17-01-2020, 02:02 PM
Later, I dressed Kelly for the day then prepared our regular breakfast, while still nude, of course. Once my 'slave' duties in the kitchen were complete, I returned to the bedroom and dressed according to her instructions. I probably am saying this too much, but it really was nice not to have to decide what to wear. My outfit for the day was another of the continuing surprises that Kelly had in store for me. She handed me white hip-hugger panties to wear along with black thigh highs, the blue and green tartan kilt skirt, purchased Saturday, a white, long-sleeve, form-fit silk shirt, and a gray blazer. Three-inch black pumps completed my outfit. "We need you to look exceptionally good for your first day on your new job, little one," she commented. Since I was essentially returning to the same company for which I had been consulting, I had nearly forgotten about the change in position.
As soon as I entered the office, Diane quickly approached me. "Well, Kim, I understand you accepted our offer. May I be the first to welcome you as Hunter's new CIO?"
"Oh, Diane, I just can't believe you recommended me as your replacement and can't thank you enough."
"Trust me. I cannot think of anyone more qualified for the position; other than yours truly, that is." We both laughed again at her qualification of my expertise.
"I was shocked when they told me. In fact, the first thing Brian said was that he hated to lose me. I thought I was being fired. You never even gave me a hint."
"I was asked not to, of course."
"Well, at least I have two weeks before I ascend to the position."
"Actually, you don't. When I made my recommendation to the executive committee, I also recommended that you should start as soon as possible. They left the decision up to me. I gave it some deep thought after learning you accepted the offer. It is best for everyone concerned that you start today. The word is already going around the department that I am leaving. They should not have to wonder who is in charge or what's going to happen. Don't worry, though, I will still be here all week to bring you up-to-date on everything. In the meantime, you have an appointment with Human Resources in ten minutes to go through the formalities."
When I entered the HR office complex, Ms. Griffiths' secretary said, "Go right in, Kimberly, she is expecting you.
Ms. Griffiths, the VP of HR, immediately stood as I entered the office, walked around her desk, and extended her hand. She was a slim, tall blond, with liquid blue eyes and hair pulled back in a pony tail. Wearing a white shirt with cuff links, gray pants and black heels, she exuded the confidence and professionalism one would expect from someone in her position. I guessed that she was about ten years older than I. "Welcome to Hunter Industries, Kimberly. I cannot tell you how pleased we were that you accepted our offer."
"I must admit that I was quite surprised that such an offer was extended, Ms. Griffiths, especially when I hadn't applied for the position."
"It is an unusual situation, Kimberly, but Diane was quite convincing when she recommended you, and, of course, many of us have seen you in action. I must also say that you made a good impression on every executive with whom you have come in contact, both before and after we made the decision to use your firm as consultants on our project. You were the principle reason we chose your company. In fact, our acceptance was contingent on you being the on-site consultant." I was flattered to hear it from her, even though I already knew that fact.
"You will need to complete a formal application for the record, of course. First, though, let's discuss a few things about your new position and the benefits here at Hunter." She pointed to a small sofa along the wall and said, "We may as well relax while we talk, but before we do, you'll probably be more comfortable if you remove your jacket."
"Ah... I would prefer to keep it on if that's OK with you, Ms. Griffiths."
"Nonsense, Kimberly. From seeing you around the plant, I know you always dress to the tens. Truthfully, that is one of the many things about you that impressed me. I must tell you, though, that the outfits you have worn the past two weeks are more stylish than what you had been wearing. Please don't take me wrong, but the suits you wore at first were OK, they were just, let's say, a little severely tailored, and many were made, well, for women much older than either of us. While they provided a very professional image, I think they also would have kept you separated you from your contemporaries. That was the only negative I saw in you. The way you have recently dressed has been much softer and makes you appear more, well, approachable, for lack of a better word.
"Thank you, Ms. Griffiths. I accept that as a compliment. You are the second person to tell me that."
You are an executive now, Kimberly. Please call me Mel. My name is really Melanie, but I prefer to use the diminutive of my name so that people don't mistake me for the movie star."
"I wish I had a problem like that," I replied laughing. "I prefer Kim, but not for the same reason, of course."
I started to unbutton my jacket, thinking she would accept that in lieu of removal, knowing that her opinion of me might be less when she saw that I was not wearing a bra.
"You can use a hanger from my closet for your jacket," she added, pointing towards a door.
"That's OK. I'll just leave it open like this."
