The message from Pollack was simple: "Sorry for the delay, busy morning. You need to do something for me real quick." The warmth of his words washed over her, and all irritation and impatience melted away. It was exactly what she had been waiting for; yet she was perplexed about what he could need from her. With a contented smile, Nicole began to type out her reply, her fingers dancing across the screen as she expressed her excitement help in any way she could. She realized that this newfound desire to please him had come from a place of genuine affection, a connection she couldn't explain but cherished deeply. As she hit send, a sense of contentment washed over her. Nicole knew that whatever the future held for her and Pollack, she was more than willing to make the effort to keep their connection alive, even if it meant getting lost in daydreams and rushing through work presentations just to hear from him. Desire had awakened within her, something she had neglected and pushed to the side in favor of others. “Do you have a sharpie or any kind of marker at your desk” Was Pollack’s reply text. Confused, Nicole rummaged thru her desk drawers until she found a fat black magic marker. She napped a photo and sent it to him as a reply. For a few moments, she held her breath, awaiting his reply. She was just about to set her phone down when it vibrated in her hands. “You need to go to a bathroom stall in the ladies room with that marker” read the response. Nicole’s heart fluttered, in nervous anticipation. She considered doing as he asked, but as she was at work she asked him a simple “why?” Pollack's response to Nicole was abrupt and commanding, devoid of the usual warmth that had characterized their interactions. He didn't ask her to question him; instead, he gave her clear instructions. In that moment, Nicole felt a subtle chastisement in his words, as if she had disappointed him by not anticipating his needs. The weight of his command left her feeling both obligated and slightly guilty. She couldn't quite reconcile the dichotomy of wanting to know what he desired and the overwhelming desire to make him happy. The conflict between her eagerness to please him and her need for autonomy created a complex emotional turmoil, casting a shadow over the excitement she had felt just moments before. Nicole, her heart still fluttering with a mix of emotions, swiftly composed a response to Pollack's commanding message, assuring him that she had carried out his instructions promptly. Her fingers danced across her phone's keyboard, conveying her readiness to comply with his desires. In that moment, she found solace in her obedience, eager to please him and regain the warmth of their connection that she had momentarily feared might be lost. “Remove your shirt and bra. I want you topless in that stall. Do exactly as I say and don’t delay. Once topless take the sharpie and write just above your breasts in block lettering “Daddies whore”. Once you’ve written this, you will send photo to me proving it.”. Nicole felt a wave of eagerness wash over her as she read Pollack's latest instruction, the taboo nature of his request both thrilling and enticing. There was a slight aversion, a hesitation, but it was swiftly overridden by the complete opposite allure of completing the task. The thought of those intimate words being imprinted on her, a hot little secret between the two of them, sent shivers down her spine. Her breath caught in her throat as the cold tip of the marker met her skin, and she couldn't deny the intoxicating mix of vulnerability and desire that coursed through her as she obediently complied. Nicole hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over her phone's screen before finally unlocking it and framing the photo as instructed. As she gazed at the bold, block letters written on her skin, a shiver coursed through her body, but it was a sensation she didn't altogether mind. It was a thrill she had never experienced before, the realization that something so daring could be so invigorating. She had always been responsible and measured, but now she understood what had been missing in her life—the slight fear, the incredible rush, and the naughty secret of their activities that added a zest and zeal to her otherwise ordinary existence. With a deep breath and a racing heart, she captured the image and sent it to Pollack, exactly as he had requested. The moment the message sent, Nicole felt a surge of nervous excitement mixed with a tinge of uncertainty. She watched as the message icon indicated that Pollack had received and read her text. The seconds felt like hours as she waited for his response, her mind racing with anticipation. This act of submission had ignited something within her, a sense of liberation that she couldn't quite explain. She knew she was stepping into uncharted territory, but there was no denying the intoxicating allure of sharing this secret with Pollack, a bond that felt deeper and more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. As Nicole's heart raced and she anxiously awaited Pollack's response, his message finally appeared on her screen. It simply read, "Good girl." Those two words sent a rush of warmth and relief through her, as if she had just passed a test she didn't know she was taking. Pollack continued, "You've done wonderfully, Nicole. I'm so proud of you." His praise washed over her like a soothing balm, reassuring her that she had made the right choice in obeying his commands and deepening their connection even further. Pollack’s reply made her knees weak with opposing forces of reluctance, fear and arousal. “Prop the phone up on the floor, against the door. Record a video where you hike up