Part 47
Christi spoke. "He'll let you dress sometime soon as well. And he's already told me that I'm not going to be allowed them long. But it feels so good."
Jane turned to me, longing in her eyes. "Please, Master? Can a slave beg you to allow her clothes. Please. Please. Please."
I just looked at her. Another one. Four days ago, this girl couldn't imagine herself standing in front of some guy begging and pleading for something as basic as clothing.
She noticed that I wasn't outright refusing her. She dropped to her knees and began to inch her way over to where I was standing. Not caring what she looked like or how humiliating it was. If she managed to plead her way into clothing, she simply didn't care. I let her approach.
"Oh G.o.d. Your slave is begging you for clothes. She'd do anything if you let her dress. I. She would. Anything. Just for a while. She'd take them off whenever you said. Please? Please?" Her voice had dropped to a whisper.
"What would you do for clothing?" I asked the groveling woman. I was aware that I hadn't really demanded anything from Christi. In truth I wasn't going to demand anything from Jane either. Just different clothing. But it would be interesting to know how far she'd go for something as simple as clothing.
"Oh G.o.d. Anything. What do you want me to do? I'll make love to you. Right here. Gladly. In front of Christi and Amy. I'll give you the best d.a.m.n b.l.o.w.j.o.b ever."
"Maybe later."
"Oh G.o.d. I'll make love to anyone you want me to. I'll. I'll have s.e.x with any woman you want. Pick one. I'll have s.e.x with her. Please. I'll m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e for you."
Her hands were around my thigh and she was teasing me through my jeans. Pressing her hair against me.
I gently touched her head, pressing her back. Forcing her to drop onto her haunches. She swallowed and placed her hands on her knees. She closed her eyes and spread her knees a bit apart. Letting me look at her. I looked at her face.
"Jane? How far would you go to get clothes?"
"Anything. I swear it."
"Would you act like a pet for me? Crawl home?"
"If I had to. You could make me do that anyway."
"I could make you do anything without giving you clothes. What do you have to bargain with?"
Tears welled in her eyes. "Your slave. She doesn't have much. She'll give you anything you want. Please? I know you don't have to care about me, but I'd be so happy if you just. Let. Me. Cover myself. Just for a while. Please?"
"How about slave talk until I tell you otherwise."
She looked confused. "I. I mean. This slave will do that. Gladly. All you had to do was tell her you wanted it."
"Would you whip Amy again? Between her legs."
I glanced over at Amy who had gone pale. Beginning to glance around wildly with her eyes. Looking for an escape route. If she was going to get punished anyway, she might as well have a reason. For now, she just balanced on her bare feet and stayed where she was.
"Oh G.o.d. This slave really doesn't want to do that. Please don't make her do that. Not for clothing. This. This slave doesn't want clothing that badly if she still has a choice," Jane spoke quietly from her knees.
"I thought you were willing to do anything."
"Nearly anything," she corrected herself. "I. This slave would do anything involving herself and yourself. And maybe other people. If she has the choice. Please. I. This slave just wants some simple clothing. Some dignity. For a while. Please?" Such a simple request. Something so taken for granted in her other life. Being allowed to cover herself. Wear clothes.
I crouched down in front of her. She gazed back at me. The helpless girl looking at her Master. Her eyes teary and a bit frightened. Not quite knowing what she'd gotten herself into.
Chapter 100.
I silently rose and helped the frightened girl to her bare feet. She stood uncertainly waiting. Not sure what she was going to have to do for me. Whether to even expect punishment.
I let her worry and gathered up the other women and the toys. Christi looking like a completely different woman in her jeans and sweater, bending to gather up the stray restraints and putting them back into the pack. I pressed the refilled pack into Amy's fingers and the girls filed back out into the mall.
Christi made to latch onto the cart again. It seemed so odd having her clothed and still so obedient. I stopped her with a touch.
I spoke to Jane, who had resigned herself to failure. She'd humiliated herself for nothing. Except perhaps punishment for her actions later. "Janey?"
"Yes sir?" she replied a bit sullenly. Disappointed.
"Come on." I turned to the other two girls. "Stay here?"
