A Natural Submissive Pt. 04

"You can and you will be able and ready to do that and much more Missy."

She quietly walked over and sat down to do her make up when she saw the egg sitting on the table next to her jewelry.

"What is this Sir?"

"It is a vibrating egg. It goes inside of you with the wire hanging out between your legs."

"How do I turn it on?"

"You don't Missy, I do remotely."

"How strong is it?"

"Put it inside of your cunt and I will show you."

She pushed it up in her pussy and I used my phone to turn it on low. She moaned and twitched when She first felt it but she became a custom to it in no time flat. I went into the bathroom and turned it up to medium while I got the shower ready for me to step into. I could hear her moaning and groaning from the bedroom, and I turned it up to high, then stepped into the shower. I showered quickly not wanting to much of Misys's orgasmic session. When I got out I could hear she heaving and panting and when I turned the corner I saw her furiously rubbing her clit while laying on the bed in just jewelry and heels. She was on the edge so I just watched quietly from the doorway as she got to the point of no return.

"IIIIEEEEE! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. I'm Cummmminggggg!"

She came and squirted all over herself and her hand, but she kept rubbing herself with vigor until she finally started to come down, So I turned the egg off.

"Yeah, you're going to make a fine whore for me."

"Oh Amy God that was incredible."

"It was incredible watching you, Missy."

"Oh, now I'm a mess again."

"Go clean yourself up but come back wearing the egg."

Not being a pro at walking in heels and just having cum profusely she almost fell trying to make it back to the bathroom. When she returned, she had regained her balance and walked up to the bed where I had her dress laid out. It was a yellow summer dress that zipped up the back with very thin shoulder straps and short as short could be. She picked it up and held it up in front of herself while looming in the mirror.

"This dress isn't going to hide much?"

"That's the idea my slut."

"Well then come here and zip me up."

She slipped it on over her head and I zipped it in place as she asked, and she was right that it didn't hide much as it barely covered her pussy in front and left her ass cheeks visibly from the back.

"I guess I don't need to ask about panties?"

"Why, they would only get in the way."

"As you wish Sir."

We gathered our stuff and left for the car where I opened the door for her and she took a seat I side, but I didn't close the door.

"What are you doing Missy?"

"What do you mean Sir?"

"We don't sit on our dresses, now stand back up and get in the car correctly."

She got back out, pulled her dress up over her waist and sat back in the car. I closed the door and went to the other side to get in. As we drove away, I watched her as her hand slipped sown to her lap above her closed legs.

"Get those knees apart Missy. You ride with your cunt on display."

"Yes Sir, I will remember."

"As we drive, I would like to discuss the next step in your training. But first I would like you to tell me how you think it has gone so far."

"Well, to be honest, I never thought I would ever do the things I am doing with you. I am still learning to be proud instead of embarrassed, but the being naked part is growing on me. I'm getting twinges every time you tell me to expose myself and they feel good. I think I have mastered not using the cute language to explain anything sexual, and now use the terms you showed me. I am always on edge due to the things you say I will do yet, but painfully excited at the same time. And having my pussy bare is still an ongoing experience, meaning feeling the air down there, being able to see it and not just hair, and have you looking at a part of me no one has seen in a very long time."

"And what about you standing naked for a complete stranger, then fucking him with passion?"

"That is something I think about numerous times a day."

"And what are you thinking when you think about it?"

"I'm not embarrassed or calling myself names anymore, if that's what you're asking."

"That is part of what I'm asking but tell me the rest."

"I can't describe to you how it felt after we had our talk. It was at that time I really Ines you wouldn't let or have me do something that I would have to live with afterwards. I felt like I was insulated and protected after we talked, but you must know this. I didn't plan to let that man fuck me. I was sucking on his cock and the thought entered my mind as to what he would feel like inside of me. Then I was just rubbing against it and it felt so good I kept rubbing. But when you suggested I ask him to fuck me, well I lost it. I don't even remember asking him or how I got started. I Just remember that feeling as he entered me and from there I was completely gone.I remember you going inside of my ass but that just heightened the experience and I don't remember any pain."