your skirt above your hips and then slowly slide your panties down around your ankles. Do not totally remove them yet. At this point you will silently masturbate with your index finger until you come on camera. Do not make a noise. Do not stop until you cum. After you climax, remove those panties, pull your skirt down. Put on your bra and shirt, and carry your panties crumbled up in a ball in your hand to your desk. You till take a photo of them clenched in your fist somewhere in the hallway on the way back to your desk. You have ten minutes. Do it now”. Nicole shook a bit, mouth dry and she felt flushed, hot. She knew, she would obey, and she was both scared and determined. The problem with her feelings she mused was that she would do it, and she wanted to do it, and it made her proud to do this for him. She knew the danger it posed, of getting caught. She knew there would be consequences and normally for anyone else she’d scoff and ignore them. She couldn’t resist however, and the feelings of knowing just how slutty she was being made her pussy throb in anticipation. She placed the phone down, and set it to record. Stepping back, she adjusted her position to be fully in the frame. She slowly hiked her skirt up, turning in a slow 360 to give Pollack a good view. She faced away from the camera as she bent over and slid her panties down over her hips to her ankles. She straightened, facing the camera and slightly spread her legs. Dutifully, she slid her index finger down and felt a rush of pleasure as she touched her swollen clit. She stifled a moan as she built up a tempo – rubbing up and down and in circular motions. She was long practiced at this, and she built towards climax quickly. She felt her pussy become wet and slick beneath her fingers as she thought of Pollack entering her. She recalled how he felt and tasted in her mouth, and imagined sinking to her knees right there and taking him in her mouth. She imagined how much he’d moan and relax as her warm wet mouth engulfed his cock. Her body responded to the idea of pleasing him and she felt herself cum hard, her breath catching as she stifled back her moans of pleasure. Her orgasm shivered thru her and she paused to catch her breath and let her heart rate calm. Silently, she slid her panties over her ankles and high heels, and smoothed her skirt back in place. She slipped her bra on and buttoned her blouse, only then pausing to end the video and pick up her phone. Nicole strained to hear the faintest sounds outside the bathroom, her ears attuned to the slightest noise. Her heart raced, and the blood rushed to her cheeks, which had turned a deep shade of crimson. Her mind raced with irrational thoughts, imagining that everyone in the vicinity somehow knew what she had just done, that the words Pollack had instructed her to write were somehow visible, emblazoned on her skin for all to see. With a deep breath, she carefully exited the bathroom, her eyes cast downward, avoiding the imaginary judgment she felt from those around her, all while those words remained a scorching reminder, seemingly branded onto her for the world to witness. She pulled up the photo app on her phone, nearly dropping it in the process when a co worker shot by her without warning. Dave was a talker, and was trying to engage anyone and everyone in a discussion of some stupid tv show or another. Flustered, Nicole recovered and opened the app, trying to hide the hand clenched tight with her thong behind her. Dave briefly asked if she’d seen the latest episode, and she held her phone up to her head and pretended to be on a call. Dave looked at her quizzically, and turned and walked to his office. About to breathe a sigh of relief, she looked down at her phone to see the photos app had opened to a picture of her topless with “Daddies whore” written on her chest in big block letters. Nicole's heart raced as she stepped out of the bathroom, desperately hoping that Dave, her colleague, hadn't caught a glimpse of the screen of her phone while she was responding to Pollack's commanding message. She couldn't shake the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Part of her longed for Dave not to have seen it, praying that her secret remained just that—hers and Pollack's alone. The mere thought of him discovering the intimate exchange between her and Pollack sent a jolt of embarrassment and fear coursing through her. As she made her way down the corridor, her thoughts still tangled in a web of worry and desire, she suddenly remembered that she had another task to complete. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her pulse quickened, and she felt a rush of anticipation as she considered the next set of instructions from Pollack, already eager to comply. Nicole tried to focus on her work duties, but the illicit thrill of her secret rendezvous with Pollack continued to occupy her mind, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. Stepping just inside her office, she unlocked her phone and took a pic of her hand down by her side clutching her thong. Knowing she was there at work, branded as Pollacks own little whore, her panties crumpled in her hand made her head swim. Slightly dizzy, knees weak and breathless Nicole sent the final pic to Pollack, her morning turned upside down and the thrill overwhelming her. She was hooked, and all in. This was much too intoxicating to refuse, it satisfied all the right psychological nuances she never even knew she had. Her cunt quivered in anticipation of what she would be commanded to do next, and she desperately hoped it would continue. The fear, trepidation and swirling mess of emotions she felt all at once was something she never knew she was missing.