“You want me to what?” Derek sat on the edge of the bed, mouth agape.

“You heard me,” Samantha replied with a mischievous smile, “I know I was pretty direct and clear about it.”

“Yeah but it’s just that...” Derek stammered, “I don’t know what to make of it?”

“Regardless of what you made of it, you promised,” She stomped her foot to enunciate the last word.  It was 7:30 PM, and the sun had long set.  Samantha had strolled through the door and was still wearing what she put on before she head out that morning – a pinstripe pencil skirt, matching blazer, and four-inch black pointed heels, bringing her to an impressive six-foot-even, two inches taller than Derek.

“I don’t recall agreeing to…to that!” He slumped into the bed, his suit and tie rumpling as he rolled his shoulders and drooped his head.

“Remember, last time we were in Orlando at the hotel and you said if I stepped out onto the balcony topless, and you thought it was so sexy? And I didn’t want to do it.  Do you remember why I did it?”

“Well, I uh…” Derek stumbled on his words.

Samantha continued, “You said that it was a trust exercise, that since it was so late at night, nobody could see me.  And you’d think it was so sexy that I would trust you enough to walk out there and do it.  So I did it.  But do you remember what I said before you wore me down?”

“I uh…”

“I said, ‘okay I’ll do it, but I will choose the next trust exercise.”

“I thought you were joking.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Yeah but – ”

“Are you not a man of your word?”  Samantha looked down at him sternly.  A trustworthy man.  He strived to be that.  He was a lawyer, he had to do that.  Being a lawyer was his full life, and he knew that even if he knew he reneged, even on a personal commitment, it would shake his confidence in himself.  Samantha was a lawyer too, and she knew how to push another lawyer’s buttons.  She was a shark in the courtroom, and back anybody in to a corner, better than anybody else in her firm.  In fact, her compensation was almost 30% higher than Derik’s.  She was that good, and that valuable.

Samantha was working on a case where the IRS was prosecuting a dominatrix for making deductions that they thought were frivolous – outfits and sex toys.  She had no idea what a pro-domme did, but like any good lawyer, she did her research.  And went down a rabbit hole of different fetishes, to the point where she realized something – being in charge of a man in that capacity was a turn on.  She got wet thinking about him completely vulnerable, completely under her thumb.

She remembered how vulnerable she felt, walking topless out onto that balcony in Miami.  Derek dared her to. He called it a trust exercise.  She didn’t want to do it, but somehow he wore he down, a rarity in their relationship.  He said she could choose the next trust exercise.  He was thinking with his hard-on, because, a rarity for a lawyer of his expertise, he didn’t specify any conditions.

And after viewing the femdom-themed websites to better understand her client, she came up with a newfound kink – and a sexy idea for Derek. 

“Someone will see me!” Derek yelped, his hands cupped over his hair.

“Nobody will see you,” Samantha smiled, “remember, you said that to me?”

“But…but that’s illegal, you can’t drive around naked in a car.  See, I won’t be able to go.”

“You won’t be naked.”

“But…”

Samantha returned from her dresser drawer.  She returned with something bunched up in her hand. She tossed them on the bed, “that’s what you’ll be wearing.”

Derek looked down at a pair of Victoria’s Secret hot pink bikini-cut panties. 

“That’s not legal!” He said.

“Sure it is,” Samantha rubbed his shoulder, “Your genitals will be covered.  It may feel humiliating, but it’s legal.”

“But…”

“Derek,” Samantha snapped, “Are you a man of your word, or aren’t you?”

Derek sighed, admitting defeat, “You better keep your word.”

Samantha grinned widely, waiting in anticipation.

She watched Derek slide his suit off – carefully, it was expensive, and custom-tailored.  He slid his tie off, and tossed it on the bed.  Stark naked, flaccid from the fear, Samantha thought he never looked so vulnerable.

The hot pink panties perfectly cupped his cock and balls, and gave him some shape to his ass.  She smiled as she remembered that this particular pair had a feminine lace trim.

“So, you want me to go down and…. change in the car?” Derek started to reach for his suit pants, but Samantha snatched them away from his grip.

“I think you can do a little better than that.”

“Meaning what?”

“Derek, we’re going for a drive.  I’m driving. You’ll be passenger princess.  But this is a trust exercise.  You’re not going to bringing any clothes. 

The color was drained from his face, “Wait! No, no, no….”

Samantha giggled with delight, “Derek, our apartment is right beside the service elevator.  We’ll ride it down.  Remember, the superintendent gave me the key when we moved our new dresser last week?  And the car is right beside the elevator.  Trust me, you’ll be fine!”

Derek stood in the doorway, cold, exposed, only a thin pair of cotton panties separating him from pure nudity.  He didn’t even have a place for his keys.  He hoped Samantha would let him back in, or he’d be screwed.

She called for the service elevator.  As it dinged, she walked in, and beckoned him in.  He couldn’t help but feel vulnerable, watching the numbers count down from the twentieth floor.  19…18…17.  Samantha wore her same power suit, same tight-pencil skirt, same 4-inch heels.  She didn’t give him the dignity of shoes or any sort of footwear.  His bare feet made him feel that much more vulnerable.

DING.  The elevator opened and Derek made a dash for Samantha’s Audi.  He pulled on the door hand frantically.

“Hold on, eager beaver,” She giggled, fumbling for his keys. 

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Derek was shivering, cold and afraid.  His bare skin turned to goosebumps against the cold leather seat.

“You’ll be fine,” Samantha giggled, “This is a trust exercise.”

Samantha took the back roads, feeling benevolent.  She couldn’t help but feel the power imbalance, and it turned her on in ways she never knew she’d experience.  She reached over, cupping her hand on Derek’s panties, rubbing him a little bit.

“Too nervous to get hard?” She giggled.

“Okay, okay, we’ve gone far enough.  Let’s turn back now!”

“You’re not exactly in a position to make a counteroffer, Derek.”
“Sam!”

“Hold on, we’re almost there.”

“Almost where?”

“You’ll see.”

The black Audi pulled into a gravel parking lot, and Samantha threw the car in park, “We’re here.”
“Now what.”

“Here’s the final portion of the exercise.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to step out of the car, run to that sign over there, count to ten, and then run back.”

“And you’re coming?”

“No, no, I’ll be in the car.”

“But…”

“You trust me, right? I’m a woman of my word?”

“Yes…”

“Well then?”

“But…”

“Derek, there’s nobody around.  It’s 9 O’clock at night and pitch black.”

Derek sighed, “Let’s just…get this over with.”

“A full ten second count.  No cheating.  If you cheat, I might drive off to teach you the importance of keeping your word.”

He gritted his teeth, and ran out of the car, the cool air hitting his skin, the soles of his bare feet getting chewed up by the gravel.  He found the pole, and touched it….”1…2…3…”  The bright white Audi headlights lit his body up, amplified the feminine features of his panties…”4…5…6…” he shut his eyes, ready to faint…. “7…8…9…10!”  He ran back and heard the doors lock.  Samantha put the car into reverse and started backing out.

“No, no, no, no!” He ran to the car, pulling on the handle, “Please, please…Sam…no.”

She stopped the car, unlocked the door, “Get in.”

He climbed back in, drenched in sweat, “Let’s go home.”

“Mmmm, we’ll see,” Samantha pulled off, “My friend Sara lives around here, should we go say hi?”