"I insist," she replied. "You look too formal wearing it. I want you to be relaxed while we talk." To emphasize her desire, she stepped behind me and started to pull the jacket off my shoulders. Knowing it would be disrespectful to continue resisting at this point, I gave in to the inevitable. When she returned from hanging it in her closet, it only took a second for her to notice the lack of a bra strap across my back through the semi-sheer silk. "Oh! I think I see why you wanted to leave it on."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Griffiths. I hadn't planned on removing my jacket today."
"No need to apologize, my dear. After all, I was the one who insisted; and it's Mel in case you forgot already," she said. I had assumed she'd let me put it back on, but she continued to hang the jacket in her closet, much to my embarrassment. "I, too, make sure no one will be able to notice when I don't wear a bra to the office." Seeing the surprised look on my face, she continued, "We'll keep it a secret between us girls, OK?" I agreed with a simple nod.
We finally sat down on the sofa. It was L-shaped in the corner of the room, so we were, essentially, facing one another. During the ensuing conversation, I noticed her eyes straying, quite often, to the shadows of my aureoles beneath the blouse. Each time that I realized she was staring, I could sense my nipples hardening. However, she never made another comment about my "condition." It was more than an hour later that she held my jacket for me as I put it back on. After I buttoned it, she commented, "I must admit, Kim, that I am pleased to see you are not as 'prim and proper' as we all thought. Promise me you won't change just because I discovered your 'secret.'"
"I promise," I answered while thinking she would not be so lenient if she knew the totality of my secret.
"Please have your application back to me by tomorrow morning," she said as she opened her office door for me, and then added, "By the way, I like the nipple rings, too." I blushed again while thanking her.
I received a text from Kelly thanking me for the flowers. "I should be angry with you for hiding the purchase from me. but I imagine you paid for them with your allowance. You'll have to explain the reason for so many different colors."
Upon returning home Monday night, I stripped in the foyer, picked up my collar and found Kelly sitting on the sofa. She made me stand in front of her and turn slowly so she could "enjoy the view." When she finished, I knelt before her, held the collar out and cited the required words. Collar locked in place, she said, "It's time for an inspection, pet. Stand and present." Even considering our history, it was still embarrassing as she walked around me, touching and prodding at my orifices, including my mouth, pulling my nipples, squeezing my breasts and generally running her hands over my skin.
Ordered to kneel and rest, when she finished, she commented how much she loved my naked body, along with its perfections and imperfections, the curve of my neck and breasts, my well-shaped ass, and how my nipples got hard when I became excited. She then said, "There have been a few occasions when you have been able to wear clothes at home, pet. I have told you how I prefer you to be naked. I just want you to know that, from this point forward, it will be extremely rare when I permit you to wear more than a minimal amount of clothing within the confines of our house. Most of the time you will be totally naked." I quickly picked up on her use of the word "our" and liked it.
As soon as I entered the office, Diane quickly approached me. "Well, Kim, I understand you accepted our offer. May I be the first to welcome you as Hunter's new CIO?"
"Oh, Diane, I just can't believe you recommended me as your replacement and can't thank you enough."
"Trust me. I cannot think of anyone more qualified for the position; other than yours truly, that is." We both laughed again at her qualification of my expertise.
"I was shocked when they told me. In fact, the first thing Brian said was that he hated to lose me. I thought I was being fired. You never even gave me a hint."
"I was asked not to, of course."
"Well, at least I have two weeks before I ascend to the position."
"Actually, you don't. When I made my recommendation to the executive committee, I also recommended that you should start as soon as possible. They left the decision up to me. I gave it some deep thought after learning you accepted the offer. It is best for everyone concerned that you start today. The word is already going around the department that I am leaving. They should not have to wonder who is in charge or what's going to happen. Don't worry, though, I will still be here all week to bring you up-to-date on everything. In the meantime, you have an appointment with Human Resources in ten minutes to go through the formalities."
When I entered the HR office complex, Ms. Griffiths' secretary said, "Go right in, Kimberly, she is expecting you.
Ms. Griffiths, the VP of HR, immediately stood as I entered the office, walked around her desk, and extended her hand. She was a slim, tall blond, with liquid blue eyes and hair pulled back in a pony tail. Wearing a white shirt with cuff links, gray pants and black heels, she exuded the confidence and professionalism one would expect from someone in her position. I guessed that she was about ten years older than I. "Welcome to Hunter Industries, Kimberly. I cannot tell you how pleased we were that you accepted our offer."
"I must admit that I was quite surprised that such an offer was extended, Ms. Griffiths, especially when I hadn't applied for the position."