"Do you know that wasn't the only time I fucked your ass?"

"No, when else did you do it?"

"Three more times that night in bed."

"Did it hurt me?"

"You seemed to love it but you never became completely awake."

"Are you available telling me I slept through three anal fuckings?"

"Oh, for sure you were meaning and groaning and enjoying it, but you weren't fully conscious."

"That is unbelievable to me."

"Look Missy, you are an incredibly sexual and sensual woman. You enjoy sex more than the average woman and when you enjoy it you go into another world savoring each and every sensation your body feels."

"How long do I stay there?"

"It seems you stay there as long as the feeling stays with you, or as long as your being fucked."

"It sounds dangerous to be that way, doesn't it?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Well, doesn't that mean some guy can rape me and I'll just go into a trance while all his buddies fuck me in any way they want?"

"My bet is that only happens if you are enjoying being fucked. I doubt you would be like that if you didn't want to be fucked to begin with, but the future will tell us that answer."

"What does that mean?"

"It means the pizza man is not the only stranger that will fuck you dear."

"Oh God, there goes that twinge in my pussy again."

"I'm glad to hear that. It tells me that your body is excited at just the thought."

"Well, let's talk about something else before I end up sitting here in a puddle."

"OK my sweet slut. First thing today we go and buy you some new bras and panties."

"Didn't you tell me I wouldn't be wearing panties?"

"Not the type you're thinking of these are special whore panties."

"Oh, I think I get it Sir."

"Just one more thing Missy."

"Yes Sir, what is that?"

"What is your reaction to the blowjob I made you give me?"

"At first, I was afraid, then I was downright frightened I was going to choke to death. But the way it unfolded, and I saw there is a way to do it, I'll keep practicing seeing if I can become good at it."

"You are already good, but you will become spectacular."

She just looked at me and gave me a smirking little girl smile, unaware that the entire time she was twirling two fingers around her clit. Unconsciously playing with herself, her pussy on full display while driving down the street in a car? Just a day ago she wouldn't let her ankles show, and now look at her, in touch with her body and acting completely sexual. I Just continued to drive to see if she ever noticed, but she just laid her head back and closed her eyes.

We pulled onto a not very well traveled street that used to be apart of the old business district in town, a rough road in need of repair and that shook her awake.

"Where are we?"

"Were close to a store I know of that carries clothes for women just like you."

We turned the corner and directly in front of us with a large sign was the store, The Slut Rack. Missy gasped a bit but didn't speak. I parked out front and exited the car to get missy's door. As I opened it she looked down and discovered what she had been doing. She just gave me a shy smile and got out. I handed her some napkins from the glove box, and she squatted and wiped her pussy and fingers clean, then handed me the napkins and took three steps forward. I disposed of the trash and looped my arm with hers and we walked to the store. Upon opening the door, we saw a man and women in their thirties standing at the counter. The woman came around first to greet us.

"Hello and welcome to the slut rack, how may we help you.?"

"We need a complete new wardrobe for my lady here."

As the woman stepped back and took in the body and size of Missy, the man also came up behind her.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with what she's got in, unless you want to show more than she is right now."

"I bought this online for her to wear. Yesterday she was covered down to her shoes, and yes I provided the heels too."

"Oh my...That's no way for a sexy looking woman like you to dress my dear. Let's get you measured up so We can try on some clothes."

The man asked me if I would follow him into the back and we followed the woman back. He showed me Toma seating area directly in front of where the woman took Missy and asked me if I would like a drink. I ordered champagne for both if us, gambling that Missy's prudish lifestyle didn't include a lot of alcohol.

Meanwhile the woman with Missy went to unzip her dress and Missy jumped and pulled away from her. She quickly snapped her head around and called out to me.

"SIR?"

"It's OK dear."

"But Panties?"

"I am sure she has been many women who don't wear panties dear."

"Oh my god yes dear. There is no need to be embarrassed in front of us. Just take a sip of your champagne and relax a bit."

