unnerved that he'd chosen to mess with me at work, but it was subtle at least. I thought for a moment about the power he held but stopped myself before I could get too excited. I crossed my arms over my chest and hurried to my desk.

I looked at my calendar, hoping the day would be busy enough to keep my mind from fantasising about how we're going to play with his phone next. This bank branch mostly took high-end clients. As a junior associate I mostly did paperwork, but I did get to sit in some of the meetings. I figured this would keep me focused.

While I waited for the first one, I decided to send him a text.

Me > "Bastard. Give them back. People can seee.. xx"

I didn't expect him to give them back, but I was interested to know what he'd reply.

Him > "You mean, give them back, SIR?"

I looked at the flashing cursor, deciding what to say. Before, I could, though, my hands dropped my phone and started heading for my chest. I watched in shock as they moved of their own volition. I could fight a bit to slow them down but despite my effort they made their way to my nipples and pinched softly. It felt wonderful. I gasped as they tightened under my fingers and looked around to see if anyone had noticed.

I looked down at my nipples, now pushing out against my shirt. It put me at the very limit of decency. I should be mad but my mind was still racing with the possibilities. I'm being controlled, made to do things against my will by someone I trust. It was beyond my wildest fantasies.

Him > "Your hands will keep them like that, by the way."

I wondered what he meant.