I start Michelle's training with some things to think about.
Training Michelle – Day 1
Once her parents had left Michelle with me she went inside and immediately stripped as her slave contract required. We hadn’t had much time together with all the activities around her high school graduation, so I hadn’t seen her naked in two weeks, and it took me a long minute to just stand and admire her beautiful young body.
“Well, what are we going to do first?” She asked. She tried to be innocent, but there was an edge of lust in her voice.
“We’re not going to do anything. You are going to go to your rooms, unpack your stuff and put away everything that’s not clothes. Your clothes you are going to sort on your bed by type, slacks, skirts, dresses, jeans, and the rest. When you finish you will shower and make sure you are ready for me. Then you’ll come up here and let me know and we’ll go through your clothes to see what you keep, what we pitch, and what we need for you to buy.”
Michelle had stepped up close to me, and was clearly disappointed. She gave a little pout and asked, “Are you sure that’s what you want?” She reached up for the buttons on my shirt.
I grabbed her hands and held them away from me. “Yes, very sure. We need to sort your clothes and make some decisions, and you need to start practicing self-control. I told you before, this is about much more than sex. Any more argument and there’s a good chance you won’t enjoy the result.”
Michelle turned away and headed to her rooms. I knew she’d be busy for a while and I had some work to finish anyway. She would be a tremendous asset in my work, and a delightful slave when we weren’t working, but there were going to be some discipline issues to settle. I turned on the monitors in Michelle’s rooms while I worked and watched her unpack her possessions. She was fairly efficient at it, she simply opened each box, set it in the appropriate room, and decided where everything should go. Several boxes went to her bathroom, as I expected. A couple of large boxes contained shoes, which she first put away in the closet, then pulled back out and aligned next to the bed. An impressive and correct decision.
She emptied a few more boxes onto her dresser and chests and then started sorting her clothes. By this time I had completed the projects I needed to and went and showered myself. I dressed simply and casually, Michelle needed to become accustomed to being the only one naked. By the time I came back Michelle was in the shower. I watched while she prepared herself carefully in the hope of convincing me that I needed to have sex with her tonight. I smiled at the thought that she could control me. When she finished she went back into the bedroom and checked through the piles of clothes on the bed, obviously confirming that she’d sorted them properly. I watched as she turned and came upstairs and shut off the monitors.
“Rich? Master, I’m ready for you to go through my clothes with me.” She said from the doorway.
“Very good. Then let’s go see what you have and what you need.” Michelle had already sorted her panties by those which met the requirements of the contract and those which didn’t. I looked at the piles, the larger by far she could keep. I looked through the other pile and found a couple of pairs which I felt would be attractive for special occasions and added them to the pile to keep of thongs and g-strings. “Okay, these you can put away. This pile goes.”
Michelle simply scooped up one pile and put it in a drawer, the other she dropped in the trash. I started on the pile of bras. There seemed to be a small number of styles with a range of colors and patterns in each. I looked them over and dismissed the majority. “These are attractive and you can keep them for special occasions.” I indicated the smaller pile. “These go.” I pointed to the much larger pile. “You’re going to need something for support when you work out, none of these are adequate.” I cupped her breasts in my hands. “And you don’t want these lovely mounds to sag and flop sooner than absolutely necessary.” I flicked her nipples and she moaned appreciatively. I removed my hands and indicated the piles again.
“Yes sir.” She put the piles in the appropriate places. We went through all her clothes in a similar fashion. Most of her clothes were casual, and would do for casual wear, but she had entered a new world, and she’d dress far less casually when she dressed at all from now on. Some of her skirts and blouses were acceptable and a couple of her dresses, there weren’t many dresses. She had more than twenty pairs of jeans, I made her choose half. Much the same with t-shirts. She had no nice lingerie at all. When we were finished we had a large pile of clothes for a charity donation, a few items I allowed her to keep for sentimental reasons but which were not to be worn without permission, and a little less than half of what she’d brought had been put in the dresser and closet.
The entire process took over two hours. I had her try on several items when I wasn’t certain from looking, about half of those had been eliminated. When we finished I explained what she’d be wearing, when she was allowed to dress. “We will get you some professional dresses, both for wear here when clients come to my office and for wear to school. I know what I want for styles for you, remember, since you’ll not be usually wearing underwear, you’ll need your outerwear to provide some support.” We smiled at each other. “I have a friend who will make clothes to fit you properly. I will rarely want you to dress provocatively, but you will always be dressed suitably, especially when we’re seen together.”
“Yes sir.” She ducked her head and blushed.
“I also want you to go out and get some nice lingerie. Not just bras and panties, but real lingerie which shows off your body when seen, and remains functional when not. Remember, you will not wear pantyhose. When you require stockings you will wear them, so you will need what are known as garter or suspender belts, and of course the stockings that go with them. A few other things that I’ll put on a list, camisoles and even a couple of teddies for special occasions. We can shop on-line to help you get some ideas, but I’ll want to take you shopping to select the ones I want you to buy.”
Michelle looked at me and smiled. “But I don’t have much money. And I won’t make that much.”
“Oh. I almost forgot.” I pulled the credit card from my desk drawer. “Here’s a card in your name. The bill comes to me and I’ll pay it. I don’t think you’ll find a reasonable way to exceed your credit limit. Use it for whatever you need or I direct.”
Michelle took the card gingerly. “Thank you, sir. I hardly know what to say.”
“Thank you is enough for now. Part of my responsibility as your master is to provide for all your needs. That allows you access to the money you require. Use it for your college fees, books, whatever is necessary. Also for whatever clothes you need after our time this afternoon.” I smiled at her. There was a tear running down her cheek.
She jumped and hugged me tightly and kissed me. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I will do my best to earn all that you’ve already given me. Thank you.” More kisses.
