Anna had just handed in an important essay and rewarded herself with a day off and took me to buy underwear. Before we went out she stood against the wall in the hallway and had me lick her quickly to orgasm before telling me to wash and to put my lipstick on again. She inspected me to ensure I was smooth and how wet I was. Embarrassingly I was usually wet, more so after being used. She grinned at me, knowing I was ashamed of my arousal with her.
They had discussed the baldness of my cunt on that first night. They had discussed the merits of having a small triangle or a thin strip left but eventually they decided on keeping me totally smooth. I knew they were still debating whether I should have a tattoo to show my submission. They didn't ask me of course, I had no say over that, they had control. The feeling the air or my knickers was so obvious on my very sensitive lips and mound. I had spent ages looking at myself in the mirror after I had shaved that first time to see what it looked like. I thought it was obvious I looked like a child whore, my lips were obvious and permanently on view. Though my blonde hairs were thin they had hidden and protected me in the past.
She chose a thin sweater with no bra and skirt just above the knee for me to wear. I knew my nipples were obvious. Men had stared. Even though we were buying underwear Mistress had been quite firm and not allowed any underwear of any description to be worn when we went out. I was quite nervous. When I hadn't been allowed underwear when out with Master it invariable ended with sex, now with Anna, I didn't know what to expect. I felt that everyone could see I wasn't wearing a bra, feel eyes on my swaying breasts, picking out my nipples, felt that they knew I had nothing under my skirt because another woman had ordered me not to. It brought out my submissive streak even more and I felt myself doing exactly as she told me.
Being mid-week there was hardly anyone around and we were the only customers in this store. Mistress told the young shop assistant that she was looking for risqué and erotic underwear. The girl was wearing the black skirt and white blouse uniform of shop assistants and had a badge saying 'Angela' at her breast. It seemed to me that it must be obvious that Anna was in charge of me and I felt my blushes gradually increase, hoping she thought, at best, I was a younger sister. At the beginning Mistress discounted everything that the girl showed us as being too conservative. Eventually she picked out a number of items that the girl showed her, though I did not see much of the merchandise as the girl either had quickly realised that the goods were either for Mistress or that she was the person who made the decisions.
She gave the girl my measurements and we all went to a large changing cubicle. The girl looked to go but Mistress told her that we would appreciate her help so she reluctantly stayed with us. I was told to take off my sweater. Both of them looked at my tits. I thought of the cinema. My nipples crinkled. Eventually the girl looked away embarrassedly but I had seen her staring at them. I was made to try on a succession of bras. The first was totally transparent.
"Angela, I would like to see it with her nipples harder. Would you..." She looked directly at the girl who looked startled at both me and Mistress.
"Aren't they... aren't they hard enough?" She looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. She licked her dry lips. Her cheeks had a red blotch on each.
"No. Pinch them for me please Angela."
"Couldn't she..."
"No. You do it."
Eventually the girl complied. I watched her wide eyes follow her thin fingers to my tits and as they squeezed lightly on each nipple, then harder until their size and pertness met Mistress' approval. It was so very humiliating having the shopgirl touch me. I was being whored again. She took her fingers away not looking me in the eye. I wondered if they would make me accept her as a 'Mistress' too. It didn't seem likely, it would be difficult as she seemed so lacking in obvious control. The next two bras were quarter cupped bras and my nipples were on view above the up thrusting small balcony of cloth. The skin on my breasts was becoming a little blotchy; my arousal was beginning to be noticeable, and not only to me. The final bra was black and had a hole for my nipples with a rubber band inside the hole. When it was fastened, Mistress had the embarrassed girl place my nipples in the right place. I felt her hands inside my bra then pull my nipples through. The bands were quite tight and my nipples enlarged against them even more, standing out pink against the black, as I felt the increased tension around them. They both stared at them. Finally I was allowed to remove it.
"Now the knickers. Take off your skirt."
"But.. but if you try them on you have to buy them. You can't change them."
"No it's alright. Don't worry we'll buy all she tries on." Her voice was soothing to Angela whilst she motioned to me to get my skirt off. I stepped from it and until I stood up straight I didn't think the girl was aware of my total nudity. Suddenly she looked shocked and ready to bolt. I was breathing quicker too as I stood there on display and the girl's eyes was drawn to my mound, to my shaven pussy. Her cheeks were quite red now.
Mistress had me try on a very tight metallic finished g-string and a couple of transparent ones that all made my lips very obvious. The last one had beading instead of a gusset and a black waist. It didn't cover me at all. Angela said it might not be a good idea to wear them outside. I couldn't agree more. I didn't know where to put myself when I felt the beads slip in between my lips as they were both looking. I could feel the hardness of them between my lips and against my clit, I shuddered and muffled a moan as my movements pulled them against me. Mistress reached down and with her fingers inside pulled out the beads, attempting, or in theory attempting, to lay them again over the join of my now swollen lips but they simply slid back each time. My submissiveness as well as my whimpers were obvious to the girl now.
