Aimee Part 4/final chapter:The Transition

After three hours she stopped reading and looked at the cold and untouched coffee in front of her. Putting down the papers she got up to make a fresh pot. Aimee stood at the counter and impatiently drummed her fingers as she thought about what she had read. Limits list, contracts, expectations, positions, respect and trust -- all just words before but now forming into something else.

Ah, it was ready! She filled the big mug full of the hot, fragrant infusion and sipped it as she went back to the living room to open the first box that had been delivered with the documents.

There was nothing like the sound of tissue paper especially when it revealed an enticing collection of panties and bras all of different colors and styles. The next carton was heavier and full to the brim with shoes, stilettos! Shoe boxes and lids strewn everywhere, exposing high heels of 4 to 6 inches, stylish, chic and sexxxy! Now the final package! Her curiosity peaked, Aimee opened it to find too many designer label dresses. She was astounded at the variety – formal, daytime, sensual, chic down to a one-piece toga-style wrap-a-round.

She sat back on her heels in the embarrassment of riches before her but as she stood to begin to try them on, the phone range. Aimee answered, "Hello." "Did you get the packages I had sent to you last night?" a deep voice asked.

Excitedly, she said, "Yes I did! I was just about to go and try them on."

"No, don't do that. I want you to select a pair of thong panties that you think will please me. Next take the red dress and the red shoes and wear them to work today. I want you to look your best for when I see you. Remember, you do not know when that will happen but I will."

Aimee paused for a minute, thinking about what he was telling her before she heard herself saying, "Yes, Sir".

"Very good little one, I will contact you later about this evening".

She started to ask who he was but the phone went dead before she could. Aimee went about the task she had been assigned, took the selected clothes back to her bedroom and laid them out.

She stripped off her shorts and the tank top, spending time looking at her body. She took out her lotion and after putting some in her hand she slowly applied it to her legs. As she spread the lotion on her skin, she massaged her leg muscles enjoying the feeling of strength that was there. Her hands then moved to her feet. The feel of her slippery fingers moving between her toes and along the ball of her foot was sheer pleasure. Next, the lotion was applied in tight circles to her neck and shoulders. Smooth hands moved down her chest, massaging her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. She tugged hard on her nipple rings and felt a shock run through her. Aimee paused, looked at the bedside clock and decided that if she kept this up she would be late for work, so with a sigh she finished putting on her lotion.



After slipping into the cream colored thong she next picked up the dress. Looking at the cut and style she felt a little uncomfortable going without a bra because of her erect nipples, knowing that her rings would show. She donned the red dress, its hemline falling just below her knees, she could feel the fabric against her already excited and sensitive nipples making them all the more erect. Aimee finished her hair and makeup. Then with the red shoes on her feet, the mirror reflected not the gothic beauty that she used to imagine herself being but something else -- something fresh and lovely, desirable and wanting. It staggered her for a moment, but shaking her head she hurried to catch a cab to work and made it just in time for the afternoon staff meeting.

Aimee's Editor-in-Chief, Carl, specifically addressed her.

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