"Might I suggest wearing something a little more appropriate for your new status as my slave. Something strappy."
raises an eyebrow inquistively.
"Make sure you wear a choker. Something tasteful, nothing obscene, mind you. A tanktop with those thin spaghetti straps, and a short skirt that rides low on your hips. I want to see some belly button," you wag your finger at her admonishingly. "Oh, and some high heels, four inches at least, with those straps that go around the ankles."
laughs out loud. "I know the outfit you're talking about. I wore it the last time I went to the clubs with you. Must have left quite an impression."
You grin sheepishly. She has you pegged. That night in the club, everyone was bumping and grinding. You were probably the most awkward guy in there: a hot "friend" in a six-inch skirt, and 9-inch erection straining in your pants.
"You know, there's one detail you forgot the last time I wore that outfit." whispers conspiratorially, "I wasn't wearing a bra. The better to jiggle with." She demonstrates with a little bounce in her knees, and amply proves her point.
"Oh, I didn't forget," you respond. "In fact, no underwear for the rest of the week. Unless I decide otherwise of course. Tomorrow, to help with with you with the transition, I'll let you wear a garter belt and stockings."
"Oh, what, no panties?" she whines, stamping her foot and bouncing her tits up and down even more.
You grin broadly. This is going much better than you had hoped. You sense that was expecting worse. Now that you've given somewhat reasonable demands, she appears to be getting into it.
"See you tomorrow big boy. I have to get back to work," smiles seductively and heads out of your office. As she reaches for the doorknob, you call out to her, "Don't forget, no masturbating, no sex! You're mine and mine only!"
Without even turning around, she replies, "Sure, sure. Oh, don't forget to clean up that little mess of yours." waves her arm lackadaisically in the direction of your desk before closing the door discreetly behind her.
Shit, you forgot about Clarice. may be reasonably presentable now, but now you have another naked problem on your hands. Who knows how she's going to react when she wakes up? |