The girl made to go but Mistress caught her arm with her free one. Her fingers continued to play with me and the girl watched, her eyes glued to what was being done to me.
"If we come here again will you be happy to look after my friend, to serve us Angela?" The girl's eyes were fixed on my cunt and I could imagine how it looked with the beads inside the lips and Anna rubbing my engorged clit. "Would you be happy to give us a special fitting again Angela?"
I saw the girl nod. "Yes." A whisper and she was gone. So were Mistress's fingers much to my frustration but she brought them to my mouth. I sucked and cleaned her. Her fingers in my mouth making me accept. She just called me a dirty little slut and told me to dress. At the cash desk the girl appeared to have regained both composure and confidence. "Yes Madam, if you need to return, if ever you bring 'her' in again I will be more than happy to assist you."
Over coffee Anna spoke to me, embarrassing me as others were near.
"I could see that you liked that, showing yourself off to a younger girl like that. And she liked looking at your tits and cunt, oh yes. You never thought you were a little lezzie as well as a dirty cocksucker did you? I don't mind you enjoying being naughty, as long as you do as you're told. You are a good little slut girl, aren't you? Pussy licking one minute, then displaying yourself and your slutty arousal the next. Yes, we could both tell how excited you were you know? You're such a slut, it's so obvious. She liked looking at your tits and cunt, as much as you like showing them to everyone. I bet she was as wet as you. I bet she'll want more next time! Will she want you to lick her or will she want to lick you, I wonder. I'll have you naked right in the shop next time for her. Do you know I think I can smell your dirty cunt juices here now in the café?"
I thought to myself I love Masters cock most of all, it filling me, its hardness and strength, its power as it takes me. But I liked the way Mistress' hands felt on my skin too, I liked the way a women looks, soft, and beautiful. I liked the feeling of Mistress' lips on mine, the way a women smells. I was uncertain of things, though not uncertain of the fact that I felt humiliated more by women.
On the driveway when we returned there was a man with Master, who he introduced as Mr Grey, and we all went in together. He was an older man, probably around 50 or so, though well kept. I felt flustered as it was the first time there had been anyone else in the house since I had been told to be naked there. I didn't quite know what they expected but kept my clothes on anyway, albeit with my hard nipples on show. They all sat laughing in the sitting room as I made tea for everyone. Apparently Mistress had told them about my purchases and were looking through them as I brought the tray in.
"Mr Grey is the gentleman who lives in the house behind your room, Lucy." My face burnt as I looked quickly at the man before looking down at the carpet.
"Yes, I can see what I presume is your bedroom window quite clearly from my house. I know Anna had it previously." His eyes stared back at me and, flustered, I looked away, muttering an hello. Had he seen me at the window? Surely not?
"Yes, you know I used to have that room. The naughty man could see me in there often." I looked up in shock, knowing that he must have seen me too, seen my daily displays of submissiveness. He had seen me displaying as ordered to! Oh god! Oh God! I closed my mouth and looked down feeling very silly.
I noticed Anna had picked up the underwear. "It's a shame about underwear I always think. It never looks its best when you see them in the shops, not on anyone." Mr Grey laughed. "Though the girl in the shop sure did!" She continued.
"Did she like what she saw?"
"Of course. I'm sure you would.
They all looked at me. She had virtually offered him a fashion show! Of course he wasn't going to turn it down. Of course, I realised, they all expected me to do as I was told.
"Considering how much she has displayed to you already, I don't think she will mind showing you too, would you Lucy?" I wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground and die of shame.
"That's jolly decent of you Michael. Are you sure you don't mind?"
I suddenly realised he wasn't asking me if I minded. He was asking Master! The room was spinning, I hadn't quite understood everything. Mistress took me out of the room, bringing our purchases.
It was terribly humiliating. They loved it, not just the display of my subservience and my body they also were loving my humiliation. Master and Mistress both knew how much displaying myself aroused me and they spent quite a few moments on my positioning each time, examining my assets more than the garments. Mistress took photographs too. At first all I felt was humiliation, embarrassment and nervousness but gradually they all knew I was warming to it, especially between my legs. I had to bend and squat and spread my legs for the man to see when I wore the transparent sets. With the quarter display cup bras I had to go really close up to Mr Grey and bend over so my tits were on display close to him. My nipples were hard and dark against my soft pale breasts. My trembling made them wobble a little, my breathing was shallow. I couldn't look at the anyone. I felt totally naked even though I wasn't. I was having to display myself disgustingly and knew I was enjoying it.