I unwrapped her arms. “Okay. First things first, let’s get some dinner. Then we can look at teaching you your duties as a slave.”
“Should I cook?”
“Not tonight. Let’s order something in. I’d like to admire you just as you are for tonight. We’ll also go out pretty regularly so that I can teach you some public lessons, but for tonight something private at home. Do you have a preference?”
“Pizza?” She asked, hesitantly.
“Pizza it is. What’s your favorite?” I placed the order, then thought of a little fun. “Here’s the money and the tip. When the pizza delivery gets here you can go to the door and pay him.”
“What can I put on?”
“What you have on. Is there a problem?”
Michelle’s entire body blushed. She shook her head. “No master. I’d just never considered doing something like that. There really aren’t a lot of guys who’ve seen me naked. I‘d never considered just answering the door naked for pizza.”
“It’s the way you’ll be dressed here. Remember, unless I tell you to dress, you’ll always be naked in this house. That includes answering the door if I tell you to.”
When the pizza delivery arrived Michelle went to the door and opened it a crack. She started to hand the money through and glanced at me, where I stood out of view. I shook my head and she swung the door completely open, exposing her body fully. The pizza guy was frozen in place. Michelle smiled innocently, holding the money out. “The pizza?”
The poor kid continued to stare while he fumbled with the boxes. He handed Michelle the pizzas and took the money, still gaping at her. “What’s wrong? Never seen a girl naked before?”
I could see him shake his head “no”. Michelle just looked at him. “Thank you, sir. You can keep the change.” She turned to let him admire her back too and announced. “Sir, the pizza is here.”
Only then did she push the door carefully closed with her heel. She brought the pizza to the kitchen, while we listened to the poor kid go to the car and depart. I looked at her and smiled. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Actually, I did. I was a little nervous at first, as you could tell. But once you made it clear that I had to show myself to him it was pretty easy. Do I really look that good? That poor kid about lost it right there on your porch.”
I set out glasses and plates while she opened pizza boxes. As we served ourselves I answered. “Yes Michelle, you really do look that good. If he truly has never seen a girl naked in person he’s got a pretty high standard to judge by now.” I smiled at her blush. “On the other hand, you are going to be naked a lot from now on, and often in front of people you’ve only just been introduced to, so you need to be prepared for that.”
We sat down at the table to eat and I continued. “Just consider the situation right now. You are naked while I’m dressed. You will find this to be the way things usually are while you’re here. When I have guests you will rarely be allowed to dress. Unless decorum demands it. That means it will not be unusual for you to be the only one naked in front of up to a dozen people at a time. I’m sure you’ll become quite accustomed to it in time, and it will start to seem odd to wear clothes here in the house when you must.”
We ate slowly, Michelle often silent as she considered what she’d agreed to. “What about when I have to dress quickly?”
“We will have a few dresses in the closet in my office for you to slip into when decorum demands. A couple of what you have will do for the next few days, until we can get you some more appropriate. You can step in, slip a dress and shoes on, and be ready to go to the door in a couple of minutes.” I nodded. “With the isolation of this house and the security system we will always know well in advance when you need to be dressed.”
Michelle considered all this in silence. Since she finished ahead of me she began straightening the kitchen. I took my plate and glass and put them in the dishwasher. She was staring out the kitchen window, watching the last rays of the sun play on the trees behind the house. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her gently and held her close.
“It’s so beautiful here.” She lay her head on my shoulder. “I love you so much and I’m so thankful for what you’re doing for me.” She turned her head and we kissed tenderly.
“Michelle, you will earn everything you get here. You will also learn my craft, that I’ve become fairly well known at, and eventually, if you’re careful, you will inherit my entire business, if not my entire estate.”
“But you’re famous for your work. How will I ever get to that?”
“As my selected assistant and designated heir to my business you’ll learn from me and my clients will become your clients. In time you’ll do more of the work and your reputation will rival my own. At that point I will cede the majority of the work to you.”
Michelle turned in my arms. “Thank you again. So much. It’s hard to believe that I can ever replace you.”
“It will take years. You may stay here as my assistant, possibly even as my slave that entire time. When the time comes you’ll know, as will I. Until then, your training as a slave starts today. Your training as my assistant will wait until Monday morning. Go downstairs and get ready for bed. When you’re ready come back up here and we’ll do a little on-line shopping. Tomorrow morning we’ll make an early trip to start your new wardrobe.”
“Do I have to sleep downstairs?”
“No Michelle. I assume you’ll usually sleep with me, unless there is some specific reason I send you away. As far as I’m concerned the only reason the covers on your bed downstairs need get pulled down is to shake the dust from them. Or when you invite a young friend over to let them sample your talents.”
“Why would I want anyone but you?”
“I want you to have other young lovers. Both for the experience, and also because since I’m going to share you with my friends, I also hope you’ll be generous enough to share some of your young friends with me.”
“Oh. I hadn’t thought about that.”
“It’s okay. Now downstairs. If you want to keep spares in the bathroom up here you may, we can buy them tomorrow. For tonight I only saw one of everything in your bath, so downstairs it is.” I turned her and gave her ass a swat. She giggled and wiggled away towards the stairs.
While she was gone I called a dear friend and sometime lover who happened to run a lingerie store. I made an appointment for a private opening two hours early so that I could have Michelle model what I selected for proper fit. Then I called my seamstress friend and made a second appointment for later in the day. By that time Michelle was back.
“Alright then, let’s look at some examples of what I want you to buy. I pulled up a couple of my favorite on-line catalogs. These are garter belts. They were originally worn by lots of young women to hold up stockings, back before panty hose. They fell out of favor, for a lot of reasons, but many men still appreciate them. Can you see why?”
“Well, for one, they allow a woman’s body to be more accessible, and they frame her crotch nicely.”
