Really, it was more than a feeling that Jon was experiencing. It was a compulsion. It had begun the moment Beth had said, "Put this on," handing him the bra, and had grown every second since.
Standing alone in his office, the hot pink, lacy push-up bra dangling from his fingers, he tried to resist. He knew that it was a simple matter of doing something else, thinking of something else, but no matter what he tried, his mind was drawn to the bra, to images of his hands fastening it behind his back, to the phantom feeling of its tightness around his chest...
Shaking his head, Steve realized that his hands were already unbuttoning his shirt in preparation of donning the undergarment.
"Stop it!" he told himself, hoping that a command from himself would have the same effect commands from other people seemed to be having.
It didn't.
Would it be so bad to put the bra on? Steve thought, It would only be until he could get home and figure out what was going on. After all, Beth had mentioned a spanking, and he didn't really relish that idea.
"Of course it would be so bad!" He responded to his own thoughts out loud, with a hint of doubt in his voice. Already he was beginning to sweat, his breath was getting short, and his eyes were beginning to have a difficult time focusing.
In his mind, the words PUT THIS ON... PUT THIS ON... PUT THIS ON... began to scream. He brought his hands to his temples, the bra dangling over his face from his left hand, and tried to clear his thoughts, but it was no use.
His right hand crept down, loosened his tie, then made quick work of his buttons. After shucking off his shirt, as if he'd been doing it his whole life, Steve slipped the hot pink, lace push-up bra on, fastening it behind his back.
He wanted to take it off, but he couldn't make himself. Every time he brought his hands up again to unfasten it, they went limp. He'd been instructed to put it on, and so on it would stay.
Resigned, Steve grabbed his shirt and tie and got redressed, knowing full well that the hot pink bra would be fully visible beneath his shirt, hoping that his day would end soon.
