IV
I left the bathroom and scurried through the house straightening up the best I could. The twenty minutes flew past. I dropped to my knees, and reentered the bathroom. "Mistress, Mistress?" She awoke slowly.
"Very good, slave. You will always call me Mistress, Madame, or Ma'am. You will always be polite to me."
"Yes, Mistress."
She stood. "Stand up and dry me." I took a towel and dried her. I was very nervous. I wanted to do a good job, yet I did not want to provoke her anger.
"Relax, take your time honey. Gently, you wouldn't want to bruise my tender skin." She slid her fingers through my hair while I dried her.
"Back on your hands and knees." She touched my back. "My you're a filthy, slimy little bitch, aren't you?" She lowered her head to my back. "You reek, too. It looks like I'm going to have to teach you how to keep yourself clean. Until then, I'm certainly not going to ride a gross filly like you."
I turned beet red from embarrassment. I had always kept myself immaculate. She walked towards the bedroom and called over her shoulder, "Follow me, bitch."
She walked to my dresser and looked through it. Then she looked through my closet. She pulled out a white silk blouse, and my shortest black skirt, which reached just below my knees. She also pulled out a garter belt and a pair of stockings.
"Put these on, wench. You may stand." I put the blouse on. It was obvious, especially since my nipples were rock hard, that I did not have a bra on. I put on the garter belt. There were no pan-ties, so the stockings followed, leaving my pussy exposed. I put the skirt on. Mistress had pulled out a pair of heels. When I put them on my transformation was complete.
“You no longer look respectable. You look like the whore you really are. Whenever we leave, you may lead the way, but once we are two blocks away, you will follow me. If I tell you to sit, you will hold your legs at least six inches apart. After sitting for a few minutes you will then cross your legs. After a few more minutes, you will then open them back up."
"I will give you a few simple tasks to do. You will do them without hesitation. However, if my instructions are unclear, you may ask questions. If anyone asks you a question, you must answer them with complete candor. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you have any questions?"
"No, Mistress."
"Okay, let's go. First, we need to go to a Western Union office."
I led the way to the door. After opening the door, the sunlight hit me and suddenly I realized how sluttish I looked. I thought I had been embarrassed before, but that did not compare to what I felt like now. I turned and looked at Mistress.
She looked at me with those penetrating eyes. “You can do it honey. You look stunning."
I took a deep breath and realized that not only could I do it, but I wanted to be this fantastically beautiful woman's slave. I smiled, turned, and walked down the steps.
I started towards the Western Union office, and I stopped on the corner two blocks away. Mistress turned to me, smiled, and said, "I'm proud of you honey." She led the way, and I followed her across the street.
I concentrated on watching my owner as she walked ahead of me. Once again, I was struck as to how beautiful she was. As I walked, both my pride in serving Mistress, and the friction of my blouse against my breasts kept my nipples hard.
As men passed us on the street I noticed that most of them appeared to not even see Mistress. When they saw me, however, every single one of them reacted. Many of them reacted with dis-gust, and the others reacted with lust.
Soon we entered the Western Union office. Mistress nodded to the bench and said, “You may sit."
"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled.
"What?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress," I said louder. I sat on the bench, and from habit I held my legs tight together. Quickly I remembered my instructions and opened my legs. The clerk, who had looked at me after I answered Mistress, now had a clear shot of my garter belt. Now matter how hard he stared, however, he could not see my pussy because it was too dark.
Mistress wrote a quite lengthy message. As instructed, I crossed and uncrossed my legs. The clerk was transfixed by my actions. Finally she finished and handed the telegram forms to the clerk. He read the first page, stopped, and glared at me.
"Is there a problem?" Mistress asked the clerk.
"No. No, I guess not," he answered. He counted the words and then said, "That‟ll be a dollar and twenty.
"Pay the man, and be sure to tip him."
"Yes, Mistress." I stood, walked to the counter and gave him a dollar fifty. I wasstill slightly nervous.