Amy and Christi both knelt on the tile. For the first time, Christi had knelt in her jeans. Protected from the cold of the tile. Not feeling the tile directly beneath her bare knees.
I took Jane's hand, her face a mask of bewilderment. Hand in hand, we stepped into Holly's. The clerks were all middle aged, four of them hovering around the few shoppers frozen in the store. None particularly attractive.
Jane turned to me, "You brought me in here to tease me, didn't you."
"Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"You are going to make me pick out something to wear and then make me carry it back or something. Just to torment me for asking, aren't you?"
She actually was pretty perceptive. The thought had crossed my mind.
"If I am, is there anything you can do about it?" I pointed out.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Tears almost breaking free of her eyes.
"Please? Look at me?" She stood with her hands at her sides. Unashamed of herself.
I stood back and gazed at her nude body. I certainly didn't mind the view.
She continued. "You've kept me like this for days. Naked. At your whims. I've done everything I can to indulge you and your sick games. I've tried to keep to my end of this bargain. I. I don't really mind that much, as long as you don't force me to torture other women. I don't even mind it when you torture me. I can even handle the constant s.e.x and pain. But. I'm a person. You know? I'm Jane. I'm here. I have needs. I have wants. I. I can't be a slave. Not all the time." Tears had begun to fall down her pretty face. Still gazing at her I couldn't help but notice how attractive she was. Especially this almost silent crying.
She haltingly continued. "I don't even care. If. You keep me naked. I'll display myself forever for you. It's a lot better than some of the stuff you make me do. I'll gladly f.u.c.k you. I'll have s.e.x with whoever you want. Including myself. I just don't care anymore. But. Please? Please? Don't tease me with this. I don't know if I can take this. Don't make me pick something out and not allow me to wear it. I feel like I'd just fall to the floor and cry. Please." She was already crying.
I stepped over and embraced the girl, letting her cry on my shoulder for a while. Finally, the shakes departed from her small bare body.
She stepped back. Again, arms at her sides. "I'm only seventeen. I'm just not prepared for this. Please?"
I'd decided long ago that I wanted her in evening wear. Her small speech actually didn't affect my decision. Though, to give her credit, I had considered doing exactly what she was describing. Though I had no idea that it would have affected her this way. It was just another torment to me. I suspected that I'd about pushed the girls as far as I could today. I had to get them home and relaxed. Let them shower and have something to eat. Maybe watch a movie or something tonight instead of tormenting them.
"Jane. Honey. I wasn't going to do that to you."
"You were. I could see it," she was right. "Please. I don't deserve this. Either make me go nude, or let me have something to wear. I. Care. But I don't. Please?"
I stepped over to the shaking girl and kissed her forehead. "Come on. You get to wear something. I won't guarantee for how long, but for now."
Her face brightened. "You aren't going to take it away before I can wear it?"
"No."
"Oh G.o.d. I can't believe it. What do you want me to wear?"
"Evening wear. Black. Nothing too fancy."
"I. I've never worn anything like that."
"Nothing? Not even to a wedding?"
"My prom hasn't even happened yet. Not that anyone would take me." She shook her head as she spoke.
That, I didn't believe. Christ, all the boys in her school and a fair number of girls would probably be aching for this beauty if they could see her now.
I pointed to a rack of sheer black gowns. Jane practically ran over to them and began to run her fingers through them. Finally, she selected one and held it up to her bare body. Looking for approval.
I nodded. She hunted a bit more and found her size. She looked at me, smiling.
She glanced at the price tag and gasped.
"What?"
"You realize that this thing costs fifteen hundred dollars?"
"Aren't you worth it?" I asked with a big smile on my face.
"I suppose underwear is out of the question."
I almost laughed. "What do you need underwear for?"
"Actually, because without it my nipples are going to be ... a bit ... visible. I guess that sounds dumb. Considering."
"Put it on. Let me see you in it."
She slithered the dress over her head, stretching her body deliciously as she did. The black dress settled over her. Strapless. It hugged her young body. She twirled, the hem rising as she did. She actually laughed at the sensations of the fabric on her body. She finally faced me. Held her bare arms out. "Well? Can I keep it?"
"You like it?"
