If I had read her right, she was on the verge of an orgasm and would have it at a first overtly sexual touch on her body. I let my fingers trail up her body from toes to breasts then down again, watching her movements and reactions. She was close to orgasm and I had yet to do anything really sexual.
I took that scarf and checked her under arms and legs. Both bare and the scarf did not catch. I had expected this much as she would shave them for work. I stretched out this examination as long as possible, wanting to build the tension, the anticipation in her body.
Then I went to her belly, and dropped the scarf there, then gently worked that scarf from her belly button to her sex, slowly, almost a tease. Then I finally moved it over her pubic bone. Holding only the scarf and only letting it touch her body did I let it trail over her sex.
It caught almost immediately. I removed the scarf, and started caress the insides of her thighs and talking to her in a very firm but low voice. "So my lovely slave, you have disobeyed me. It seems that you did not maintain yourself as I directed, what should I do with you?"
She was taking her breath in little gasps at this point as my fingers were now running up and down the very outside of her sex not quite touching it she finally gasped
"Oh please Master punish me in any way you want, but let me cum."
I continued my caress "So my disobedient slave wants cum."
"Please master let me cum, touch me so I can cum."
"Yes, you can cum for me as soon as I touch you. If you can." I then moved my fingers from her thighs to her sex and moved them up her sex to her clit in one slow deliberate motion. When I reached her clit I reversed direction. Halfway back, I let my finger penetrate her cunt.
She came right then, no prelude, her body delivered itself to me in several ways, her cum flowed around my finger and I felt her insides fluttering as if it was trying to swallow my finger. In trying to work another finger into her the movement increased. I stayed with her during that climax, trying to increase her pleasure continuing to caress with my hand. I kept her there for a full minute.
After it subsided I decided not to let her rest. Using my mouth on her nipples and breast's kissing, biting and sucking them and hands on her sex. Stroking and caressing her penetrating her, rolling her clit between my fingers, I once again brought her to the edge, held her there for a few seconds then looking into her eyes again demanded her submission telling her to cum again. She did and was noisy. Her orgasm this time was incredible. This time I let her come down from the heights of her submission to me, and let her cool down caressing her and just generally touching and holding her.
After she was back and almost calm, she once again started to cry. From joy, happiness, pain, fear I didn't know. I did know I had to find out and waited until the worst of it was over. When she finally got to where she could speak I asked her to explain.
“What's wrong my lovely slave, tell me what's wrong?
"I just don't understand, you give me so much pleasure and take so little yourself. Is something wrong, have I failed you again?" She said in between sobs.
I began to see part of the problem, for many women, unless the man dumps his seed in them, they see themselves as a failure. "No my L.A., you have not failed me. The evidence is obvious." With that I took her hand and placed it on my crotch, my erection was throbbing.
"For me this is a way of prolonging my pleasure. What's important to me is your submission. Seeing you cum time after time, by my hand or mouth or cock is part of it. That's part of my pleasure. You have given me all that I want for now, your submission and your body".
She seemed to settle down after that. She did seem to be listening now. I was still gently caressing her as I explained. "I'm like most men, after I cum I'm useless for hours. I prolong the pleasure by seeing a helpless slave's body leap to my touch. Now do you understand that part of me?" She seemed to accept part if not all of this and began to snuggle in my arms.
And then I added "I should also tell you that I'm cursing myself for being an idiot, I don't have a condom with me. I went straight from work here and forgot to stop." She smiled again. This was something she could relate to. I was protecting her as well as myself. My control was weakening and my cock was aching. If I didn't leave soon I would take her and not gently.
Between dinner and her submission and our talks the time got away from us. The sun was starting to set. In order to both stop and start tongues wagging in the neighborhood, I had her get dressed in exactly what she wore when she was bringing in the groceries. Then I helped her pick out her clothes for tomorrow, and pack an overnight bag. Before opening the door, I gave her a few instructions for tonight and tomorrow.
First she would see me to my car and she would hug and kiss me outside. If any of the neighbors cared to watch, or ask, I was her new boyfriend. They would have seen me leave at a reasonable hour. I took that scarf and put it around her neck and covered her collar with it.
After I was gone and she was back behind a closed door, she would tie her ankles together with her scarf and was not allowed to remove it until her pubes passed inspection. I warned her that first thing tomorrow morning she would be striped hung by her wrists and checked. Punishment would follow if not to my standards, she was smiling again, and then I knew she would be fine.
She did see me to my car and after a brief hug and a kiss, I whispered to her "Do you think the neighborhood busybody knows there is a contented yielding slave living near her."
She whispered back "No master and she won't. Thank you for understanding." Then she went inside and shut the door.