“Very good Michelle. When you have a need to wear stockings on your legs, this is how you will support them. We will buy you an assortment, of colors and styles, and stockings to go with them. You have wonderful legs, very nice and smooth.” I stopped and stroked her thigh. “But there will be occasions where stockings will be appropriate, and then you’ll wear these.”
Michelle smiled at me. “You’ll like that won’t you?”
“Yes, very much. I also have some friends who really enjoy watching a young woman in garter belt and stockings, and when we entertain them you will also wear a set.”
“By entertain you mean..?”
“I mean you will display yourself to them for a time when they visit wearing just these. If they desire to, they will be allowed to have sex with you. They will almost certainly desire to, and they’ll want you to wear the stockings and garter belt while they do.”
“Does that bother you?”
“No. Well, a little, but not a lot.” Michelle looked at me. “I know what the contract said, but I thought maybe it wasn’t true. You really are going to share me with your friends.” She looked deep into my eyes, and I saw the first realization of what she’d promised. “And you really do expect me to bring my friends home to share with you.”
“All true Michelle. Does that make a difference now that it’s clearer?”
She thought a moment. “No. No difference, Master.”
“That’s better. Now let’s look at some dresses in a style I think will highlight your features well and still maintain decorum in public.”
We shopped a little longer but Michelle was getting restless. “I know it’s been a big day for you. Would you like to go cuddle up on the couch and relax?”
“Yes. Please Master, may we cuddle a while?”
I closed the computer and stripped off my shirt. We sat down and found a movie we could agree on. Michelle snuggled against my chest and watched as I stroked her body. After a while she shivered. “Are you cold?”
“Yes Master, I am a little.”
“Well no need to be silly about this. I love to look at your body, but if you’re cold you may cover up.” I pulled the afghan off the back of the couch and laid it over her.
“Thank you Master.” Shortly I realized that she’d fallen asleep. Her head sagged onto my thigh and I let her sleep. When the movie ended I gently slipped pillows under her head and slid off the couch. I went to the bedroom and turned down the bed and got myself ready. Michelle was still sleeping peacefully when I returned for her. I picked her up gently and carried her to bed, laid her down and crawled in beside her. She snuggled close without waking, and I joined her in slumber.
I awoke slowly some time later, and recalled the delight of snuggling next to Michelle’s sweet naked body. Then I realized that my sleep shorts were around my thighs and a wonderful mouth was engulfing my cock. I looked at Michelle’s head bobbing on me and smiled. I touched her hair and she looked up at me. “Good morning Master. I wanted to thank you for everything yesterday. This seemed like a good way.”
“Yes Michelle, it is a very good way, but we’ve got no time for me to return the favor and still make our appointment.”
“Please Master? Let me finish, we can do more some other time.”
“Yes, Michelle. You may finish, then we must shower and get ready to leave.”
“Oh, thank you master!” And she went back to sucking me with gusto. I had to admit, her practice over the past months had given her some talent. She worked my cock with her hands and mouth and quickly had the right rhythm to get my juices into her mouth. As my cum boiled out I held her head and moaned. She kept right on going and when I came she just swallowed every drop. She even milked my balls to make sure she got everything I could give her. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I gripped her head and lifted her off my cock.
“Enough. Please! Before you get my brain too.”
“Was that adequate Master?”
“More than adequate, Michelle. You are very talented. Now we need to get up.” I rolled her over and lay on top of her. She wiggled to get my cock at her entrance and managed to get the head inside. She moaned when I pulled it away. “You were told no!”
The alarm clock chose that moment to interrupt. “If there was time we’d have a discipline session now, but there’s not. Shower! Now! I’m going to get some coffee.”
“May I have a cup too Master? Cream and sugar. Please Master?”
I went for coffee while she showered. When I returned she was out and doing her make-up and hair. I set her coffee down and got into the shower. We were ready nearly the same time, except of course, Michelle was still naked. “What should I wear?”
“I saw a dress that will do nicely in your things. I’ll show you which one.” We went downstairs and I retrieved the dress I remembered. A simple A-line, which ended just above her knees, it was just the thing. I selected a pair of her best 3” heels and handed them to her as she slipped the dress on. “These are all you need.”
Michelle took the shoes and blushed. “I’ve never been out in public without underwear before.”
“You will often from now on. Today will be good practice.” We arrived just as Julie was opening the store.
“Thanks for meeting us Julie.” I gave her a quick kiss. “This is Michelle, my new assistant.”
Julie shook Michelle’s hand. “You are a lovely young lady, I know I have what Rich has in mind for you. Come on in and let’s see what we can find.”
As we entered Julie whispered in my ear, “A little young this time?”
“You’ll get your turn if you’d like, and I’ll explain everything.”
When we were safely locked inside Julie looked at Michelle appraisingly. “What is your hip measurement?”
“I’m not sure.” Michelle admitted.
“Well then, slide that dress off and I’ll measure you.”
Michelle undid the zipper and her dress slid to the floor. Julie just gasped and glared at me. She whipped her tape around Michelle’s hips and waist and noted the measurements. She looked back at me and said, “Let’s see what I’ve got that’s the right size.” She turned to Michelle, “Just wait here for us.”
As we walked to the front of the store where the items I wanted were displayed Julie whispered angrily, “Do you know what you’re doing?”
“Julie, calm down. I do know. She’s eighteen, so while it’s not perfect judgment, it’s perfectly legal.”
“Oh. She doesn’t look eighteen. Especially shaved like that. My god, that child is gorgeous.” Julie glanced back at the fitting rooms. “Can I really have some?”
“You can even show her how to wear stockings and garter belts. After all, she’s never worn either before, someone needs to help her get them on the first time.” I smiled at Julie. She was already flushed at the thought.
“Any of these should fit.” Julie pointed to a rack of garter belts. “Let me grab some stockings. Anything in particular?”
