You find that your legs were trembling as you arrived at work this morning. Last night could not have gone by any more slowly. You found yourself actually looking at the clock. Hoping that the ticks would double and triple. The anticipation has been excruciating. Silently you start to wonder just how many of your pent up fantasies I may be able to fulfill. You start to reflect on how vulnerable and yet how so alive I have been making you feel. And you start to wonder if I will ever will become bored with this. Bored by you.

Your last thought is interrupted by a sudden unexpected e-mail.

Take off your panties.

This sudden and explicit demand has your outer lips as congested as the mounting heat that you feel surrounding you inside of your office. The temperatures outiside are soaring. You long for when the air conditioning man will arrive to fix the broken unit. Yet part of you enjoys the added inferno.You try to remain realistic within such a vivid fantasy.

"I... can't".

My response is as quick as a flash of lightning.

Off.

You slide the panties down your shaking legs. They rest against the bottom of your thighs. The soft silk is there to remind you of the delicious decadence of the moment. Luckily you have a large and thick desk. You wonder how much it will conceal your sudden vulnerability.

Place the panties inside your purse.

You are shocked by how direct and precise my commands are. You are even more electrified by how quickly you find yourself responding.