"Thank you, ma'am. Are you okay, miss? Is there anything wrong?" the clerk asked me.
"No sir. Nothing's wrong. In fact, I've never felt better. I'm just new to this and I'm a little nervous."
Mistress turned to me and smiled, and then she turned and left the office. I followed.
Once on the street she called "Come here," over her shoulder. I walked up next to her.
“You did very well back there. From now on when I come to a door, you are to walk ahead and open it for me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And, you are not being polite enough. Whenever I give you a task, reward you, or punish you, you will thank me."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
"Very good. Is there a tack store nearby?"
A tack store, I thought. My curiosity was peaked. Why a tack store? "Yes, Mistress, there is one about three blocks over."
"Okay. Follow me."
"Yes, Mistress."
When we got to the tack store, I hurried ahead to open the door for Mistress.
Mistress strutted through the door as if she owned the store. A man passing by who saw what happened gave me a very strange look.
I followed Mistress in. The smell of leather was pervasive. I had always enjoyed the smell of leath-er. However, I would soon learn to love that smell almost as much as the smell of Mistress's pussy.
Mistress walked over to the counter and asked the owner if he carried dog collars. The man pointed to a corner of the shop. She started over to where he pointed, paused and asked if there was a mirror in the store.
"No ma'am. There's not much call for a mirror in this store."
Mistress led me over to display and said, "Pick out a collar. Take your time, make sure you like it." She disappeared into another part of the store.
There were three types of collar. Some were made from braided rope, but most were made from leather or chain. Most of the collars made from chain were choke chains, and they looked heavy and cold.
The leather collars, however, ranged in colour from light brown to one that was a dark black so shiny I could almost see myself in it. There were wide, fat ones, and narrow, thin ones. There were many sizes in between.
When I held one of the shiny black ones in my hand, it reminded me of the sight of Mistress's slender fingers touching my breasts. I could feel myself blush. I found one about a half inch wide.
I walked to the counter where Mistress had accumulated a large quantity of straps and ropes. She was standing watching the proprietor add up the cost of the merchandise.
I showed her the collar and said, "This is the one I like, Mistress."
"Why?"
Talk about blushing. "It . . . it . . . it reminds me of your fingers on my br . . . br . . . breasts." The clerk was staring at me with his mouth wide open.
"Very good, does it fit?"
"I think so, ma'am."
"Well make sure. Put it on."
I did so.
"Perfect." She turned to the clerk. "Please add that to my bill. She'll wear the collar. Would you please have the rest delivered?"
"Yes ma'am. That will be $ 15.29."
"Pay the man, honey."
I did as she asked. We walked out of the shop. “You did very well in there slave. Next stop a drug store."
"Yes, Mistress."
I directed her to the drugstore. As we neared the store she said, "Now, I just can't abide a hairy pussy, so as soon as we get back, I'm going to shave your puss. When we get to the store I want you to go to the clerk and get everything you need to shave your pussy. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress." I hurried ahead and opened the door for her. She entered, and started shopping. I walked to the counter and asked the clerk, "Would you please help me. I need shaving supplies."
"For your husband?"
"No ma'am, it's for me."
"For you?"
"Yes, I need to shave my crotch."
"Okay, over here." She helped me choose a razor, some shaving soap, a shaving cup and brush. As we walked to the counter she asked, "Are you having surgery, or something like that?"
"No ma'am." I nodded towards Mistress. "Mistress wants me to shave."
The clerk thought for a moment, realized what I meant, then dropped the soap. "My god!"
I picked up the soap and added it to the few items that Mistress had placed on the counter. The clerk collected her wits and totaled up the items.
"That will be $ 2.50."
I paid her, then followed Mistress from the store.
"Once again, you did very well." She stopped and looked into my eyes. "I do believe that you enjoy serving me."
"Oh yes, Mistress, I enjoy serving you very much, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
"Okay, it's time to go home."