“No. I’m going to want her to have several pairs in a variety of shades, and styles. Some high top, a few low, and a couple of self-gartered.” I’ll pick out a few of these and follow you.” I held out a lacy white garter belt with pink ribbons. “Let’s start her with this one.”
“Pervert.” Julie teased. She went back to the fitting room. I could hear her tell Michelle, “Since you’ve never worn these I’m going to help you put them on the first time. We’ll start with the belt. Arms up and spin around.” A pause, while I smiled. “There, obviously you’ll snap it in front and spin it, but this is how it should feel. Across your hips and snug, or it won’t hold the stockings. Now, sit down here and let me help you with these.” I heard wrapping crinkle and Julie said simply, “Foot.”
“Work it up slowly, and pull it slowly up your legs, like this. When you get it all the way up, like this, you attach the garters, front and side. Stand. Attach them like this, straight down the front of your thigh. Then this, on the outside. See? Simple. Now you do one.”
I had enough of what I wanted so I headed to the back of the store. I arrived to find Julie kneeling in front of Michelle as she attached the other pair of garters. If she leaned in any closer her nose would be in Michelle’s pussy. Michelle hadn’t noticed. Yet.
Trying to mimic Julie’s tone from earlier I stepped into the room. “Julie!”
Julie turned and reddened. She recovered quickly. “What do you think?”
“Perfect! Michelle, put your shoes on and walk over here then back. Let’s see how it looks in motion.”
Michelle did as directed and Julie and I were both impressed. “Come on back over here Michelle.” I said as she reached the far side of the room. We watched her hips sway as she came back.
“I like this master. Thank you.” Michelle said as she stepped next to me.
I looked at Julie. “What do you think?”
Julie leaned over and kissed Michelle on the lips. “I think the master is a very lucky man. But that white doesn’t go with that dress. She flipped through what I’d brought back. Take off the belt and try this one instead.” She flipped through the stockings. “And this pair. Let me help you take the stockings off, you have to be gentle with them.” Julie turned and winked at me.
I watched as Julie helped Michelle remove the stockings. I noticed that she managed to accidentally brush her fingers across Michelle’s pussy several times as the stockings and belt came off and the new ones went on. Julie helped get the belt and garters adjusted, and the stockings attached. By that time Julie was kneeling under Michelle with her nose almost against Michelle’s clit. She looked up at Michelle and asked, “May I?”
Michelle looked at me, “Please Master. May I? May she? Please?”
Julie gave me a look that told me she finally understood. I simply smiled and said, “Yes. Yes to both of you. I’m just going to sit here quietly for a minute and watch.”
Julie immediately started licking and sucking on Michelle’s pussy and clit like she was starving. I watched in awe as she brought Michelle to a fast orgasm then continued until Michelle screamed with pleasure. Julie kept licking as Michelle stood there on trembling legs. Finally Julie looked up and said, “Thank you.”
Michelle gasped, “No thank you.”
“She’s quite the little squirter, isn’t she?” Julie inquired, looking at me.
“I have no idea.” I replied, truthfully.
Michelle looked at both of us quizzically, “Squirter?”
“You really don’t know?” Julie looked back and forth between us.
I shook my head. “No clue, we really haven’t gotten that far yet.”
“Oh my. I didn’t know.” Julie stood up next to Michelle and hugged her. “I’m sorry. I assumed the old pervert had been with you for quite a while. I had no idea you were new to him. I am so sorry.”
“Um,” Michelle hesitated. “I guess I don’t understand. I love him, but we’ve really only been together just one time before last night, and I slept through most of last night.”
Julie still looked appalled. She held Michelle, and Michelle just looked bewildered. Finally Julie said, “If I’d known you weren’t long time lovers I’d have never been so forward. I am so sorry.”
Michelle seemed to recover first. “It’s okay, Julie. We’re going to be lovers, but we’re just getting started. It’s a little complicated, and he wanted me to have some new nice things right at the start. What you did was great, maybe we can do it again?”
Julie kissed Michelle on the lips and Michelle returned the kiss. Julie pulled back and said, “I’d like that a lot. You let me know when you want more and we’ll do it.”
Julie looked at me, “Is there anything else you wanted for her today?”
“Yes, I want her to have some of those demi-bras that I like.”
“I thought you would.” Julie answered. She turned to Michelle, “This is something else he really likes to see.” She reached around and unzipped her dress, and slipped it off. She stepped out of it and tossed it on a chair. She was dressed in only a garter belt and stockings below with a matching demi-bra above. “If you’ve never worn one they’re hard to describe, so here’s how they look.” She glanced at me. “He likes them because they support your breasts but leave most of them exposed. If you’ve got good tits they make them great. If you’ve got great tits, they make them spectacular. You, baby, are going to be spectacular.”
“Let’s see what we’ve got in your size. You’re a what?”
Michelle answered, “A 32B.”
Julie looked at her, “Are you sure babe? You look a little fuller than that to me.” Julie looked at Michelle’s feet. “Better slip your shoes on, this floor is tough on stockings.”
Michelle slipped her shoes on and they walked to the front and stopped at the rack. She searched for a minute and handed Michelle one bra. “Try this one, it matches that belt and I think it’s the size you need.”
Michelle checked the 32C tag and then slipped the bra down her arms and around her body. It clipped in the front and when she had it positioned Julie helped adjust the straps. Michelle’s lovely taut breasts jutted even more fully forward, her nipples exposed and erect, just as Julie’s were. Julie stepped back and looked. She glanced at me, “I think it’s a perfect fit. Don’t you?”
I looked at Michelle, especially her breasts. “Michelle, how does it feel?”
“It feels great. And very sexy, which is how it’s supposed to feel. Right?”
“Absolutely correct.” I smiled at Michelle. “Why don’t you pick out several in your size that you like the colors of and let me know when you’re ready.”