"It wouldn't be my first choice. I'd prefer to be in jeans and a sweater, but if this is my choice, it fits and is relatively comfortable." She added an afterthought, "Though a bra and panties would be nice."
The hem of the dress fell below her knees. The bust of the dress was held up perfectly by her unfettered b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Low bustline, but that didn't bother me. Her natural resiliency of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s was sufficient. She really didn't need a bra. Despite her plea for a bra, her nipples were covered and not all that visible. You could make them out under the fabric, but not if you weren't looking for them.
"You look ravishing."
She blushed. Slowly turning again. Her dark hair complementing the dress. It was really hard to picture this woman nude, on her knees. Or whipping a cashier's bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Or tied to a clothes rack, naked in front of her father screaming as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were cropped. She had been transformed into a perfect lady. Hard to even think of her as a s.e.xual slave.
"Master?" she shyly spoke. "This slave. Is grateful." Her eyes downcast.
The words coming from this ravishing creature in front of me just about drove me nuts. She hadn't forgotten that she was still under my power. Her slave talk was a carefully calculated move to ensure that I knew. So that I might not feel the need to have to strip her as fast to reinforce her status. Smart girl. She knew what she looked like. Her words worked.
I took her hand and guided her back out of the store. Christi gasped as Jane emerged in her clothing. Not having seen her in clothing since the day I took her. And certainly not in an elegant evening gown. Amy's eyes widened at the sight as well.
"My G.o.d. You look stunning," Christi whispered.
"She is a sight. And so are you," I answered for the blushing Jane. Jane was far more used to the clothes that Christi was currently wearing. I could see Christi wearing the evening gown more often in real life. The reversal would serve to throw them off balance further. Though I doubt if either of the girls cared. They were wearing something after all. Amy looked a little envious of the others, but she didn't dare ask for special treatment. After her punishment, I'd be lucky to hear her voice again today unless I forced her to speak. She would just try to keep out of trouble for a couple of hours.
Both girls looked a little strange in the clothing without shoes, but it was kind of alluring. Just that little reminder of their status.
"Does my Master want his slave to kneel with the others?" Jane whispered to me. Squirming. A bit uncomfortable being the center of attention in this unfamiliar clothing. And again taking advantage of using her slave talk to reinforce that I didn't need to strip her again; that she knew she was still a slave underneath.
Though I'd love to see this creature kneeling in her dress for me, I was kind of anxious to get going. I'd have lots of chances to see her subservient in that gown. "Everyone up."
Amy and Christi scrambled to their bare feet. Christ moved to her position behind the cart. I looked at her. "I know. My hands will stay here," she said as she realized what I was looking at.
I picked up a pair of handcuffs. Jane smiled ruefully and raised her bare arms. I snapped the cuffs about her wrists and jingled them. After I'd released her hands, she dropped them to her front. The steel bands making a wonderful contrast against the black of her dress. She didn't seem to notice the effect, but then again I wouldn't have expected that.
I walked along beside Christi. Occasionally glancing at her. Not quite believing how her body moved beneath the sweater. Knowing that I could have her remove it in a second with a single word.
As we exited the mall, Jane stopped and turned to me. We'd about made it back to the road across the parking lot.
"M-master?"
"What is it?"
"I know I've asked for too much today already. And I'll understand if you say no. Okay?"
"Yes ..."
"I was. I mean. Your slave was just wondering if she, and slave Amy could perhaps walk on the gra.s.s again? You still haven't allowed us shoes. Not that I'm complaining, but it is so much more comfortable. We have tender feets. Please?"
"What about poor Christi?" I asked her. "She doesn't deserve to have to walk along without company. She's pushing the cart after all."
Jane's face fell. Thinking.
Christi spoke up from her position behind the cart.
"I've had to crawl on pavement. If I could do that, I can certainly walk barefoot on it. It really isn't that uncomfortable. I'd prefer the gra.s.s, but only because it feels so much nicer on the toes. It really doesn't hurt except when you step on a stone. Don't let that stop you from letting them walk on the gra.s.s. Please."
Jane looked up. "Would you let us switch around? Take turns pushing the cart? Let two walk on the gra.s.s and then switch say every half hour? Please?" Her face brightening.
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