When I asked about the shopping, it was for lingerie. For now I did specify that her lingerie would come from Frederick's or another specialty store I knew of in the same mall "Erotic Apparel". This store was a favorite with the fetish scene people. I knew that owner was a Dominatrix, and all of her sales people were familiar with the scene if not involved. In fact one of her sales girls was her sub.
I reminded her that since I had allowed her a bra, I wanted something a little more erotic than her existing collection from Wards, J.C. Penny, and department store plain white trousseau. Any new lingerie would come from these stores now. Don't purchase a lot-just enough to get her by until the weekend. I would go shopping with her later.
She now had some instructions to follow and perhaps a surprise in store if she walked into "Erotic Apparel". The necklace would speak volumes to the sales people. I would not be surprise if the owner of the store would take L.A. aside and wait on her, making pointed suggestions and so forth. She had my number and called me when people were looking for custom leather items or wanted some things repaired that were perhaps outside of the norm.
The rest of the day went by quick enough and I was actually home by 6 p.m. After making a light dinner and taking care of a few things around the house I got to work on a computer I was building. At nine that night I called her. She answered again on the first ring.
When I said hello she said, "Hello Master, that store you sent me to was something else." With that she launched into a narrative of her shopping trip.
She had gone to Frederick's first and had bought a very lacy bra flesh toned. After leaving there she had decided to go the second store. She had never been there first of all as she had always considered it too "sexy". When she walked into the store she had noticed that a one of the staff and a couple of the customers were wearing a necklace similar to hers or a choker similar to what she seen at Lord Gerwald's place. She came to the realization very quickly that she was now part of some secret club.
After making a few selections she had looked for a changing room and had run into the owner. The owner quickly redirected her and led her in a changing room in a different part of the store.
This one was larger with room for three and had and locking door. She also noticed large eyebolts rather than clothes hooks in the wall and ceiling. Although the eyebolts in the wall all had empty clothes hangers hanging from them, the height would not have been comfortable for hanging up clothes.
After she had entered the room with the owner, and the owner had closed the door behind her. She gestured to her necklace then asked, "May I look at you necklace?" L.A. nodded her head yes and the owner had reached for it, turning it over twice against her neck then asked her bluntly
"Who is your Master, I would guess that it is Master G, he made your necklace. I know his work and you are wearing it around your neck!"
When she had replied "Yes Miss, Master G is mmmmmy ma ma master" she stammered.
The owner then looked down at her selections then and looked at her hard. "I am known as Mistress Donna. Those won't do, strip to the skin."
This had caught her so unawares that she had done just that. Donna then commanded her, “Put your hands behind her neck and interlace her fingers.”
When she had done that she got out a measuring tape and took her measurements. This time however rather than a polite shy sales clerk this woman had been rather brusque and familiar and had taken good tight measurements and had even to telling her to stick out bust and suck in her belly. When she had made the bust measurement, she had even toyed with her nipples and gotten them erect. The measurement had included her erect nipples.
“Leave you hands behind you head. Now tell me exactly, what were your Masters commands?” Donna commanded.
L.A. just stood there and told her “I am to find new bras and stockings and garters suitable for work. My master wants them to lacy and pretty and sexier then my existing collection of plain white department store clothing Ma'am.”
Mistress Donna told her she would be back in a few minutes. She was to stay exactly as she was. She left locking the door behind her.
“I did just that Master,” L.A. continued. ”I stood there in that dressing room naked. When she came back about 5 minutes later it was with a completely different selection of lingerie. She had picked bras, garter belt and a selection of hose and left them all in that room. Everything she chose for me had fit with candid perfection.”
With a parting comment of "Unless you are seeking punishment my dear, I would purchase from the selections I have made for you. You may now break position and get busy. You must not keep your master waiting." Donna left the changing room and closed the door behind her.
“Master,” L.A. admitted “those 5 minutes were very hard and very erotic. My entire body was gooseflesh by the time she returned. I was standing in a waiting room in a store I had never been in. I had stripped to skin for someone I didn't know. Assumed a position as I had been directed, and stayed there, rooted to that spot until she returned. I purchased exclusively from what the woman had recommended and quickly left the store in a state of arousal.” She concluded her tale of wonder.
Because of the ease and efficiency of getting her new apparel she had been home for two hours. She had been waiting for my call dressed only in her new lingerie. She admitted she had been in such an excited state, she had to wear a pad!
After listening to this I just had to praise my accidental sub. This whole episode had not surprised me and I told her that she had done well.
“You did fine my lovely slave. Mistress Donna knew my tastes well and we are old acquaintances. I'm sure that everything you chose will be just beautiful on you. You will meet her again someday if you ever go to a party with me at Lord Gerwald's house.”