Michelle and Julie picked through the rack, giggling together and talking softly. I walked to the back of the store and left them alone. Sometime later they came back by the register together. Julie stacked everything that we’d selected and started scanning the prices. When she was finished she looked at me. I replied, “Michelle, put this on your card.”
Michelle took out her new card and Julie ran the purchase. She shot me a curious look but I just shook my head. Michelle picked up the two large bags and started to walk towards the door. I laughed. “Michelle, are you forgetting anything?”
She stopped, and started to say “No.” then she looked down, and laughed, “Yes, I guess I am. Julie made me feel so comfortable that I forgot I am almost naked.”
Julie laughed then. “Honey, even when you put your dress on you’re not going to be far from naked, that’s how he likes his women. But at least you won’t get arrested if you slip your dress back on before you go outside.”
“I gathered that’s how he prefers his women.” Michelle laughed as she slipped her dress on and adjusted it. Julie stepped up and zipped it for her. “Don’t forget your dress, Julie.” Michelle laughed.
“Around him it’s easy to forget your clothes since you so rarely wear them.”
Michelle giggled. “I’m looking forward to that.”
“I bet you are.” Julie let us out the door and waved. I’d have to take her to lunch and explain all this sometime soon. We’d been friends and lovers off and on for years. I looked at my watch. Michelle, we’ve got time for lunch before our dress appointment. Where would you like to eat?
“Would you pick? I’m starved and I don’t know what you like best.”
“I know just the place.” We placed the bags in the car trunk and drove to a very nice quiet restaurant nearby with a strong business lunch crowd.
The hostess escorted us to a good table. I watched the men watching Michelle, and the women. The men were trying to strip her and see what was under her dress. Some of the women were too. When we were seated and had ordered drinks Michelle leaned over to me and whispered, “With the way the guys in here are looking at me I feel naked.” She giggled.
“Did you notice it isn’t just the guys?”
Michelle blushed. “Yes. I did.”
“See anyone you’d like to try?”
Michelle glanced around the room. “Maybe. Why?”
“Male or female?”
Michelle blushed again. She was rescued when the waiter came for our order. When we had ordered and he was away she looked at me. “What were you trying to say?”
“I’m saying that there is a small banquet room through that door back there that’s not being used today. There is a private restroom at the rear that only gets used when that room is in use. If you see someone you want you can take them back there and give them a quickie for dessert.”
“But, that’s not what I want.” Michelle replied. “I want you.”
“And I’m your Master. I’m ordering you to select someone before we finish with lunch, approach them at their table and invite them to follow you to that restroom. I want you to have some sort of sexual relations with them, then come back here as though nothing happened. Take them in your mouth to finish them, since we’re going for a dress fitting in a little over an hour. I handed her a small transmitter. Put this in your purse and turn it on before you start. Leave your purse open so I can listen. If you don’t choose I will select someone for you.”
We made small talk through lunch, it was pleasant, but restrained a bit. Michelle kept glancing around the room and several men and a couple of women made sure to catch her eye. There was one guy at a table in the corner with four other men that she kept returning to. He was classically handsome, about six foot three, broad shoulders and a nice but inexpensive suit. He noticed her looking but seemed convinced she was unavailable. When we were nearly finished I looked at Michelle and said, “It’s time. The guy in the corner?”
Michelle blushed. “Yes. He’s very handsome, I think I can do it with him.”
“Good. Get going.”
Michelle stood and straightened her dress. She walked over to the corner table and leaned down and whispered in the man’s ear for a moment. He looked at her, shocked, then nodded. Michelle walked away and a minute later he stood and excused himself. I watched him follow her into the banquet room. I put in the earpiece to the transmitter and listened. I heard the door, then he gasped. “I don’t believe it.” He said.
“Believe it.” Michelle told him. “How would you like it? You don’t have a lot of time.”
“I love the way your pussy looks.” Good she had taken the dress off. “Can I fuck you there?”
“Yes, but you can’t cum inside me. You’ll have to pull out and cum in my mouth.” I heard the rustling of clothes then the sound of a belt and pants hitting the floor. “Oh my. That’s a nice cock. Put it in me.”
“Oh my god you’re fantastic. I dreamed about a fuck like this but never thought I’d ever get one.” He said.
“You’re getting it now. Just make sure your cum goes in my mouth.”
“Oh god. Quick.” More noises. “Quick, I’m going to cum.”
“Right here baby.” Michelle said, then she was silent.
“Oh god! Yes! Oh god, drink my cum. Oh god, you are so hot! Wow!”
Michelle again, finally. “That was tasty. Thank you.” Shuffling noises and the rustle of cloth. “Zip me?” I heard the zipper. A sound like a kiss. “Thanks, you were very nice.” Then the door squeaked again and the mic went dead.
I watched Michelle walk across the room, every eye followed her. She was smiling, and even more confident. She leaned over and kissed me. I could smell the guy’s cum on her breath.
“How was it?” I asked.
“Better than I expected. I enjoyed it, but there wasn’t time to cum.”
I laughed. “There was for him.” The guy walked out, still looking shocked and stared at Michelle as he went back to his table. It was obvious he was getting some ribbing when he sat down. I motioned to the waiter and paid the check. The entire corner table stared as we walked out the door.
When we got to the car and started away I asked, “What did you learn?”
“That you really do command my body. That you get pleasure from making me do things I don’t think I can do. Sexual things, that is.” Michelle smiled, remembering. “And that sharing is very, very nice.”
“Well learned, slave.” I congratulated her. “Now we have an appointment for you to get some appropriate dresses, properly fitted.”
The next two hours consisted of Michelle standing and being measured in just the garter belt and stockings, and shoes, and fitted for a half dozen different styles of dresses in several fabrics and colors each. She sat with my friend, Karen, unashamedly naked, and selected trims and flourishes for the various dresses.