I went home. After getting there, I started my laundry also, got a few things done and then packed a RON (Remain Over Night) kit for my car as well. Tomorrow I would add a few items to it. I was not about to repeat last weekend where I didn't even have so much as a comb or a toothbrush with me. It was about midnight before I quit and went to bed. She would be over at 1 p.m. tomorrow. I had a very busy day planned for us.
I was expecting a call-out this weekend. I was hoping that the work I had done would short-stop it, but it was not to be. At 2 am I got a call and was dialing into my network. The problem was fixable remotely for now, and I would need to have some hardware changed later but it was working for now. I was able to get to sleep without a second thought after that.
I got up about 10 and prepared a few things. Then I continued to work on the laundry and so on. At about 1:15 she arrived. Once again she entered through the garage carrying a small overnight bag and her purse. After she set these down, I closed the door behind her. When the door closed, she knew she was back in sub space. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me and this time kissed her as her master. No polite kiss this time but a real one that did not let up until I felt her surrender. During this kiss I explored her body. She was dressed in the outfit I had picked and nothing else.
"Strip to the waist." I commanded her and in moments the blouse and bra were off. I put these on a chair. "Hands" She held out her hands and the leather cuffs were on in seconds. Again I lowered the winch and as soon as it was low enough the connecting chain between the two cuffs was over the hook.
I raised it just barely enough to take out the slack. I then ty-wraped one ankle to a spreader bar, this was not the heavy duty one I had used earlier but a simple 3/4-inch hardwood dowel 4 foot long. It had holes drilled in it along its length to hold the ty-wraps.
"Split your legs" I commanded.
After she had slid her feet apart, this had resettled her weight, she was now supporting almost all her weight on her wrists. I fastened the other end of the bar to her ankle.
She was nearly naked, hung and spread. I reached to the knot on her skirt and casually pulled it loose. Then I caught the skirt before it hit the dirty garage floor. It joined the other clothes on the chair. I soon had my scarf out and was checking her body. She passed this time. Her pubes as well as arms and legs were very smooth, quite pleasant to the touch.
"I see you did not want
another punishment!" I said touching her cunt. I moved my hand back and forth, waiting to feel if she would get moist for me. She did and in just a few seconds. Only then did I lower the winch.
After cutting her ankles loose and unlocking the cuffs, I told her to get her collar and go to my bed. No need to deny myself this time. I would take her now. She got her collar and ran into the house.
I was just a minute behind her. I picked up her clothes and put up the spreader bar and raised the winch. When I got to my bedroom she was in the middle of the bed in the standard kneeling position. And much to my surprise, she had put on and buckled her collar. Again I reached for her and held her head in both hands looking into her eyes deeply. "You are beautiful, but you are mine, undress your master."
She performed this task a little clumsily but soon I was naked and had a monster erection. I had her find a condom in the bedside table and put it on me as well. This task was done with such intensity that I had to believe that she had never done this before. She puzzled over the package trying to get it open and then how to put it on me.
I took her and with all of the force of my built-up desire. I had denied myself for so long that I had to relieve myself and what better way than on a naked, made-up and freshly shaved slave's body. She came as soon as I entered her and my relief was only seconds behind. I did regret a little not being able to postpone my orgasm but she was enjoying hers as I withdrew. I did take time to caresses and cool her down and in doing so got myself under control. I got her and myself dressed then out the door again to get what shopping done I had in mind.
Our first stop was back at the mall to Erotic Apparel. This time as soon as we walked in the door, the owner met us we were shown to that large fitting room. Once the three of us were inside, I had L.A. strip again.
Donna ignored L.A. and spoke directly to me. "Do you want her bound for this?" she asked.
When I replied "Yes." she produced from a locked box in the corner a set of padded cuffs with attached chains. I quickly attached these to her wrists and attached to the eyebolts.
"How would you like her adorned?" This started a discussion and I outlined my needs. I wanted five more bras for her, twelve panties as tiny as she had and a lace up corset and three garter belts. She nodded approval at most of this and again measured my slave. She left us then and I looked at L.A..
She finally found her voice and asked, "Master why so many?"
"Simple, I am buying these for me. If I decide to cut or rip them your body, I can this way, they are mine, not yours and you will need enough for the week. You will go to work knowing that your most intimate clothes are not yours. The corset you will be wearing out of the store today. I can keep you in bondage all day that way."
My lovely slave flushed at that and gave me a very soft “Yes Master.”
Donna was back with the bras and panties a few minutes later. Then she again made some more measurements. This time she measured at the waist, hips and just slightly below her bust and a few places in between.
Donna smiled “I have several that might work, but how much do you want to compress her waist?”
"Two inch minimum for now." I told her and she left. She was back again a minute or so later with a white one and lay up against her body. "Should work," Donna stated.
Then she wrapped it around her L.A. and started to lace it closed. After the first pass on the laces she looked at me smiling and I grinned at Donna, "Tighter."
