Driving to Brian

The moment Ali stepped outside her apartment and pulled the door shut behind her, she had the sudden realization that she had never removed her underwear. She had already dressed when Brian had given the order as punishment. In her haste to gather up her currency and get to him in time to get to her job on time, it had slipped her mind.

Last time she ignored the rules, a strange **** had "motivated" her. The memory of that painful experience lingered and she had no intention of repeating it so soon. But she was also in very serious danger of being late for work, something her new bosses hated.

With a groan, Ali hastily hiked up her pencil skirt enough to reach up and pull her panties down her thighs. As she stepped out of the soft white panties, she noticed one of her neighbors in the hallway, staring at her. It was a middle aged man she'd seen many times; she didn't know his name.

Her face burned with humiliation but she couldn't afford to stop. Standing up straight, she did her best to act as though nothing strange was happening and started walking hurriedly away from him. Even as she walked, she reached under her shirt behind herself to unhook her bra, preparing to take it off as well, muttering some very rude things about Brian's mother as she went.

She was required to maintain all rules and expectations from Brian even when she was alone. She could recall that much from the game the night before: "Be his dream submissive, devoid of imperfections. Maintain this role consistently, even in his absence: this is your new identity."

Well, the bastard's rules so far only stipulated that she address him politely. She could still talk about him however she wanted.

Your words and actions reflect his desires.

The words from the game or contract or whatever it was filled her mind as she slipped her arms out of her bra straps. Fortunately she'd worn a sleeveless blouse today. Ali knew that she'd be bound by Brian's desires for her as soon as she learned what they were, so she deliberately avoided pondering what the man would or wouldn't want. For all she knew, he enjoyed being compared to dog droppings.

She grinned to herself as she pulled the bra out from under her blouse as she arrived at her car. She knew this moment of tiny victory would be short lived, that he'd gradually pile rules and expectations on her. The bastard would probably take his time and enjoy it.

She tossed her bra and panties into the back seat and took a moment to evaluate herself. Sure enough, her traitorous nipples were all-too noticeable through the thin blouse. She'd probably get slapped with a dress code violation or some other comment from HR once people noticed. And underwear being out of the question meant she'd need an outer layer. Fortunately she kept a cardigan at her desk. She could do this.

But first things came first: Brian wanted her money, and she wanted to avoid another challenge strike. Pulling up his address on her navigation system, she grit her teeth and put the car into motion. She tried not to think about everything her friend had told her about Brian when they'd been engaged. Jessica had described him as an insatiable lover, but extraordinarily skilled. It was the main reason Jessica had stayed as long as she did.

Once, Ali had wondered just what it might be like to experience a man like that. Dominant to the point of cruelty, overwhelmingly masculine and willing to press his advantage to the detriment of the women around him.

But after Jessica's relationship blew up, Ali had sworn never to go near the man. For her friend's sake as much as her own. But now, **** to report to him against her will, some dark part of her was awakening. The part that had taken sick pleasure in the concept of the game the night before, that had driven her to add these damn challenges when she has thought it was just a fantasy.

She squeezed her thighs together needily before catching herself. With a shake of her head, she **** the budding fantasies from her mind and just drive.

But in her heart she knew it was already more than a fantasy. She'd figuratively placed a locked collar around her own throat, and Brian was more than happy to take the leash. Even with her mind blankly following the directions of her navigation system, Ali was distractedly aroused the entire drive.