When it came time to leave she stood and looked at the new bra she’d worn in. “Do I need that?”
“Only if you wish. My preference is almost always not.”
Michelle turned and thanked Karen, then slipped her dress on and zipped it. She folded the bra in her hand and we went out to the car. “I’ve never had any dresses made just for me. This is exciting.”
“We have a couple more stops to make on the way home, one for some workout clothes, one for some spare items for my bathroom. Is there anything else you need before we head home for a training session?”
“Good. You will need a couple of really good support bras for your aerobics workouts, and shoes of course. We’ll stop right over here for those.”
We walked in and Bob greeted me warmly. “New friend Rich?”
“Yes. Bob, this is Michelle. Michelle, Bob.” Michelle offered her hand and Bob took it for a long gentle shake. “Michelle is my new assistant, and since she’s going to be staying with me she’s going to be taking advantage of my training room. She’s going to need some good support bras and good shoes.”
Bob looked her over, concentrating on her chest, openly. “32? I’d say C?”
Michelle smiled. “Absolutely correct sir.”
“Right this way then. These are the best I’ve got. Excellent support and comfortable from what I hear. You certainly don’t want to risk damaging those.” He simply leered at Michelle’s chest.
She went to the rack and found several in her size. “How many should I get sir?” She looked at me.
“Get several, you’ll be working out most days and you’ll want to keep them clean.”
Michelle looked through and selected the colors she liked, then paused. “I suppose I should try one on, to check the fit, just in case.” She looked around the store to confirm that not only were there just the three of us, but no one seemed to be approaching.
Bob grinned. “Absolutely, miss. Fitting room is that way.” He pointed, but Michelle ignored him.
She looked at me and grinned, and I realized what she was going to do, just before she reached for the zipper in her dress. She dropped the dress and stepped out of it, laying it on the rack in front of her. Bob just stood there gaping while she slipped the bra on and adjusted it, making a show of insuring that her breasts were properly tucked in, then bouncing around the store to show that it supported her well. She bounced back near the rack. “I think it’ll work perfectly master.” She said, grinning at me.
“Then by all means.”
She whipped the bra over her head and picked up her dress and the handful of bras she’d selected. She handed the bras and her card to Bob, who was still gaping at her body. “I’ll take these then sir.”
“Yes sir?” She looked at me. “Oh yes, shoes. And probably some socks, Bob.”
Bob shook off his astonishment and asked, “Do you know what size?”
“Not sure, I guess we’ll have to measure.” Michelle bounced over to a chair in front of the shoe display and sat down, laying the dress in the chair next to her.
Bob managed to measure her foot, although how he read the numbers with his eyes focused on Michelle’s crotch was beyond me. She did manage to get two pair of proper shoes picked out and she finally slipped her dress back on.
On our way out the door I gave her a stern look and she was quiet as we got into the car. “Slave, was that appropriate conduct in Bob’s store?”
She started to smile, then looked at my face. “No Master.” The realization struck her that something else was coming. “I’m sorry Master. I just got carried away when he was staring at my tits so openly. It won’t happen again, Master.”
“You are correct. Remember, everything you do from now on reflects on me. My name, my reputation, my business. You need to reflect on that, and remember your conduct.”
I stopped in front of the store and parked. “Now, this is a different setting, and a different set of rules. We’re going to go into the store separately. You know what you need to buy and you’ll get a basket, not a cart and get everything you need. While you shop I’ll be watching but not with you. I want you to find a way to display yourself to at least two men while you shop.”
The first display only took her minutes. She wanted a bottle off a bottom shelf and a young man was stocking shelves down the aisle. She squatted down and slid her skirt up over her thighs. He saw the motion and looked and she turned and let him look until he looked away. She stood and watched while he made a beeline for the men’s room. She’d have gone for several more than two if I’d have allowed it. She enjoyed this.
We arrived home shortly after and Michelle bounced through the door and headed for the living room. “Slave!” I commanded.
She spun and her mouth opened. “Oops!”
“Not Oops. Slave. Stop and strip. Hang that dress in the closet in my office and leave the shoes there. Take the rest of the purchases and put them away properly and dispose of any trash. Then come back here for a lesson in discipline.”
Michelle hung her head. “Yes Master.” She said quietly. She stripped and did as she’d been commanded. When she had gone downstairs I went to the cabinet and selected my favorite paddle, long, narrow and flexible, it gave the most delightful results when applied to a young ass. I placed the paddle on m y desk and checked e-mail and voicemail, and began to return what was necessary. Michelle returned after about an hour. She approached me with her head hanging. “I’m ready now Master.”
“No, you’re not. First you will kneel and contemplate what you did wrong.” I directed her into the correct position. “Kneel here, facing me at my desk. Open your knees so that you are exposed when I want to look, then sit back on your heels.” She did as directed. “Now, lay your hands palms up on your knees, and hold this paddle in your hands.” I picked it up and laid it in her palms. “Now, you may hang your head and look at the paddle, while you contemplate what you did wrong today, and the twenty-five strokes that I am going to give you when I am certain that you understand.”
I went back to work and finished what had to be completed this day. Michelle fidgeted a couple of times, but a stern, “Slave!” Held her in position. She was intended to be uncomfortable, and it was clear that she was. When I finished what had to be done I turned my chair towards her.
“Slave, can you tell me what you did wrong?”
“Master, I embarrassed you by stripping off my dress in front of Bob, without asking either of you for permission.” She paused.
“When it was obvious that Bob was uncomfortable I didn’t put my dress on, I stayed naked because I was enjoying teasing him. I didn’t have permission for that and it made both of you uncomfortable. I was very wrong. Wasn’t I Master?”
“And what else?”
“The fact that someone enjoys staring at me doesn’t mean I can display myself without permission?”
