Christy's email was pretty nice. She had introduced herself fully, starting with her name and background (her age, by the way, was 19), and giving all the details of her young sexy body. The pictures she included were very nice too. She had started with a picture of her in the mall at work. Then she moved on to better pictures of her in sexy clothes and ended with 3 pictures of her totally naked front and back, one being with her legs spread wide. My penis got hard looking at her tight pussy with those soft pink lips open and inviting, already glistening with her juices. She was obviously a very horny girl. I didn't reply to that mail. She still had one more test to go...the phone call.
She passed that too by calling promptly at 10 PM the same day that I humiliated Devyn in front of her girl friends.
"Hello Sir." Her voice sounded really soft, young, and sexy as I took the receiver from Cheryl's hand and put it to my ear.
"Who is it?" I pushed her.
"I...I am Christy, your slut, Master." She sounded nervous, but determined to make it into my good graces.
"What do you want Christy?"
"I wish to be your slave Sir...your slut to be used and trained."
"And what are you prepared to do for it?"
"Anything Sir...anything it takes."
"Have you cum since I saw you, doll?"
"No Sir. It was so hard because I got really aroused when I thought about you, but I followed your orders, Sir."
"What are you wearing now, girl?"
"A tight small tank top and thong panties, Sir."
"And how is your body feeling right now?"
"My nipples are so hard that they are poking through the tank Sir."
"And your pussy?"
"It's wet and horny, Master."
"So your panties are wet?"
"They are soaked through, Sir."
"Slide your panties off, girl."
"Yes Sir. I am sliding off my panties. Now my pussy is bare and wet Sir."
"Push two fingers into your pussy hole and start fingering yourself in and out slowly."
"Yes Sir. I am doing it now. Mmmmmmmmmmm...it feels so good!"
"Tell me when your pussy starts dripping on the floor." After a minute, she told me that she was dripping juices on the floor.
"Ok. Stop fingering yourself."
"Yes Sir."
"Take off your top."
"Ok Sir....I have taken off my top Sir."
"Lick your fingers clean of your juices. Then pinch your nipples."
"Yes Sir." I could hear her making a licking sound, and then moaning as she pinched her already aroused nipples. I played with her on the phone for a few more minutes, and then let her go without letting her cum. She groaned with need but sounded cheerful again when I told her to report to me the next day at my home, for I had decided to take her on as a trainee slut. I told her to dress like a slut without specifying the exact dress.
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Next day
I was halfway through my breakfast when Devyn brought the phone. The nervous, sweet feminine voice on the other end was Candy. She had broken up with her boyfriend and wanted me to accept her as a slave.
"No, Candy. I don't take just anyone as a slut. Just because you say you want to be my slave is not enough reason for me to accept you as a slave."
"Please Sir. I will do anything. Test me. I really want to be your slave. I couldn't sleep last night because I was thinking about what it'd be like to live with you and be treated like Devyn everyday!" Her pleading and begging went on and on. I thought of the foxy, hot blonde that I had spanked in front of her society friends the other day and decided to give her a chance.
"Hmmmmmmmm...ok, dress in your sluttiest outfit and be here in an hour!"
"Oh, thank you Master. I'll be there!" She gushed.
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Christy showed up on time and Devyn opened the door dressed in a skimpy, transparent negligee. When I walked into the drawing room, she was standing just inside the door waiting for orders. I went and sat on a couch and gestured for her to come and stand before me. She silently took position before me and I slowly examined her with my eyes.
She had dressed in minimal clothes, wearing a tight, very small halter top which had widening straps, but left the space between her tits and part of her tits from the sides in the center bare. It hugged her tits so tightly that her nipples were protruding. For the bottom she had put on very tiny shorts that hugged her pussy so closely that the lips were parted and could easily be seen as separate with the thin material stretching over her youthful contours.
"Spread..." I said slowly. She opened her legs wide, and I inserted my hand between her legs, cupping her soft pussy in my big palm. I slowly rubbed up and down, feeling the pressure of her tight pussy in my palm.
"Turn around!" I commanded calmly.
She turned around and I resumed the visual examination from behind. Apart from the straps joined behind her neck, the strap wrapping around her back was only one and a half inches wide, leaving the rest of her back bare. Her shorts were low-rise and almost, but not quite, showing the top of her ass crack. On the bottom side they didn't cover her ass cheeks completely, leaving about 1/3rd visible and free to be grabbed. In high 5" heels, her ass looked really pushed out.
"Grab your ankles, girl." Again, my voice was calm and confident. With her legs still spread, she grabbed her ankles and there I had her whole, young, nubile body almost naked and displayed in a very submissive and humiliating position. Her pussy was pushed into the ultra-tight shorts and the moisture could be seen forming along the line of her tight slit. I pushed my hand between her legs and grabbed her pussy tightly, then gave it a good squeeze.
"Ungh!" That was the only sound she emitted as her pussy got really hot in my hand and I felt the beginning of a moist spot under my finger. I started rubbing and squeezing the soft mound of her young, aroused pussy, pushing it to new heights of excitement. Her moans were getting an urgent tone as she tried to keep her squirming to a minimum....just then the doorbell rang.
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I looked up as Devyn went to open the door.
Candy's dress
Candy entered with small, nervous steps and a totally meek demeanor. She walked toward me and stood there with her head bowed, waiting for me to examine her and approve or reprimand. Like a good slut, she had refrained from speaking when not spoken to. She had promise. I examined her outfit visually.
She had settled for a shiny, silver sequin top with really thin black straps and a napkin style bottom, ending just under her tits. It seemed 2 sizes too small for her. The 4" black skirt was matching perfectly with the top and didn't seem to be hiding any of her lovely, milky white thighs. Hell, it was barely hiding her pussy at all. Her black 6" high spike heeled shoes strapped up her calves and made her legs look long and nice. They aren't called "fuck me" shoes for nothing! I just had to use a small gesture of my fingers and she turned around obediently. Her back was nearly completely bare, except for a single thin strap that tied the top behind her back. Her soft, blonde hair looked like silk, reaching the middle of her back. A large portion of her back and all of her waist was left bare. No bra was possible in that tight and skimpy top. The skirt was exposing the top of her ass crack and part of her ass cheeks from the bottom. In that position she looked absolutely fuckable.