“How did it feel to go to work without panties?” I asked her.
“Master, that part was very hard for me today. I was distracted all day. I'm sure my work suffered a lot today. This had me worried. I was sure everyone in the office today would know or could smell me. I couldn't seem to sit still today. Everything seemed to rub against my sex and only made it worse.” She finally admitted.
This worried me also. It would cut into her work and perhaps raise questions. Because of her inexperience, and because I wanted a vanilla exterior, I relented.
“It will be all right L.A.,” I told her. “As long as you are panty-less in my presence, I will permit you to wear panties at work. Your shaven sex will remind you of your condition and status. I can't have your work affected by this. For now I will let this go until you are better prepared for the realities of this.”
She would get plenty of advanced notice if I was going to meet her otherwise, it would be OK.
“But, I will not allow you panty hose, you may and panties as long as they are the smallest things you can get away with. My preference would be the g strings or the French cut ones.” I commanded.
Later I would have her skip wearing them on Fridays after lunch in order to prepare for the weekend. For now this would work and bring her along slowly.
She breathed a big sigh of relief at this point. “Thank you Master. That will help, I was just sure that somehow everybody knew what had happened to me.”
She knew I wanted the plain vanilla exterior but this had worried her all day. She also admitted at this point that at about 9 a.m. the distraction was so bad that she could smell herself. She had gone to the rest room to wash, insert a tampon and spray herself with FDS. This is one of those aspects of the D/s lifestyle that has to be taken seriously. I relented because I had to, not because I wanted to.
Some might call me a poor Dom at this point but if you want to enjoy this lifestyle, you have to adapt to it. Here in Texas in the Bible belt, you just plain have to be careful. For a town the size of Dallas, it is still very much a small town in that gossip can travel faster than the speed of sound and in more directions.
I chatted with her awhile about other things, knowing that she agai
n was aroused and excited, I had her describe the new lingerie and how it fitted her, the color, the texture, the feeling of it against her skin. I could visualize her in it. I kept this up for a good thirty minutes knowing her arousal. If she wanted any relief, she would have to ask for it.
A few minutes later she asked, "Master, I am aroused and dripping and nearly nude, please help me."
She was getting there I thought to myself. "Help you how my lovely L.A., what is it you want."
"Please master, do like you did last night. I want to cum. I have been on the edge all day. I know I can't do this without your permission, but have some mercy on your slave. I don't want to disobey you."
With this admission I knew that some day, she might indeed have an orgasm simply on a verbal command but not yet. I did pity her a little tonight and perhaps I had pushed her a little too far, too fast.
Because of her conversations with Diane, she had learned a lot and perhaps because of the fact I had to do so little training in the beginning. I really did not see her as the novice that she was.
I had her wear her collar and get back on the bed and find her vibrator. This night I was very easy on her, I told her it was all right to cum for me. As soon as she applied the vibrator to her cunt she did cum for me but I wouldn't let her quit. She came for me twice more in just a matter of minutes. I cooled her down as gently as I could over the phone, and then got her into a favorite nightgown. The phone call ended then with very little relief for the Master. I was aching but let it go. I would be satisfied soon enough and in the mean time her submission to me was reward enough.
The week went quickly enough. The two of us were exchanging phone calls and e-mails. I was keeping a very close eye on my equipment and keeping all of it as alarm free as possible. Wednesday I did have a call out but was able to dial into my system from home.
We fell into a routine of a nightly phone call at nine p.m. I would give her a little assignment for the next day, and then check on her the next. The assignments were nothing major, just a little reminder that things were not under her control. Tuesday was very simple. She left an additional button on her blouse open. Wednesday was take the nipple loops I had given her and wear them in her bra during lunch. On Thursday, I had her buy a new silk scarf the largest one she could find. She would use this scarf the check the condition of her pub's, under-arms and legs.
Thursday evening's phone call was brief. First she was to check her schedule and as much as possible clear it. Get what errands she needed to be done, get them completed. She would be busy Friday evening and she was making dinner for us at her place. No phone sex tonight, I wanted her receptive for tomorrow night. I would be using that scarf and the Master was hungry in many ways. Up until this point I had been very easy on her. I would see what preparations she made for my arrival.
I did check with her when she got home and asked if she had an outdoor grill. When she said yes, I suggested steaks and I would cook them. I also made the suggestion not to go overboard on the size of the steaks. A couple of the small-prepackaged NY strips would be fine. Neither of us would want to feel bloated.
Friday was busy. I was still attempting to do preemptive maintenance on my equipment. I was trying to cut down on my call-out time and make time for L.A.. But I did get to make a phone call to her on Friday at about 3 p.m. After I identified myself and called her L.A. she knew I was going to send her into sub space.