“Very good Slave. Now, we’re going to retire to the bedroom so that I can administer the twenty-five strokes that will help you remember the next time to ask permission before you display yourself to my friends and associates and tease them for your own pleasure.”
Michelle rose and walked slowly to the bedroom. I stood at the foot of the bed and waited for her. “As you can see, slave, the foot-rail is padded. That’s for you. You will bend over the rail and rest your hips there while I tie you in position.” She handed me the paddle and hesitated.
“Yes Master.” Michelle stretched over the rail and wiggled her hips a little until she was settled there. Her feet dangled well off the floor. I tied each leg to the foot of the bed so that they were spread wide. I paused behind her and admired her ass in the air and her pussy spread open. I climbed on the bed and wrapped her hands together then pulled them tight with a rope from the headboard so that her body was lifted off the bed, her nipples just touching the covers. I went to the foot of the bed and removed my clothes. When I was naked I picked up the paddle, admiring it’s heft and flex.
“I will give you twenty-five strokes of this paddle. Since this is discipline you will make no sound until I finish, at which time I will tell you that I’m done and you will thank me. Is that clear slave?”
Michelle paused to gulp her fear down. “Yes Master.”
“Very good.” I raised my arm and dropped the first stroke. Michelle gasped and sobbed a little, but not enough to break discipline. I counted, “One.” I deliberately administered the remaining strokes. I saw dark spots on the bedspread beneath her head and realized that her tears were falling, but she made only the smallest sobs. When I dropped the last stroke I said, “Twenty-five. We’re complete now, Slave.”
Michelle sobbed, “Thank you, Master.” I laid the paddle on the bed next to her and went back to the foot of the bed.
She was ready, and my erection was throbbing painfully. I stepped up to her and slid my cock into her cunt fully. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, then moaned as she realized that she would now get what she’d wanted all day. She was hot and wet, and ready, and helpless with her ass on fire. It excited me as few things do still. I started fucking her slowly, but I couldn’t stop. The feeling was incredible and I soon found myself pounding her cunt with my cock. As I felt my cum build I heard her moans. My cock exploded at the thought that I had made her cum too. “Here it is slave.” I shouted. Michelle screamed with her own orgasm. I felt her cunt milking my cock. I collapsed onto her back as I finished.
When I caught my breath and stood up I heard Michelle say, “Thank you, Master.”
I let my cock slip from her and climbed back on the bed to untie her arms. Then I untied her legs. She started to slide off the rail, so I instructed, “Kneel again in position.” She knelt and bowed her head. “Use your fingers to clean yourself.”
“Yes Master.” I could hear the smile in her voice. She slipped her hands into her cunt and scooped our cum out. She twitched with pleasure.
“Eat it.” I ordered. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked and sucked them clean. I stepped up to her. “Clean me.” And she raised up, and swallowed my cock. She licked and sucked all our juices from my cock until I pulled it away from her. “Very good slave. What have you learned tonight?”
She rocked back onto her heels. “To ask permission. To only do those things which are approved. That..” Her voice trailed off.
“What else slave?”
“That disciplining me excites you?” It was a question.
“Yes, the administration of pain excites me. Discipline or punishment will always excite me, although it will not always mean that I will share it with you. Is that understood?”
A very quiet, “Oh.” A pause, then, “Yes Master.”
“Let’s get some dinner, It’s been a busy day.” I waited for a response. Getting none I ordered, “Clean yourself up. There is a bidet in my bathroom. When you are ready to receive me again come to the kitchen and you can help with dinner.”
“Yes Master.” Michelle went to the bathroom, I watched her walk. Truth is, I love watching her walk. I went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. Steak, grilled, rice, fresh vegetables steamed, fresh bread and red wine. When you’re cooking steaks medium rare it doesn’t take long. Michelle came out as I was finishing. I had set one place at the table, this was going to be another training event.
I watched her walk up and stop. “How may I help Master?”
“Get a cushion from the couch and put it on the floor, there.” I indicated the leg next to my chair.
Michelle did as instructed and waited while I dished up dinner and poured the wine. I set everything on the table before she finally asked, “What about me Master?”
“I’ve not forgotten you. Of course you’ll eat with me. Sit on the cushion.” Michelle hesitated just a moment and sat as directed. I picked up the handcuffs from the counter and walked back to the table. “Give me your hands.” She held them up and I cuffed her to the table leg next to me. I brushed her hair from her face and smiled at her. “You are my slave and I will take care of you. Tonight I will feed you.” I picked up the wine glass and took a sip. “Wine first?”
Michelle nodded and I carefully gave her a drink. “That’s very good Master.”
“One of my favorites. Thank you.” We ate slowly, I explained what I’d be teaching her about my work, what courses she’d be taking at university in the fall, and many things about my clients. She seemed to enjoy the meal, when the plate was empty I was full and I asked her, “Did you get enough? Is there something else you’d like?”
“A little more wine perhaps Master?” She smiled.
“Then a little more wine it is.” I got up and poured another glass and sat back down. I let her drink as much as she wanted, then finished the glass myself.
“Thank you Master.”
“You are welcome.” I picked up the plate and remains of dinner and put them away. I poured another glass of wine and straightened up the kitchen. Finally finished I went back to the table, set the glass of wine down and looked at Michelle. “Would you like to join me for a little television before you get ready for bed, Slave?”
I uncuffed one wrist and helped Michelle up. I held the handcuff chain and led her into the living room and sat on the couch. I set the wine down then looked at her. “Stretch out here across my lap, lay face down with your head here.” I patted the arm of the couch. “Give me your hands.” I recuffed her hands around the leg of the end table. “Lay here quietly with me and there may be some reward later.” I admonished.
