She puts her hair in a ponytail because if she wore it out all she would be able to think about is you grabbing a handful of it and dragging her head back.
She wears high stockings because anything less and her legs would be quivering from thinking about how you licked every inch of them.
Her makeup is the face she shows the world, but without it she just begs to be your dirty little slut, so she needs to be contained.
Her lipstick is thick and put on perfectly and gets compliments but she's dying to get home so you can grab her face and smear it on the side of her face and tell her what a beautiful slut she is.
That choker matches her top, elegantly styled, but it's because she misses your hand there all day and the slight pressure teases her with thoughts on how you almost made her pass out last night...and the night before...and the night before.
Her skirt, just above the knee and styled for power, only because she wants to be able to fall to her knees when you tell her to kneel as soon as she gets home.
Her office isn't cold, be she wears a jacket because the rope marks on her forearms might spark some lunch room gossip.
Gaze at her, educated, strong, eloquent, put together like a corporate goddess. But that is all you get to see, that is all you deserve to know, as behind that vale, she is HIS dirty little slut waiting to beg, waiting to clutch his leg, waiting to be told, waiting to be punished, waiting to thank him each time she orgasms, waiting to say "yes daddy".
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