"Missy dear, they strip, measure, and dress women all the time here. They have an entire warehouse behind us full of clothes for to choose from. Just relax and let them treat you like the special slut you are."

Missy took two good gulps from her glass and stood up next to the woman.

"Missy?"

"Yes Sir."

"Head held high."

"Yes Sir."

Once again, I saw that slutty smile on her lips, and I knew she was OK. The woman proceeded to unzip her dress and then help her step out of it, neatly hanging it on a rack next to them. She started to measure Missy's body and I could tell Missy found it strange by the look on her face. This woman not only neared the standard three measurements of a woman's body, but much more. She measured how much sag she had in her breasts, how bog the areola was, the distance between her nipple line and bottom of her crotch, then the distance between the top of her pussy and the bottom of her breasts, sagging and with Missy holding them up. She measured the size and cup of each breast, along with the distance between the nipples, the width of her pussy lips and even her ass cheeks.

"Please excuse me, but why do you take all those measurements?"

"Sweetie, we make custom clothing also, the type that would leave someone else's body exposed but tailor made for yours. If and when you would want some of them, we will make a mold of your naked body to make your outfits from, along with these measurements."

"That must cost a lot of money?"

The woman just looked over in my direction and let me answer that one.

"My dear, you don't need to worry or concern yourself with the cost. All you need to know is anything I purchase for you is bought because I think you are worth it."

"Sounds like you have a good man there dear."

"He seems to be getting better and better."

The girls had their own private giggle session, and it appeared all Missy's apprehensions had left her.

The Young man with me, who I found his name to be Chas (How ironic), leant into me and spoke quietly.

"She really is one beautiful woman."

"Yes, that she is."

"If I might be forward here, what did you mean about her being dressed to her ankles just yesterday?"

"She was a unicorn running in a wild concrete world yesterday."

"Do you mean she is naturally submissive?"

"That's exactly what I mean. She didn't know why boys used and sometimes abused her, and she didn't understand why she didn't run away. So, she just covered herself as much as possible and tried to hide in a meek existence."

"And how long have you been with her, may I ask?"

"I knew about her for about e year but only took her at 5pm yesterday."

"That is amazing to make this much progress in such a short time."

"It took a very strong hand at first. There were moments I just wanted to hold her close and let her cry, but I needed to be firm until she understood completely that I was in charge and going to teach her about herself. After that we introduced the tenderness, and she responded quickly after that. You sound like a man that has come across one in your life.?"

"Yes, you've been watching her measure yours. Her name is Sandra, but I call her Sandy."

"It appears you've done well with her."

"With her, it was a long road, but it was worth it."

"If you don't mind, I would like to try her out?"

"By all means; from one man to another. But she injures easily, please be careful."

"I don't plan to use her in that way, you have nothing to worry about.

"Sandra, don't you think my Missy would be more comfortable if she were not the only naked woman in the room?"

"Oh, how foolish on my part, of course you are correct Sir."

Just as quickly as I suggested it, she stripped off her clothes and was naked alongside Missy. Missy looked over in a state of some confusion, but I just nodded to her, and she continued on.

"Sir, she is asking me about styles of clothing, and I'm not sure what you want?"

"Oh sweetie, you must be new to all of this, allow me to help you. When you're out in public, you don't ask or say, "What you want", you simply say "What you were expecting". There is no need to demean yourself or show tour choices don't matter."

"Thank you, Sandra I think I like you."

"Well, thank you sweetie, I like you too. But to go on with your inquiry, what type of wardrobe did you have in mind Sir?"

Missy froze at the very word. She didn't understand this woman's choice of words and a plethora of thoughts came rushing through her head. Sandra immediately noticed Missy's distress and intervened to calm her.

"My dear, you must settle down. It is obvious to anyone who has lived this lifestyle who you are and who he is."

"But you just met us?"

"You probably don't know how your Sir found you, do you?"

"No, I've been trying to figure that part out."

"You telegraph it like a peacock shows his feathers. Your kind of beauty cannot be hidden."

"So, you are...?"

"Yes dear, I am a very happy submissive and my man loves me just for being me."

