With a low murmur the Master said simply "Dismissed" and without even looking at me went back to working at his desk. Blushing hard, I rose to my feet and in the short tight skirt, executed a curtsey that clearly showed my stocking tops. With that I left the Master's study and very quietly went into the office. Unsurprisingly there was another piece of paper on the desk, "For the time being your rooms will be the ones you are in. No work will be expected of you yet as the security on the computer system is being set up. This is for your protection. Forget any codes and you will be punished. You will cry".

With that chilling thought I headed back to my rooms knowing full well the Master could now take me at any time or expect a blow job or a hand job at any time. Nice, lovely clothes or not, I was now effectively his office skank. And hell the clothes were delicious, nice and extremely well made. Really, really nice things to have. Still, it was a wonderful set of rooms and near to the office too.

Pulling off my jacket and stepping out of my skirt, I went to the closet. This time all the locks were open and I could get at everything in every drawer. I did notice some of the tennis dresses were very short and of course coloured a nice rose pink. The point was not lost on me at all. The Master knew I was weak and compliant and all the extremely girlie clothes proved the point. But I loved them anyway. I mean they were so well made and classy. Even the long white high heeled boots looked good. Rummaging right to the back of the closet my bracelet rattled off something hard and firm.

Pulling the clothes out of the way, I noticed a solid clear plastic sheet in one part of the closet. Hanging on a manikin, underneath the plastic sheet was the usual uniform of the street skank....a faded and torn denim mini skirt, dirty high heeled ankle boots, two sets of huge and I mean fucking huge, hooped earrings and tight sparkly silver top with a faded black Nike hooded top completing the outfit.

I couldn't get at the clothes, the locks on the sheet were solid but with the dog behind me as well, the message was crystal clear...behave and you get the life of a well paid, under worked executive secretary. Please the Master and all will be well...fuck up and you're on the street like a skanky ho selling your ass for the Master. Forever.

"Hmm..." I thought out loud, "if the Master wants me to behave, I'll behave. I'll behave, I promise" Looking at all the clothes and the room I was in and the few pieces of nice jewellery I had now got, I knew I'd behave and that the Master pretty much now owed me. I mean if the Master wanted sex or BJ's on demand, of course I do it. I was in no position to argue. And hell, Ol' Blonde Brain I thought to myself, you've sucked cock and been fucked before. The only difference this time is that the Master knows he can always have you without worrying about romance or seduction.

I think even the dog knew my position because without a sign of warning, he jumped on the bed with me as I laid back and flicked through the TV channels feeling a little sleepy with his big head resting on my lap. I'm nearly certain I heard more screams, maybe male this time but again I could not be sure at all. Feeling sleepy again, warm in just my long blouse and underwear, I fell asleep wondering what time dinner would be. And the penny dropped hard....I'd not seen a single clock anywhere and my watch had gone.

The bracelet and the tag would tell me all I needed to know.