I watched Orchid walk out of the office, having given her, her first orders. A natural event for boss/employee but also a subtle introduction to the eventual obedience I would demand of her.

I left the presentation running and buzzed Angie into my office. She came up to my desk, her eyes flicking up to the screen, took out her PDA and knelt before me. I stroked her hair and gave her instructions to follow for while I was away. But I decided to save my energies, just to whet my appetite a bit, so I sent her home to her husband for the night.

The next day Angie was waiting in the limo when it picked me up. While we went to pick Orchid up at her apartment I had Angie tell me about her evening… and had her show me her new stripes. Lovely. She made herself presentable again as we made the last turn towards Orchid’s building.

Orchid was ready and waiting as the limo rolled up, her wheelie bag in hand. Angie stepped out and took her bag from her as the trunk popped and stowed the bag while Orchid climbed in. I had no doubt that Angie had quickly rummaged through the bag and removed the bulk of Orchid’s clothing… so it would look like it had accidentally opened and spilled. All that would remain would be a few random underclothes and toiletries… I knew Angie would do a thorough job of it.

We arrived at the airport and drove directly onto the tarmac and stopped by my corporate jet. I helped Orchid up the stairs and we settled in while the luggage was brought on board. She seemed very excited, her first time in a private jet. We were served some breakfast, hers being slightly laced with a soporific, not enough to knock her out, just to dull her senses and lower her inhibitions.

I told her that we would meet the clients for dinner. I suggested she show me what she had brought with her and when she realized her luggage had accidentally opened, she became frantic.

“That’s no problem Orchid, there’s a complete wardrobe on board. Why don’t you look through it and try on a few things, find something appropriate.”

Of course, if Angie had done a good job, there would be only a few totally inappropriate choices of dresses, some very revealing, some she wouldn’t be able to wear without a corset, which had also been provided. The only shoes that would fit Orchid were the very high heels, all with ankle cuffs, in a variety of colors, stockings, garters, a selection of revealing thongs and swimwear.

There was also a drawer full of a selection of collars, cuffs and various restraints. It would be interesting to see her reaction to those as well.

As Orchid went into the separate dressing area, I flicked on the video monitor and settled in to watch.