I seem to be managing Tim as well as Rachel now, which is sort of fun as he gets really shy the more flirty I get. And because of Mel’s rules I’m feeling very flirty right now! And I’ve got a lunch meeting with Jo next week to talk more about career stuff.

The thing with work at the moment is it’s one of the few places that I can’t just get naked and free, so I’m waiting until home time so I can dump my clothes in the hallway. This evening I went and pulled the curtains after I got in and Alison across the road waved to me, and it’s funny that now even my neighbours don’t seem to care too much about me being nude!

I sort of did it today, in that I told Ha that Mel was going to be doing some life-coaching for me and in return I’d be doing her tax returns. She just said that she knew Mel liked me the first time we’d met, but I don’t how because all I remember was that she was shocked and asked me lots of questions, and the second time we met she almost seemed a bit cold towards me. I’m not sure Mel is right, but then I guess she must like me in some way otherwise I can’t believe I’d be sitting naked in her apartment every week.

I had a meeting with Jo today and she said I needed to think about what I wanted to do with my future career. I was worried for a second, but she said there were lots of directions I could take but I’d need to start working towards something now. It seems like everyone’s giving me advice at the moment! I guess I should just try and listen.

And if I wasn’t sucker for enough punishment, I even made it to Pilates this evening. It was an intense abs session and I can feel it’s going to hurt tomorrow…

I really should say something to Ha about seeing Mel but I don’t know where to start, and more importantly I don’t know where to stop. How do I explain that I seem to have slipped into being some kind of sub relationship whilst at the same time doing the accounts? So I still haven’t said anything, but Ha did ask me if I was seeing anyone and I had to say I wasn’t, because I’m still not sure if I even am.

But then I’m still at home with a grin on my face thinking about it all, and if Mel hadn’t told me I wasn’t allowed to masturbate during the week I’d be doing exactly that right now.

I’ve completed my first run through Mel’s accounts, and it was a wholly bizarre and incredibly charged experience.

I wore my new coat to work today, the one with the nice snug neck, but obviously with clothes underneath. But when it was time to leave I went into the bathroom and put my trousers and blouse into my bag and left in just the coat and shoes. When Mel buzzed me in I went upstairs, took the coat off and knocked on the door. An age passed, as usual, before she came, looked me up and down, nodded as if in approval and I followed her in.

She was in a pair of black shorts, opaque tights and a black top that zipped down the front. She’s got such an amazing figure that you wouldn’t believe.

Anyway, I took my shoes off and followed her into her kitchen, and then she said “Let’s get you chained to a desk then.” She wasn’t joking.

This time I took the seat at the computer and Mel said that while I was working for her I was to wear a uniform. This seemed to consist of the same metal hand and ankle cuffs she had put on me before, plus a smooth, shiny collar around my neck. Then she pulled some chains from another drawer and said depending on what I was doing these would stop me from wandering. One chain was linked to both ankle cuffs – much shorter than last time so I would barely be able to walk – and another ran from a loop in the collar to a loop between my feet. Not only couldn’t I walk, but I wouldn’t be able to stand. Finally the cuffs around my wrist were also chained together, just wide enough for me to be able to reach computer keyboard and mouse at the same time.

It was incredibly erotic and only took around a minute, and then Mel pulled the chair closer, leaned across me to reach the mouse, and began to show me her accounts.

It was hard to concentrate because all I could think of was how I was naked and chained and pretty much helpless, and every movement seemed to touch a new piece of cold steel to my skin. Mel seemed oblivious as she explained her client list, receipts and expenses.

She asked how long I thought it would take. I said more than one session, but after about three or four it would only require a little bit every couple of weeks. She nodded, stood, and I was left to it.

Somehow working nude had been my fantasy, but this wasn’t entirely how I thought it would be. For a start, I was alone again, and for another thing I had never pictured the chains.

Whenever I had a question I had to call Mel in. She answered, and then she left again.

I was working for nearly an hour before she returned again. She had me show her what I’d done as she stood beside me, and I was intensely conscious of her body as she put one hand on my shoulder.

