Nicole startled awake from a deep slumber, lost in the tranquil embrace of dreams that seemed to dance on the edges of her consciousness. The world beyond her dreams had faded into the background, a distant and irrelevant place. But then, as the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through her curtains, she began to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a room bathed in soft, golden light. Nicole lay there for a moment, dazed and disoriented, her mind struggling to catch up with the waking world. The last thing she remembered was drifting off to sleep after a long, exhausting night with Pollack

As the haze of sleep gradually dissipated, Nicole's senses began to awaken, one by one. She became acutely aware of a dull sore ache in her legs, as if she had been running a marathon in her dreams. Her limbs felt heavy, as if they were made of lead, and the act of moving them seemed like an impossible feat.

With great effort, Nicole pushed herself up into a sitting position, her muscles protesting the movement. She winced as she stretched her legs out in front of her, trying to relieve the stiffness. It was as if her muscles had been locked in place for an eternity. A few light hazy bruises shone on her wrists, her ankles, the backs of her thighs.

As she stretched and flexed her legs, she became aware of another sensation—her scalp tingled as though a thousand tiny pins were pricking it. Nicole reached up and touched her head, her fingers encountering a tangled mess of hair. She winced as she realized that her hair and scalp were sore from being grabbed, yanked and used to subdue her and pin her in place the night before.

With a sigh, Nicole swung her legs over the side of the bed and gingerly stood up, her legs wobbling beneath her as if they were made of jelly. The soreness in her limbs made her feel like an old woman, despite her young 20’s something age. She stumbled into the bathroom, hoping that a splash of cold water on her face would help clear her mind. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her wild, tangled hair. She reached for a hairbrush and began the arduous task of untangling the knots.

As Nicole brushed her hair, she reflected on the strange journey from a months long dry spell. It was a journey filled with sensations—aches and tingles, heaviness and stiffness—all reminders that she was unaccustomed to being used so hard and put away wet. She knew that these sensations would persist as the day went on, serving as hot little reminders of how thoroughly she was used for Pollack’s pleasure. The thought brought on an impish smile as she showered and dressed for work.

Nicole had always been a bit absent-minded, prone to daydreaming at the most inconvenient moments. As she walked to work that morning, her thoughts were consumed by memories of her evening with Pollack the night before. She couldn't help but smile as she replayed their conversation, the way his laughter had made her heart flutter, and the warmth of his touch.

Lost in her reverie, she decided to make a pit stop at Starbucks for her usual morning coffee. She stood in line, her mind miles away, and barely registered the friendly barista taking her order. It was only when the barista called her name and she nearly knocked over her latte that she snapped back to reality, blushing with embarrassment. As she continued her walk to work, Nicole couldn't help but feel a spring in her step. The memories of the night before had put a certain glow in her cheeks, and she couldn't stop smiling. The world seemed brighter, and the bustling city around her felt like a backdrop to a love story she was living.

Throughout the day, Nicole tried to focus on her work tasks, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Pollack. She checked her phone often, hoping to see a message from him, a simple "Good morning" that would brighten her day. But the hours passed, and her phone remained silent.

As the afternoon dragged on, Nicole's patience began to wear thin. She couldn't understand why Pollack hadn't messaged her yet. The desire to hear from him was overwhelming. Finally, in the middle of a seemingly endless meeting, her phone dinged. She discreetly glanced at her watch, seeing the notification from Pollack on her phone. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt emotionally torn between the desire to finish the meeting and respond to him immediately. She rushed through her presentation, her words a blur, hoping that the meeting would miraculously end sooner than expected. And, blessedly, it did. As soon as the meeting concluded, Nicole quickly retrieved her phone.

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.