Chapter 2

Julia sat at her desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of her. The soft hum of the office filled the air—keyboards clicking, phones ringing, and the occasional murmur of coworkers chatting. It was all so mundane, yet Julia couldn’t shake the tension building in her chest.

She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the open-plan office. Megan’s desk wasn’t far, and the thought of her coworker’s sly grin made Julia’s stomach churn. Ever since the grocery store incident, Megan had been relentless, though her actions were subtle enough to go unnoticed by others.

“Hey, Julia,” Megan’s voice suddenly purred from behind her, making Julia jump. She turned, and there Megan was, leaning casually against her cubicle wall, a playful smirk on her face.

“Oh, hi, Megan,” Julia said nervously, shifting in her chair.

Megan’s eyes glinted mischievously as she reached over and placed a hand on Julia’s shoulder. “You’re looking tense. Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” Julia replied quickly, her voice tight. She turned back to her screen, hoping Megan would take the hint and leave.

But Megan wasn’t so easily deterred. She leaned closer, her breath warm against Julia’s ear. “You know,” she murmured, “I can always help you relax.”

Before Julia could respond, Megan’s hand slid down her arm, brushing against her side in a way that sent a jolt of panic through her. Julia stiffened, her cheeks flushing as she gripped the edge of her desk.

Megan chuckled softly and straightened up, giving Julia a playful pat on the shoulder. “Lighten up, Julia. It’s just some friendly teasing.”

Julia forced a smile, though her heart was racing. “Right. Thanks, Megan.”

Megan lingered for a moment longer, her gaze lingering on Julia’s chest. “By the way,” she added, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “you missed a couple of buttons.” Megan’s hands slid into Julia’s blouse to grab her unfettered breasts. Julia moaned quietly as Megan pulled and pinched Julia’s nipples.

Julia’s eyes darted down to her blouse, her breath hitching as she realized the bouse was open to the button below her breasts; Megan’s manipulation of Julia’s breasts had opened her blouse, leaving her bra-less chest fully exposed. She fumbled to fix it, her hands shaking.

Megan laughed lightly and walked away, her heels clicking against the floor. “See you at lunch,” she called over her shoulder.

Julia watched her go, her face burning with embarrassment. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely out of her depth. She kept her head down for the rest of the day, avoiding Megan and anyone else who might notice her flustered state.

By the time the workday ended, Julia was exhausted, not from the tasks on her to-do list but from the constant vigilance required to navigate Megan’s games. As she packed up her things and headed for the door, she couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could endure this new dynamic.

Julia stretched at her desk as the day wound down, glancing at the clock. Just a little longer until she could leave. She sighed and stood, smoothing her business skirt over her thighs. The suit felt formal, almost stifling, especially since she wasn’t allowed to wear anything underneath. The thought made her cheeks flush, though no one else seemed to notice.

She grabbed her phone and headed toward the restroom, hoping for a brief reprieve from the day’s tension. But as she stepped out of her cubicle, she felt a sudden tug at the back of her skirt. A soft zip reached her ears before the fabric slid down her legs and pooled around her ankles.

Julia gasped, instinctively clutching at the hem of her jacket to cover herself. She spun around to find Megan standing there, smirking, the zipper tab still in her hand.

“Megan! What are you—” Julia stammered, her face burning.

“You won’t need this,” Megan said with a wink, plucking the skirt off the floor. “You can have it back when you’re done in the restroom.”

“Megan, give it back!” Julia hissed, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. Thankfully, most of the office seemed preoccupied with their end-of-day tasks.

“Nope.” Megan waved the skirt like a trophy. “Now, off you go. Wouldn’t want to keep the restroom waiting, would you?”

Julia stared at her, dumbfounded, but Megan simply smiled and sauntered away, leaving Julia standing there, humiliated and exposed. She tugged her jacket down as far as it would go, grateful that it and her blouse were just long enough to cover the essentials. With her heart pounding, she turned toward the restroom and started walking.

Halfway there, Julia’s worst fear came true. “Julia!” a voice called. She froze in place, forcing a strained smile as her immediate supervisor approached. Mrs. Daniels was a no-nonsense kind of woman, and Julia’s stomach churned as she stopped in front of her.

“Everything okay?” she asked, her tone polite but curious.

“Y-yes!” Julia replied, her voice a little too high-pitched. “Just, um, heading to the restroom.”

Mrs. Daniels frowned slightly but didn’t comment on her lack of a skirt. Her gaze never left her face, though the tension in the air was palpable. “Alright,” she said after a moment. “Don’t take too long. We’ve got that end-of-day report to wrap up.”

“Yes, sir,” Julia said, nodding quickly. “I’ll be right back.”

He gave her a curt nod and walked away, leaving Julia trembling. She hurried the rest of the way to the restroom, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Inside, Julia slumped against the wall, taking a deep breath. She’d made it. But as she turned to compose herself, the door swung open, and Megan stepped in, grinning like the cat who’d caught the canary.

“Well, well,” Megan teased, leaning against the sink. “How was your chat with Daniels? Bet that was fun.”

“Megan,” Julia hissed, her voice low but furious. “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, I think it’s hilarious,” Megan said, sauntering closer. “Talking to your boss while you’re bottomless? Priceless.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “But I think we can make this even better.”

Before Julia could react, Megan’s hands darted forward, unbuttoning the front of Julia’s jacket and blouse in quick succession. Julia gasped, trying to pull them closed, but Megan was too quick, slipping the fabric open to fully expose her bare breasts and abdomen.