I found some news and watched for a while. I rubbed Michelle’s ass and thighs gently. I could see bruises forming where I’d paddled her. I allowed her to raise up and sip some wine with me and we sat that way and relaxed. I even answered a couple of late work-related phone calls. Michelle lay quietly as she should. We were making progress. When the time came I leaned down and kissed her head. “Slave, would you like to go to bed now?”
“Is there anything else you’d like?”
“I’d like for you to make love to me. Please Master?”
I thought for a moment. “Yes slave, I think that’s possible. Go get ready for bed. Turn down the bed, and kneel in position beside it and wait for me. I have a couple of things to do, then I’ll be along shortly.”
“Thank you Master.” Michelle jumped up and kissed me.
“Don’t thank me yet, you’ve not been rewarded, and won’t be unless you do as you’re told.”
Michelle hung her head. “Yes Master.”
When I finished what needed done I went to the bedroom and prepared myself. Naked, I walked into the bedroom and stood in front of Michelle. “Look at me.” She raised her head. “Have you deserved a reward tonight, Slave?”
Michelle thought a moment, then dropped her head. She shook it slowly. “No Master. I don’t deserve a reward. I behaved badly and you had to discipline me. You bought me wonderful things and displayed me proudly, and I acted badly. You’ve fed me and taken care of me, and I’ve repaid you with misbehavior. I am sorry Master. I deserve no reward tonight.” I saw a tear drop onto her thigh. “Should I go to my own bed tonight? Alone Master?”
“No Michelle, you should not go to your own bed tonight. You understand what you did wrong and you’ve paid the price for that. Those bruises will be hard to sit on tomorrow. That will help you remember. Tonight you will sleep with me, and we will make love, because I do love my beautiful young slave, and she’s learning.”
“Thank you Master.” She looked up at me. “What can I do?”
“What would you like to do?”
Michelle started up and reached for my cock, then stopped and put her hands down. “May I touch your cock and suck it for you Master?”
“Yes Slave. You may touch and suck my cock. Thank you for remembering to ask permission.”
Michelle almost dove onto my cock. She took it fully into her mouth and sucked it while she used her hands to fondle my balls. She got me fully erect then slipped me down her throat and held me there. I loved the sensation, but I wanted to do much more so I stepped back and took my cock away from her. “Let’s get into bed and continue this.”
Michelle lay down and I slipped into bed between her legs. I went to work on her pussy, licking and sucking at her lips and clit. As she became more aroused I slipped a finger inside, then two and three. Finally the fourth went in and I rubbed her hard. I turned my hand to grip her pubic bone and rub her clit with my thumb. Then I slipped my thumb inside her also.
“Oh god. Master, I feel so full. It feels so good.”
I pushed my hand further inside, slowly stretching her and testing her limits. I stopped with the base of my thumb resting against her opening. I teased my hand in and out a little then pushed again. Michelle moaned and I pushed a little further. Each push brought another moan, as my hand slipped deeper and stretched her open. The base of my thumb slipped fully inside as my hand went completely into her cunt. Michelle moaned deep and low. I sucked on her clit and let her cunt rest with my hand inside. I could feel her cervix with the tips of my fingers.
“Oh god. I’m so full. It feels so good. You’re going to make me cum. Please!”
I slowly curled my fingers into a fist and rocked my thumb past the rough spot on the front wall of her vagina while maintaining suction on her clit. Michelle screamed as an orgasm rocked her body, then she gushed her cum into my mouth. I locked my lips around her opening and drank her juice down as it flowed. She kept screaming in pleasure as I continued to drink greedily from her cunt. She calmed as the flow of juice slowed. I straightened my fingers and slowly started to pull my hand out. She reached down and grabbed my wrist, then stared at me. “You really do have your whole hand in my cunt.” She said, incredulously.
“Yes, I do. Should I remove it now?”
“Gently. Please.” She was gasping with each contraction of her pussy. “Master.”
I slowly pulled my hand out, feeling her stretch again as the widest part went back through. Michelle panted and moaned, and then screamed with another orgasm as my hand slipped free and her cunt snapped back. She gripped my wrist and pulled my hand to her mouth and licked my fingers. I slowly slid up her body and positioned my cock at her entrance. As I pushed against her she stopped and smiled. “Oh yes. Please Master, put it in me now. Please?”
I slipped in slowly, feeling her muscles contract and tighten to adjust to this new and much smaller intrusion.
When I was fully inside her I waited for her to adjust. She looked into my eyes and smiled. “I love your cock inside me Master. It feels so right.”
“It feels so right to be inside you, Slave.” I slowly moved in and out. Michelle wrapped her legs around my back to draw me deeper and rocked under me to help get herself off. As my orgasm built so did hers, we picked up speed and pushed against each other harder until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Oh god. You’re making me cum. Please join me slave. Cum with me!”
“Oh god yes! Master I’m cumming!” She locked her legs around me and held me deep inside as I emptied my balls into her womb. I pulsed hard several times as her cunt milked me dry. I lay there as I finished and enjoyed the sensations of being gripped by a tight eighteen-year-old vagina. “Oh, thank you Master!” Michelle smiled up at me as her grip loosened a bit.
“Thank you slave.” I said as I rolled to the side and pulled my spent cock from her. I lay back next to her and caught my breath. Then she took it away again as she rolled over and sucked my sloppy cock into her mouth and cleaned it. When I could stand no more I lifted her head and pulled her up to my chest. “Enough! Are you trying to kill me?”
“Oh Master. You are so yummy, and I want you to be happy with me. I will do anything to please you, just ask. Anything.” She said again for emphasis.
“Slave, I am happy with you. Right now we need to sleep, more of your training starts tomorrow morning. You need to start learning the software for your job and the way my business is run. That way you can be the best possible assistant, as well as the best possible slave.”
“I want that Master. I want to be everything you need.” She snuggled against me and I lifted the covers over us.
“Good night, Michelle.” I kissed the top of her head.