Legally Binding, Ch.4

I watched as her expression rippled from blank incomprehension to shock, to a slowly dawning understanding and acceptance, and finally to a deep sense of release and then: pure happiness. Her eyes overflowed again, but for a different reason. She nodded vigorously, unable to speak, and threw her arms around me again as if she were accepting a marriage proposal.

“Is that what you want?” I said softly into her ear.

“Yes. Ohhhh…yes!” She kissed my cheek, my jaw, my neck, and held me even more tightly.

I waited until her first enthusiasm had been expressed, then gently disengaged myself. I gave her a long warm kiss, gently removed her tears with light strokes of my thumbs, then took her by the hand and led her over to the client chair, which I pushed back until it was nearly at the window, and stood her in front of it. I went back and fetched the desk lamp, which was by now the only source of light in the darkened office, and placed it on the floor next to the chair, adjusting it so that Nadine was softly lit from head to toe.

Then I sat down in the chair facing Nadine, who stood uncomfortably in the light, trying not to fidget. Not being able to see my face because of the way the light was placed must have added to her nervousness.

“All right, Nadine,” I began. “You know who and what you are now, right?”

She nodded and spoke in a near-whisper, “Yes. Yours.”

I nodded back, though she probably couldn’t see it. “Good. You’re no longer the scared little girl who tried to hide herself inside those ridiculous clothes.” I said it as a statement.

She looked down at her wrinkled suit as if surprised to find herself still wearing it, as if she had put it on days ago and somehow forgotten to change. She looked back up at me – or at least where I was sitting and said, “N-no…” She stopped as she noticed the tremor in her voice and began again, more firmly. “No. I’m not.” She clamped her mouth shut and stared in my direction as if daring me to contradict her, but then ran a nervous hand through her hair before catching herself.

“Good. Then you won’t be needing them. Take them off.”

Her thin façade of confidence crumbled almost immediately. “H-here?” Her eyes darted to the window behind me and to the lights of the square below. “But…”

“Nadine,” I interrupted. “I understand that this is new to you. But you belong to me now. So you’d better get used to doing what I tell you – when…I…tell you. Now, STRIP!”

The last word was spoken, not loudly, but in a harsher tone than I had ever used on Nadine before, and for a moment she cringed. Then she slowly straightened up and gave me a shaky nod of acquiescence before starting to unfasten the gold buttons on her jacket. One of them must have become loosened by getting dragged around on top of the desk, because it came off in her fingers and fell to the floor. Nadine followed it with her gaze as if she planned to go and pick it up.

“Eyes here, Nadine,” I said from my chair, and she returned her gaze to me. She finished unbuttoning her jacket and slid carefully out of it, one shoulder at a time, as if it were fragile and might tear. She held it dangling from her hand for a long moment, not knowing whether she was supposed to just drop it to the floor. Eventually she extended her arm and offered it to me.

“Good girl,” I said, leaning forward to take it from her and folding it onto my lap. She smiled, tentatively, as if I’d just given her a gold star. Then she began on the buttons of her blouse. She was very methodical, working her way from top to bottom without hesitation, her gaze only flickering to the window for an instant as she tugged the blouse free of her skirt and slipped it off her shoulders. She paused only long enough to unfasten the buttons at the cuffs before slipping her arms out, one at a time, and holding out the blouse for me to take.

When I had done so she instinctively dropped her hands to her sides for a moment to allow me to look at her. Her bra was plain white, which was to be expected, but had some embroidery on the cups and a bit of lace as well. “Very nice,” I commented. “Continue.”

She quickly reached behind her to unfasten and unzip her skirt. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, preparing to slide it down over her hips, but then she couldn’t help herself – she froze, unable to tear her gaze away from the window, her breathing ragged.

“I doubt that any of your clients are out there right now,” I said, to snap her out of it. “The skirt, Nadine.”

Her gaze darted back down towards me, and I could see she wanted to plead with me to allow her to stop. But after just one more moment of hesitation she made a soft mewling noise, lowered her skirt and stepped out of it. She handed it over, letting go with just barely noticeable reluctance. She looked down and noticed, to her chagrin, that she was still wearing the ragged waistband of the pantyhose I had torn away earlier. She quickly shed that as well and gave it to me. I tossed it to the floor.

She was now standing before me in only her bra and panties.