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E007: Emma’s morning
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E007: Emma’s morning She had fixed her dinner and eaten, in the nude as instructed. She had been a little worried that someone might see in the window, but then after a little while, it felt so freeing to walk around naked that she just did not care. Why had she never done this before? Because she never knew Professor Ryan before, and all that he was offering her. Well, she hoped he was offering her. He hadn’t really said so in so many words. But his making her get the phone, and all of his instructions, she just hoped he was interested in her, no matter how it was. She was more alive these past few days than she ever felt before. Around seven pm her phone beeped. She did keep it close at hand all the time now. She saw his message with the address of the salon where she was to go tomorrow. Her appointment was at ten am. She had a meeting at eleven, but she sent a message saying she would not be in attendance. Then seeing it was getting close to her appointed bedtime, she went to her room, leaving her phone close at hand on the charger and climbed into bed. Just at eight pm, the phone rang. She reached over and turned it on in speaker. “Emma are you in bed like you were told to?” “Yes sir, all tucked in for the night.” “Hands above the covers, no touching.” “Yes, Sir.” “Good night,” and he was gone. Emma did so want to touch, scratch the itches that Donald got started in her again this afternoon. Instead, she kept her hands outside the cover as she was told. At her side, so as not to be tempted to try to rub through her comforter at herself. But soon she found her stretching her arms and legs out, remember her time on his bed and moaned herself to sleep in sweet agony. The next morning, she was up by eight am. She has been sleeping a lot lately, but she felt so good for it. After all the years of hardly enough sleep caring for her parents, this leisure was now so enjoyable. She got up and went downstairs, still naked. As yet, Donald had not told her she could dress again. How easily she fell into anticipating and understanding his rules for her. She fixed and ate a simple breakfast. She heard her doorbell ring and was startled. Peeking out she saw it was just the UPS man delivering something and was gone. She wrapped an afghan from the couch around her and opened the door to see a large package waiting for her. She had not ordered anything, what could this be? Quickly closing the door, she carried it to the couch allowing the afghan to drop from her. Should she open it? Somehow, she knew that this was from Donald, and she must wait until he told her too. Which wasn’t that long. He had got the message that the package was delivered, and he messages her. “Open your package Emma, this is what you are to wear to your appointment soon.” She knew to reply immediately that she would, and then rushed to see what it was. Inside the box were other boxes and bags. She opened the first box which had black, very high heel shoes, something she has never worn. Would she be able to? And they were the correct size for her. Then a bag which was a very low cut, deep cleavage bra, in black too. “Oh my, could I really wear that?” Emma thought. Well, she had gone braless the other day. Next was black lace underwear, high thigh and low waisted, hardly anything to them. And finally, a rather short, low cut black dress. Everything was the correct size. How did the Professor know? Though she was unsure about how she felt about this wardrobe, she knew she must wear it. She quickly sent a text thanking Donald for his gifts. She knew without him telling her that was what was expected. He replied to take them all to her room to dress, and when ready to, video chat him so he could watch her dress. The phone on the charger on her nightstand, facing her, she pressed the button and stood back so Donald could see her standing there nude. She saw him smile at her, all she ever saw of him was his face. “Put on the high heels first and let me see how you walk in them.” Emma did as told and walked away from the phone then back to it a few times. At first, she was rather shaky on them, but a few turns around her room for him and Emma was walking properly in them. Something about the shoes made her hips swing more than she ever had before. She could hear Donald sigh a little at the performance, and she had to try to hide her grin of gratitude. Then he told her to put on the panties, slowly. So, she stepped into them and pulled them up over her calves, knees, and thighs, and stopping for a moment before she pulled them over her pussy. Again, she heard a quiet sigh and felt rewarded that she had performed as told. The panties were so low cut, a little of her mons hair showed at the top. Then the bra was to go on, and she took her time adjusting herself in it to add to Donald’s pleasure. Finally, he told her to bring the dress down over her head, slowly again, and straighten it. She did as told, and the show Donald watched right now, and taped to pleasure him in times to come, as he sat at the computer station had him hard as a rock. The Professor had to clear his throat a couple of times before he could speak again. Controlling himself, he told Emma she better get going if she was to make it to her appointment in time and hung up on her. |
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God. I'm as hard as Donald right now. Love how low-cut Emma's panties were. Love that Donald is taping it and masturbating to the tapes.
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