“Megan! Stop!” Julia pleaded, her voice a frantic whisper.

“Relax,” Megan said, her tone almost cheerful. “It’s the end of the day. Everyone’s busy. No one’s going to notice.” She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Now, off you go. Wouldn’t want to keep your desk waiting.”

Julia glared at Megan, her cheeks blazing, but there was nothing she could do. Clutching her open jacket as tightly as she could, she pushed past Megan and left the restroom, her heart racing with every step.

The walk back to her desk felt like an eternity. Every second, she expected someone to look up and notice her state of undress, to comment on her exposed body. Her blouse and jacket flapped slightly as she walked, barely covering her breasts and leaving her completely vulnerable below the waist.

When she finally reached her desk, she grabbed her skirt from where Megan had draped it over her chair. With trembling hands, she buttoned her blouse and jacket before quickly slipping the skirt back on. Only then did she collapse into her chair, her face buried in her hands as she tried to process what had just happened.

Across the office, Megan gave her a little wave and a wink, her grin as wide as ever. Julia stared at her, a mix of anger and humiliation bubbling in her chest. One thing was certain: Megan wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

Julia stepped off the elevator onto her floor, glancing nervously up and down the empty hallway. Her pulse quickened as she set her purse down and unbuttoned her blouse. It had become a nightly routine, one she hated but complied with automatically now. With trembling fingers, she removed her blouse and folded it neatly, placing it atop her purse.

Next came her skirt. The zipper slid down easily, and the fabric pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it, her face burning as she stood in her heels, exposed in the barren hallway. She grabbed her purse and clothes and walked to her apartment door, her bare skin prickling at the thought of anyone stepping off the elevator behind her.

Once inside, she set her belongings on the entryway table and immediately reached for the collar resting on its stand. Without hesitation, she clasped it around her neck, shivering slightly as the lock clicked into place. The faint pressure of the needles against her skin was a familiar reminder of the power it held over her.

“Julia,” Master Dominic’s voice greeted her through the speakers. “Take your clothes to your bedroom and return to the living room for your hour of yoga.”

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, picking up her folded clothes and heading to the bedroom. She carefully set them in the designated pile of garments she was allowed to wear outside the apartment, then returned to the living room.

The cameras whirred softly as they adjusted to track her movements. Julia unrolled her yoga mat and knelt on it, waiting for the familiar voice to guide her through the evening’s session. As she moved through the poses, she felt the now-familiar mix of discomfort, exposure, and grudging acceptance. Each stretch and bend reminded her of how far her life had shifted from normalcy.

After the session, she rose on shaky legs, her body glistening with sweat. The collar’s weight felt heavier than usual as she walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The hot water soothed her sore muscles, and she took a moment to let her head rest against the cool tile. But even in the privacy of the shower, the cameras’ red lights flashed in her mind, a constant reminder that she was never truly alone.

Dinner followed—a simple meal she prepared quickly and ate in silence. As she washed her dishes, Master Dominic’s voice returned.

“Julia,” he said, his tone calm but commanding. “Your progress has been noted, and I’ve decided it’s time for additional support.”

Julia froze, her hands clutching the sponge tightly. “Support, Master?” she asked, her voice cautious.

“Yes. Someone has been called to assist with your training,” Dominic replied. “They’ll arrive first thing in the morning. Be ready to meet them.”

Her stomach churned. “May I ask who it is, Master?”

“That’s not your concern right now,” Dominic said firmly. “You’ll meet them soon enough. For now, finish your tasks and prepare for bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

As she cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, her mind raced with possibilities. Who could it be? What would their role in her training entail? The idea of someone else being involved made her chest tighten with apprehension. But as she climbed into bed that night, the collar still snug around her neck, she knew there was no way to avoid what was coming.

Julia stirred as the faint sound of movement reached her ears. Still groggy, she blinked, trying to focus on the dimly lit room. A figure stood at the foot of her bed, and her heart leaped into her throat.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” came a familiar, teasing voice.

Julia bolted upright, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Megan?” she stammered, her voice thick with disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

Before Julia could process what was happening, Megan reached down and yanked the covers from the bed, leaving Julia completely exposed. She gasped, instinctively pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around herself.

“Get up,” Megan ordered, her tone light but firm. “You’ve got breakfast to make.”

Julia’s cheeks burned, her mind struggling to catch up. “Megan! What are you doing in my apartment? How did you even get in here?”

Megan grinned, crossing her arms as she leaned casually against the bedpost. “Relax, Jules. Your Master invited me. He thought you might need a little extra ... guidance. So, here I am.”

Julia’s stomach twisted. “Guidance? What does that mean?”

Megan waved a hand dismissively. “We’ll get to that. But first, breakfast. I’m starving, and you’ve got work to do.”

“Megan—” Julia began, but Megan cut her off with a sharp look.

“Up,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

Reluctantly, Julia slid out of bed, her face flushed with embarrassment as she stood naked in front of Megan. She felt Megan’s eyes on her, and the scrutiny made her skin prickle. Trying to maintain what little dignity she had left, Julia hurried past her and headed to the kitchen.

The kitchen felt oddly small with Megan’s presence looming behind her. Julia busied herself with making breakfast, her hands shaking slightly as she cracked eggs into a pan. Megan leaned against the counter, watching her with a smug expression.

“You’ve got a cute little place,” Megan said, her tone casual. “Cozy. Though I imagine it feels a bit different now with all the cameras.” Julia clenched her jaw, refusing to respond.