I began to walk her through the system I was setting up, and as I spoke her hand softly stroked my collar bone. My breathing became deeper and I found myself sitting upright in the chair.

Soon her hand moved a little lower, closer to my breast, and I had trouble keeping my speech steady as eventually her fingers found their way to my nipple. The sensation was intense as she pressed it gently and then, with her other hand, she began to caress my other breast.

I stopped talking and Mel stopped stroking.

“I won’t carry on if you can’t,” she said.

I didn’t know how I was going to manage it, but I didn’t want her to stop.

I talked about tax deductibles and VAT as her hand ran down my body and across my pelvis, and it was hard to talk and breath and focus on her touch at the same time, and then her hand slipped between my thighs and my voice rose a few notes, but somehow I continued. And then the details of spending categorisation became interwoven with gasps as her finger pressed between my legs.

It was almost impossible to talk now, yet for the few seconds that I stopped Mel did too, and I didn’t want that.

Thankfully, when my orgasm came and I could talk no more, Mel continued to caress my body. It felt so good and I was completely lost in the moment, and somehow a few minutes later I was half-slumped in the office chair with my feet and hands still chained. Again, I felt somewhat embarrassed, and even a little humiliated, as Mel stood beside me, fully clothed and entirely dominant. But the embarrassment was worth it, and now I’m back home and ready for bed I still can’t stop smiling when I think back on the evening.

If anything, after another visit to the neighbours I’m even more curious.

As before, Russ greeted me at the door and led me up to their flat, and as before Alison was sitting on the sofa and invited me to sit beside her. This time I was slightly more prepared and wore my “Sunday best”, which is to say a pair of smart trousers and a nicer top. Alison was in a skirt and knee-high leather boots, which seemed overkill for indoors.

This time at least Russ sat down some of the time, but he still didn’t say much, and didn’t have tea, but he did bring me a delicious piece of Victoria sponge that Alison had made.

Then at some point Alison said she knew we would get on because she could tell from seeing me across the street that I was the non-judgemental type and had a lot of self-confidence. I asked her what made her say that, because it seems miles from the truth, and she said, frankly, that anyone who was happy to walk around with nothing on and not care who saw her was a very confident person in her book.

I didn’t really know what to say, because despite the fact she’s seen me walking around naked, and I know she’s seen me walking around naked, it’s just not something you expect to be brought up in conversation.

And then she told me about a holiday they’d had in Croatia this year at a “clothing optional” resort, and she said she realised she just loved hanging around with the sort of people who don’t mind showing off their bodies. I asked her if she had stripped off and she said no, absolutely not, but Russ had for the whole week, in all the areas of the resort that it was allowed, which was everywhere except the bar and restaurant.

Well, then she grabbed an iPad from the table and I was shown the holiday photos and told how much I’d like it there. But I was too distracted by seeing Russ in all his naked glory, close up and sometimes mildly aroused, sometimes not, standing beside Alison wearing a variety of summer dresses and sarongs. Like them seeing me nude, I know I’ve seen Russ from a distance, but having his partner show me the pictures of him naked was just… not what I expected.

Russ didn’t say anything the whole time, except nodding when Alison asked him a question about where one of the photos was taken.

After that it was as if the floodgates had opened, and she said how lucky she was to meet someone else who realised that nudity wasn’t just about sex, and just because other women had seen Russ nude it didn’t mean he was available to them. I said I couldn’t agree more and I’d never think that just because someone was naked it meant that we were about to have sex, and Alison said that was really good to hear “wasn’t it Russ” (nod).

So, she said, it was a shame she hadn’t realised for so long, because she had worried about upsetting me if I saw Russ walking around in the nude, but when she saw me do the same she realised it was okay and I’d understand. I nodded and said I understood perfectly, and maybe I did (or do), but I’m not quite sure.

But with time passing apparently they had to go to her parents for dinner, so we exchanged a kiss on the cheek and Russ showed me downstairs again and I came home.

I saw them leave and felt better about walking around in the nude again knowing that they wouldn’t take it as a sign of anything that the first thing I’d done when I got home was leap out of my clothes.

Still, it’s amazing what you can find out about people in the strangest of ways.