"I thought I was the only one?"

"My lord girl, there is a world filled with girls like us. Most are not lucky enough to find their Sir to show them who they are and train them to interact with the world around them. You are a very lucky woman, and you have a wonderful future of learning and loving ahead of you. I am a but jealous, I would love to go back to those early days when all of this was revealed to me and was brand new to me."

"Well, then do you...you know... with others?"

"Do I have sex with other men? Yes, dear I do when my Sir asks me to or just gives me approval when I want to. And I have a wonderful sex life."

"I've got an idea. Would you Sirs mind if Missy and I went back into the lounge and had some girl talk for a while?"

"Not at all that would be fine by me, how about you Chas?"

"Oh sir, I already know what his answer will be. We will be back in a little while. Why don't,you guys get to know each other and Chas can give you an idea of what types and lines of clothing we carry for your precious flower here."

Sandra picked up the bottle and showed Missy to their lounge. Two naked submissive wearing only heels, a bottle of champagne and Private lounge? What could go wrong? Chas explained the different lines and categories they had things in and walked me through a tour of a very large warehouse packed full of slut clothing. I was impressed to say the least and we discussed Business and women and many other topics, and before I realized, and hour had passed since we left the girls.

"I guess it's time we find out what the girls are up to?"

"I think the direction is down, and the answer is each other."

"Missy is not experienced with other women."

"She is by now, I assure you."

"Do you enjoy yours engaging in other women without you being present?"

"What I enjoy is her afterwards, she can't keep my cock out of her ass. Then after 20 minutes I explode, and she spends the next 30 minutes making love to my cock until I explode again in her mouth. And on rare occasions she goes for round three. So, I'm OK with it."

"It sounds like you know her well?"

"After 18 years, I have her pretty much figured out."

"Congrats to you, my friend."

We walked into the lounge to find Sandra with her ass on the front edge of the couch, holding her legs up and opened, and Missy with her face buried between her thighs. Sandra was screeching and squealing as she convulsed and jerked while Missy kept assaulting her pussy with her tongue. With Mossy showing no signs of relenting, Sandra let go and snapped her thighs around Missy head to put a stop to her erotic actions. Finally, Sandra released her thigh hold on Missy's head and released her and she fell to the ground on her back with her legs splayed wide. Sandra just sat there displayed and smiling as she rubbed her clit.

"Darlin' that is not a good way to sit in front of a Dominant man."

"Oh, I find it is the best way to sit in front of any man."

"If we had time I might sample your talents but we have a lot of shopping to do today."

"Leave it to a man to stop a fuckfest and get back to business. Come in honey, let's get back out there and get to what we need to do."

"What about cleaning up first."

"Dear, these Men think we look sexier with cum all over us anyway, just go with it."

Sandra took Missy by the hand and led her out to the area we were originally in and began to get back to business.

"So, what wardrobe were you interested in changing for Missy?"

"All of them, but let's start with business clothing."

"We have two categories of business wear for sluts. One is named Company slut and the other is Corporate Whore."

"Can you give us some kind of idea of the difference between the two?"

"Yes, let's start with Corporate Whore clothing. We have business suits with skirts so short that Any bending will expose her ass or groan. They are designed to make it easy to be fucked without removal of any clothing. The jackets are cut to a low "V" with the first button at the waist so anytime she turns at least one nipple will be displayed. They are designed to be worn without blouses, bras or panties. We even have business jackets designed to be work alone. They are cut Ling to act as a skirt or dress, but they only have one button."

"That last one sounds enticing. Does it come in a woman's fitted cut or just a straight cut?"

"We have our own tailor shop behind the warehouse where we tailor it to the individual curves of the lady's body."

"Do you have colors other than the usual dark blue, brown, and black? I don't like bland dark colors for her."

"Of course, in addition to the colors you listed we have all the light pastel colors as well as fruit. I think Missy would look outstanding in a light plum or peach as well as in a light baby blue."

"Great, it sounds like I would want three of them, not necessarily for work, but I'd love to have the option. Can you mock up one so I can see how one looks on her?"