When she worked and pulled on the laces second time I heard L.A. gasp but she said nothing. Her figure had been transformed and her waist was smaller and her bust seemed to swell. Again she looked at me with a look of shock on her face.
"That's enough for now.” I told Donna, “Cut off the tags and let me purchase these."
She cut off the tag from the corset and picked up the other items. We both left, leaving her there bound and half-naked while I went to pay for the items. At the counter Donna rang up my sales and took my credit card.
While it was processing she looked at me and asked "A novice?"
When I nodded yes she smiled then said "I was wondering why you were so easy on her." Then her machine beeped and started printing the chit. After I signed it, I went back to L.A. and unbound her and had her dress. She was moving slower than before. The newness of the sensation of wearing a corset would take some time to get used to.
As we left the mall, I was watching her. The corset had caused a marked improvement in her posture and carriage. She was walking tall and seemed to enjoy the walk to the car. The new clothes were placed in my car and we headed to my house. I had one final stop to make, and she was about to make a most erotic trip through the grocery store.
I explained that as we went through the store, I would touch products in the store, and then touch her body as to where I might use the product on her body. I would save the best until last I would temporarily avoid the produce section.
As I picked up the groceries, we strolled through all the aisles, not missing one. In laundry I pointed out clothespins and mousetraps and touched her breasts. In hardware I picked up sandpaper, and patted her bottom. I also pointed out they had a large selection of rope and locks. In pet food, I looked hard at the pet collars, then her neck and just shook my head no, I made better stuff. In the toy aisle, I got a small red rubber ball, and then touched her mouth.
After getting most of my other staples, we went to the pharmacy. Here I sent her on a mission. She was to pick out two large boxes of condoms, and a large tube of KY jelly, and, if she find could one, a sleep mask to serve as a blindfold. When she got back she was blushing. She had not found a sleep mask but had found the elastic single eye patches and had picked up two. Once again an intelligent and imaginative sub is something wonderful. I would not have thought of that. I also got a selection of adhesive tape and a large elastic bandage as well as enough supplies to fill out my car RON kit.
When we got to produce I had to smile. She had no idea what was in store for her. First I got a bag of carrots, and then touched her bottom. I then got some small cucumbers and a couple of summer squash. When no one was looking I touched her crotch. The blush on her face seemed to get deeper and spread to her neck and arms. A trip to the supermarket would never be the same for her.
Chapter 7
Training
When we got in the check-out line in the store, I realized that I had neglected the hygienic needs of my accidental sub. I moved the basket out of the line and headed back to the pharmacy again. When we were a few steps away from the crowd, I explained to LA L.A. what I wanted.
First I instructed her to find her brand of tampons or pads, and then to select whatever brand of shampoo and conditioner she used as well as her favorite bath soap. I was afraid that my typical deodorant bath soap was a little strong for her, and I have to admit, I did not want her smelling "like one of the guys".
She found and placed these items in the basket. I could have sworn her blush had gotten deeper. I had picked up a small package of disposable razors for my RON kit, but then had her pick up a razor for herself along with other sundries. I also found a bottle of mineral oil and alcohol and two prepackaged enemas.
We made a detour to the cosmetics aisle. Here I chose a few things for her. A darker lipstick than she was used to, as well as a darker, heavier eye shadow. Then, I had her pick out a selection of her normal cosmetics. My reason for this was simple; soon she would be spending entire weekends, not just one night at my place, and, I hoped, occasional weeknights. I wanted her to be able make herself up for a normal workday. Later I had in mind a makeover at a large department store where I would be selecting the items.
The store also had a small perfume display. I had LA sample and display one for me. To me, the whole act of applying and displaying a perfume symbolizes submissiveness: the perfume is touched to the wrist evenly distributed. The wrist is extended palm up and outward. This raises the line of the breasts nicely. The extended wrist is taken to the nose for a sample of the
olfactory pleasures.
The whole action and display offers the sub to the Dom. I love to watch the sub's eyes in the process. If they close or turn downward to the floor during this act, you have a natural submissive. L.A.'s eyes were cast downward to the floor.
When we finally returned to the check out, L.A. stood behind the basket while I checked out and paid, as if she was trying to distance herself. Only she and I knew the erotic potential of the items in the basket. It was a question of context. The items individually meant nothing in a normal situation.
She blushed throughout the entire process of scanning and paying for the groceries. The teenage lad who was checking us out kept stealing glances at my lovely slave. I also noticed two more teenage boys, bag boys, evidently make a bee line for our check-out lane. The one who got there first had a smug look of victory on his face.
After I opened the back of my Trooper, I opened the door for L.A. and seated her. Then as had become my habit, I seat belted her in. I just loved getting her in my restraints. I watched the bag boy linger a moment and watch then start pushing the basket back to the store. If L.A. was catching the attention of horny teenagers, she was looking good.
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