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C's phone chimed with an incoming message, and she held her breath as she read D's response. He informed her that she had been naughty and would need to be punished for her indiscretion. C couldn't quite discern whether his tone was one of genuine anger or playful admonishment, but she knew the consequences of her actions were now unavoidable.

Her punishment, D decreed, was that she would be forbidden to experience the sweet release of climax until their business trip. C's heart raced as she contemplated the implications of this edict. Knowing her master's penchant for teasing and pushing her to the brink, she understood that the coming days would be filled with an escalating intensity of desire and denial.

She could already imagine D's deft fingers tracing along her sensitive skin, the low murmur of his voice as he whispered illicit thoughts into her ear, and the way he would expertly bring her to the edge of ecstasy only to deny her the fulfilment she craved. The thought of it left her simultaneously trembling with anticipation and aching with longing.

C's thoughts swirled around the impending shopping trip on Saturday, and she couldn't help but shiver with trepidation as she considered how the punishment might amplify the already intense experience. In just two days, she would be accompanying her master on a journey to select the delicate and enticing undergarments that would adorn her body during their business trip.

She knew that the excursion would be fraught with temptation, as the luxurious fabrics and seductive designs would only serve to heighten her ever-present arousal. The silky lace and smooth satin would tease her sensitive skin, and she could already envision the way her master's fingers would trace over the garments, guiding her toward the most provocative selections.

As the weekend drew nearer, C couldn't help but hope that her master might show a modicum of mercy amid the inevitable torment. Perhaps he would grant her a brief reprieve, a fleeting moment of relief, in recognition of her dutiful obedience. The mere thought of this possibility sent a shiver of excitement racing through her, further stoking the fire that burned within her.

C found herself simultaneously dreading and anticipating the shopping trip, her mind a whirlwind of desire and uncertainty. She knew that the journey would be a test of her resilience and submission, a dance of control and longing that would push her to the very edge of her limits. As Saturday approached, C steeled herself for the delicious torment that awaited her, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

As the torturous days leading up to Saturday unfolded, C found herself ensnared in the unyielding grip of her master's unrelenting game. Each tantalizing touch and whispered command stoked the fires of her desire to an unbearable fever pitch. The mounting frustration took its toll on her demeanour, causing her to snap at her colleagues with an uncharacteristic harshness. Yet in the presence of her master, she maintained the facade of a perfectly submissive servant.

When Saturday morning finally arrived, C's phone chimed with the anticipated instructions from her master. He directed her to don a long black dress for their evening rendezvous, one that featured a plunging neckline and a daringly high slit. As she rifled through her wardrobe, she realized that she possessed dresses with either a plunging neckline or a high slit, but not one that boasted both features. In the absence of explicit guidance from her master, she was left to make the decision herself.

C also contemplated the matter of her undergarments, as her master had not provided any specific directions on this front. In the end, she opted to make her own choice, feeling the weight of the decision as she prepared herself for the evening.

After much deliberation, C decided to wear the black dress with the plunging neckline, as it left little to the imagination and displayed the curve of her breasts enticingly. She paired the dress with a delicate lace thong, which was her own choice in the absence of explicit instructions from her master. As she slipped into the dress, she felt a surge of excitement and anticipation for the evening ahead.

In an effort to add a touch of sophistication to her ensemble, C chose a pair of strappy black heels that accentuated her toned legs. She applied her makeup with an expert hand, opting for a smoky eye and a bold red lip that perfectly complemented her sultry attire. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, framing her delicate features.