“You know what?” you ask looking down at your slave wife, “You do need bigger tits” you add still cupping her breasts. Joy just looks at you expectedly, “Do you know what size would look good on you?” you ask giving each boob a light squeeze.
“No master” Joy replies softly, her hands still at her side.
“You need to have tits that are as big as basketballs!” you state, instantly you feel Joy’s small melons start to grow again, she moans in pleasure as her jugs press into your hands. You pinch each growing nipple in turn and smile as Joy’s moans get louder. You notice her pressing her legs together, stimulating her pussy as best she can. You just smile to yourself and enjoy the feeling of rapidly growing breast meat in your hands. Finally the growth stops, you cup each heavy breast in a hand and nod approvingly before sitting down again, your cock slowly getting hard once more, “What do you think?” you ask as you get comfortable.
“If you like them Master” Joy answers looking down at her huge new tits, “Then I like them as well” she adds.
“I’m glad to hear it” you reply, your smile only getting bigger, along with your cock as it gets harder by the second, “Don’t you think you should thank your Master for giving you this wonderful gift?” you suggest nodding slightly towards your stiffening rod.
“Yes Master, thank you Master” Joy quickly replies before kneeling down in front of you, her huge baby feeders quickly wrapped around your cock. Joy looks up to you before she starts to pump your cock with her tits. She moans loudly as her tits rub along your meat, you can feel her large hard nipples pressing into your skin, her warm flesh surrounding your prick feels great, as you look down at your slave. Unfortunately you don’t last long and you quickly shoot a small load onto Joy’s tits. Joy sits upright in front of you cum on her tits.
“I think you’d best lick yourself clean” you say condescendingly.
“Yes Master” Joy replies, lifting a soft breast up to her mouth and licking it clean before moving onto the next. “What would you have me do now Master?” she asks.
“First” you say standing up and putting your cock away, “Some ground rules” you continue walking over to the living room window and peering out. “You will only wear revealing outfits from now on, unless it conflicts with a pre-given dress code, such as for work”
“Yes Master”
“Next you will only wear shoes that have a heel of at least 5””
“Yes Master”
“Any skirts you wear will not go beyond mid-thigh”
“Yes Master”
“When we are along you will refer to yourself in the third person”
“Joy understands Master”
“When at home you will wear the skimpiest bikini’s you can find and will change into them as soon as possible, if we have family around then you will be allowed to wear hot-pants and a small tube top”
“Thank you Master”
“You are to always be wet and ready for sex, I don’t want to have to come home from a hard days work and find my slave is dry and needs foreplay before I fuck her”
“Yes Master, it’s the least you deserve”
“Now then” you say turning around to look at your slave, still kneeling on the floor, her back straight, “You are to go through all your clothes and give any that do not your new style to the charity shop in town”
“Yes Master Joy shall do it right away!” Joy says, quickly getting to her feet and making her way upstairs to the bedroom, you follow her and advice on the outfits. A couple of hours later and it’s sorted, “Ok Master Joy has gone through all of her clothing, shall Joy go to the charity shop now?” she asked, wearing a dark red miniskirt, 6” knee-high black leather boots and a white tank top that barely covered her newly sized tits, just stretching past her areolae, her nipples clearly poking through the material. You sit there taking in the sight before you.
“Would you be more embarrassed if I came with you?” you ask, crossing your legs trying to hide your erection.
“Yes Master Joy believes she would” you slave replies blushing slightly.
“Then it is settled!” you say confidently getting to your feet, “I shall escort you to the charity shop” you add leading the way to the car, leaving Joy to carry the large bin bags full of her old clothing. |