"It is an unusual situation, Kimberly, but Diane was quite convincing when she recommended you, and, of course, many of us have seen you in action. I must also say that you made a good impression on every executive with whom you have come in contact, both before and after we made the decision to use your firm as consultants on our project. You were the principle reason we chose your company. In fact, our acceptance was contingent on you being the on-site consultant." I was flattered to hear it from her, even though I already knew that fact.
"You will need to complete a formal application for the record, of course. First, though, let's discuss a few things about your new position and the benefits here at Hunter." She pointed to a small sofa along the wall and said, "We may as well relax while we talk, but before we do, you'll probably be more comfortable if you remove your jacket."
"Ah... I would prefer to keep it on if that's OK with you, Ms. Griffiths."
"Nonsense, Kimberly. From seeing you around the plant, I know you always dress to the tens. Truthfully, that is one of the many things about you that impressed me. I must tell you, though, that the outfits you have worn the past two weeks are more stylish than what you had been wearing. Please don't take me wrong, but the suits you wore at first were OK, they were just, let's say, a little severely tailored, and many were made, well, for women much older than either of us. While they provided a very professional image, I think they also would have kept you separated you from your contemporaries. That was the only negative I saw in you. The way you have recently dressed has been much softer and makes you appear more, well, approachable, for lack of a better word.
"Thank you, Ms. Griffiths. I accept that as a compliment. You are the second person to tell me that."
You are an executive now, Kimberly. Please call me Mel. My name is really Melanie, but I prefer to use the diminutive of my name so that people don't mistake me for the movie star."
"I wish I had a problem like that," I replied laughing. "I prefer Kim, but not for the same reason, of course."
I started to unbutton my jacket, thinking she would accept that in lieu of removal, knowing that her opinion of me might be less when she saw that I was not wearing a bra.
"You can use a hanger from my closet for your jacket," she added, pointing towards a door.
"That's OK. I'll just leave it open like this."
"I insist," she replied. "You look too formal wearing it. I want you to be relaxed while we talk." To emphasize her desire, she stepped behind me and started to pull the jacket off my shoulders. Knowing it would be disrespectful to continue resisting at this point, I gave in to the inevitable. When she returned from hanging it in her closet, it only took a second for her to notice the lack of a bra strap across my back through the semi-sheer silk. "Oh! I think I see why you wanted to leave it on."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Griffiths. I hadn't planned on removing my jacket today."
"No need to apologize, my dear. After all, I was the one who insisted; and it's Mel in case you forgot already," she said. I had assumed she'd let me put it back on, but she continued to hang the jacket in her closet, much to my embarrassment. "I, too, make sure no one will be able to notice when I don't wear a bra to the office." Seeing the surprised look on my face, she continued, "We'll keep it a secret between us girls, OK?" I agreed with a simple nod.
We finally sat down on the sofa. It was L-shaped in the corner of the room, so we were, essentially, facing one another. During the ensuing conversation, I noticed her eyes straying, quite often, to the shadows of my aureoles beneath the blouse. Each time that I realized she was staring, I could sense my nipples hardening. However, she never made another comment about my "condition." It was more than an hour later that she held my jacket for me as I put it back on. After I buttoned it, she commented, "I must admit, Kim, that I am pleased to see you are not as 'prim and proper' as we all thought. Promise me you won't change just because I discovered your 'secret.'"
"I promise," I answered while thinking she would not be so lenient if she knew the totality of my secret.
"Please have your application back to me by tomorrow morning," she said as she opened her office door for me, and then added, "By the way, I like the nipple rings, too." I blushed again while thanking her.
I received a text from Kelly thanking me for the flowers. "I should be angry with you for hiding the purchase from me. but I imagine you paid for them with your allowance. You'll have to explain the reason for so many different colors."
Upon returning home Monday night, I stripped in the foyer, picked up my collar and found Kelly sitting on the sofa. She made me stand in front of her and turn slowly so she could "enjoy the view." When she finished, I knelt before her, held the collar out and cited the required words. Collar locked in place, she said, "It's time for an inspection, pet. Stand and present." Even considering our history, it was still embarrassing as she walked around me, touching and prodding at my orifices, including my mouth, pulling my nipples, squeezing my breasts and generally running her hands over my skin.
Ordered to kneel and rest, when she finished, she commented how much she loved my naked body, along with its perfections and imperfections, the curve of my neck and breasts, my well-shaped ass, and how my nipples got hard when I became excited. She then said, "There have been a few occasions when you have been able to wear clothes at home, pet. I have told you how I prefer you to be naked. I just want you to know that, from this point forward, it will be extremely rare when I permit you to wear more than a minimal amount of clothing within the confines of our house. Most of the time you will be totally naked." I quickly picked up on her use of the word "our" and liked it.
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