"Yes Sir" I heard from the other of the line "How can I help you".
"First, do you have things ready for this evening?" I asked.
"Yes Sir." the reply came. "Everything is as you requested. You don't need to make a change in your itinerary do you?"
This caught me off guard a little, as previously arranged if she started to sound like a travel agent, she had company or she thought her conversation was being monitored or overheard.
Again it was time to adapt. "No, no change to the itinerary, just making sure that I am on a dinner flight."
"Yes Sir, dinner should be served about 6:30 your time." With that I let the conversation drop, and said," Fine I will be on time." and hung up. I hope nothing had happened but would find out later.
I worked until about 6 p.m. then left and headed for her house. Her directions were excellent and I found it without any problems. After parking in her driveway I found her car. I did lay my hand on the hood of the car and found it just a little warm. She had been home at least an hour but no more than two.
I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell and it opened immediately. As soon as the door closed she was in my arms and I was kissing her deeply. She was wearing something similar to our first meeting, Skirt and blouse, but I knew in an instant that she nude underneath. Her nipples were trying to poke holes in that blouse and her scent was delightful, not from any perfume but pure female arousal.
My erection was painful at that time and was on the edge of taking her on the floor right then. When I finally broke that kiss she started speaking nonstop.
"Oh Master I'm so sorry about this afternoon, we had people in from the main office and they were watching and listening to everything. I just knew you would have instructions for me, but I didn't know what to do. If this were at you place, I would know how to act. I changed clothes twice, trying to figure out what I should wear tonight but the neighbors are so snoopy and always dropping by, and I did have to get the groceries out of the car and…” I finally stopped this by putting my finger to her lips.
"Whoa, I'm here now. Let's start with dinner and take it from there, is the grill gas or charcoal?" I finally said.
She had just taken another big breath and was about to blast me with another barrage but she just puffed out "Gas."
"Then let me light the grill. Then give a quick tour of your place while it's warming up.” She did just that, led me through the kitchen to the patio. There was a gas grill that lit the first time.
While it was warming up, she showed me her townhouse. It was a typical two-story townhouse, living quarters downstairs, bedrooms upstairs, very neat and tidy, and when we went by the laundry area I heard the washing machine running. She had been trying to get her weekend tasks done early. The smaller bedroom had to be her son's bedroom when he was home. It was clean and unoccupied and just looked "male".
Her bedroom was another matter. It looked like things had been torn up in a hurry, several changes of clothes on the bed, lingerie all over the place and closet doors and dresser drawers open.
She was trying to figure out just what to do next. I simplified it for her.
"Get your collar." I said.
She went to an open drawer and retrieved it, then showed it to me. After I looked at her hard and pointed to the floor. She went to her knees and held it as she had done the first night. I took it and put it around her neck then buckled it. She looked relieved at this point, no second guesses now, just do what I ordered and she would fine.
"Strip L.A." and the clothes were off in moments.
"Find your favorite housecoat or robe, put it on. I don't care what it looks like, just find your favorite." She went to the closet and pulled out a much worn pastel housecoat and slipped it on her shoulders and belted it. “Now put your bedroom in order and I will start the steaks. Be down in 15 minutes or less."
She started to do that and I went into the kitchen. The steaks were on the counter and I found a fork, and started cooking the steaks on low to give her a little time. About 10 minutes she was in the kitchen and poked her head out of the door.
"What now master" she asked "Set the table and let's eat." she had already started this and I had noticed dishes, salad and a loaf of French bread on her kitchen table. I brought the steaks in then we sat down and started eating.
First, I asked about her visitors at work and got quite an introduction to the travel business, how things were "dollar driven". The bunch that had been their today were from her main office in Houston. We finished dinner soon after and I led her to the bedroom. It had been
picked up and I asked about her new wardrobe. She showed me her recent purchases and I agreed with her choices. This would work and keep up the illusion. Only she and I would know that she was wearing these by my command. They were all lacy, sheer, and quite sexy.
"Now let's see if you have maintained yourself as I left you. The scarf!" and held out my hand.
She got the scarf and put in my hand and I picked her up and laid her on her bed. I spread her arms and legs out and on her bed and I had her curl her fingers over the edge of her mattress and hold it. "You are bound my will now. If your limbs move from where I placed them you will be punished." Then I went to her waist and unbelted and parted the housecoat.
As soon as I had exposed her body, I smelled her arousal. She was wet and her nipples were crisp. I had hoped that this would have excite her, how could she more of a slave then she was now. She was in her own house, on her own bed, spread out upon it without a bond on her body nearly nude and waiting for my least touch, my tinniest instruction.
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