To the anonymous reader with the lengthy comment on Chapter 10, turn back now, you'll hate this story even more!
So, I was reading some stories on Lit from an author I just added to my favorites and I started feeling nostalgic. Prior to being owned by the Goddesses I belonged to a wonderful Dom for several years. As it had turned out I'd belonged to my first Domme prior to Him and was "loaned out" to Him, He enjoyed me so much they worked out a trade. During those years He took me on vacations, shared me with His friends and struck the delicate balance between being a lover and Dominant. Honestly, if he'd asked I'd have left amber and been His sub forever. We have since parted ways amicably but, He was the reason I sought out being a submissive again, which is why I ended up with the Goddesses. This is one of our encounters.
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"Alright sweet ass," Master said giving my sore bottom a playful smack, "I have plans this afternoon that involve you. Head upstairs and clean up, everything you'll need it laid out on the bed."
"Yes Sir!" I replied as I started to move.
Until he'd told me to move I'd been laying in his arms feeling loved and safe. It was always that way after an intense play session and honestly my favorite part. My legs were a bit unsteady as I stood in my 4-inch heels for the first time in probably a couple hours. I'd been allowed one orgasm, but with the amount of teasing he'd done prior to that orgasm, it was so powerful that it actually hurt. Not only had my eyes completely whited over I came close to passing out! As I slowly regained my balance I made my way to the stairs, thankful for the sturdy railing, then headed up to my bedroom. His home was a lovely colonial he had worked tirelessly to update and transform into an amazing space with plenty of privacy and room for playing with his favorite slut. The oak treaded stairway was wide and curved to the left to the second level of the house. Once I made it to my designated bedroom, the one devoid of a door for it or the attached bathroom, I stepped out of my heels and started to remove my wrist cuffs. On the bed were several articles of clothing but sitting prominently on top was an enema kit.
"Someone does have plans!" I giggled tossing the wrist cuffs onto the bed and heading into the bathroom.
I removed the ankle cuffs and stockings I'd had on then proceeded to clean myself inside and out. Running my fingers over my legs I decided a quick touch up with a razor may not be a bad idea as I'd recognized the short golf skirt in the pile on the bed. It was a white pleated skirt that was short enough that the manufacturer had sewn in bottoms. It was also incredibly comfortable as well as sexy and one of my favorites to wear. Per Master's instructions my mound was adorned with a 1/2 wide landing strip that was painted pink with spray on hair coloring. His favorite nickname for me was "pinky" as a result but it was also one that I loved. With my shaving complete I applied coconut scented moisturizer before heading out to the bedroom. It was one of the few times I was allowed to be barefoot in his home as he absolutely loved heels and stockings.
As I looked over the items on the bed I was left a bit puzzled. The bra he'd selected was a nude lace strapless bra with three hook and eyes in the back. It would make sense if I were wearing a strapless top by the top he'd picked out was a dark green sleeveless one. I knew better than to question him, so I put the bra on then pulled the top on over it. While the bra wasn't overly supportive it was better than wearing a sports bra underneath which did nothing to accentuate my pert breasts. I picked up my favorite skirt and was shocked when I went to step through one of the leg holes. There were no leg holes! The sewn in bottoms had been neatly cut out! While it made stepping into the skirt much easier I'd have to be very careful if we were going to play golf as the skirt moved considerably when I swung my clubs and I typically flashed a bit of the bottoms with every swing. Thankfully I had another skirt just like this at home, which the guys in the golf league loved! Lastly, I put on a pair of thin, white socks which would disappear once I put on my golf shoes. Between the low-cut socks and short skirt my relatively short legs would look longer which Master would definitely enjoy.
"Ready?" He said leaning on the door frame of the bedroom.
"Yes, I am Sir!" I replied as I walked toward him.
He wore a dark blue golf shirt, gray golf pants and a pair of sneakers which I rarely ever saw him in. Much like the top I had on the material of his shirt and pants were the kind of light weight, breathable athletic type of material popular with athletes, I loved it because it was thin, smooth and silky. I followed him to his car in my stocking feet as the only footwear I had in his home were heels and one pair of golf shoes. Ever the gentleman he held the car door for me as I got in. As I sat, I smoothed my skirt under me, then folded the top underneath itself to reveal as much of my leg and pink strip as possible. Instead of crossing my legs or keeping them close I spread them until my knees touched the confines of the passenger's side of his car. Without another word we headed off with his hand so high on my thigh his pinky touched my lower abdomen.
Now I should explain that Master is a tremendous golf fan and insisted that I take up the game. As we do not live close geographically I own two sets of golf clubs, one I keep at home and the other which remain at his house. My clubs are not custom made like his, so it was cheaper to buy two sets than to have me fly with my golf bag when I was summoned to his home. The plane I took was very small, with seating for no more than 20, so traveling with clubs could have been an issue.
Master eventually removed his hand from my thigh, reached behind my seat, and produced my white and tan golf shoes.
"We are almost there," he said still looking straight ahead, "you can put those on now."
While I noticed we were not heading to the country club he was a member at I dared not ask where we were going. I would find out soon enough and it wasn't my place to know. Sometimes not knowing is far more exciting anyway, I'd turned myself over to him completely long ago and trusted him implicitly. He pulled the car into a relatively small, by comparison to his country club, looking course with a dirt parking lot and parked it. I waited until he got out and came around to my side to open the door until I moved my legs or skirt. He took my hand helping me out of the car then set about getting our clubs out of his trunk. We brought our bags to the small club house, which was really no bigger than a double wide trailer, putting them in a dilapidated stand.
"Why don't you take your putter, and a couple balls," Master said slipping his right hand under my ridiculously short skirt and sliding his fingers through my pussy lips, "and head to the putting green on the other side of the club house."
"Yes Sir!" I moaned softly as I spoke relishing in his touch.
He pulled his hand from under my skirt, wiping his wet fingers across my lips, before heading into the trailer. Licking my lips, I grabbed my putter and a few balls heading to the putting green, which was considerably smaller than the one at his country club. Doing as he said I worked on various putting drills my golf instructor had given me while I waited for him to come get me. There were very few people around the course thankfully, but I also managed to practice picking up the golf balls without exposing my bare bottom. After a while I saw Master waving at me signaling it was time to tee off. Approaching where I'd last seen him I noticed two golf carts ready with my bag on the right side of the first cart. I put my putter where it belonged then heard two men exiting the club house.
"So, this is why we're at this rinky dink place?" One said making no secret he was looking me up and down.
"Let's just say she is one of the reasons," Master said giving me a wink, "the course is a hidden gem." He pulled his driver from his bag and continued. "Allie this is Jim and Tony two very good friends of mine," he said with a wave, "Jim and Tony this is Allie."
Master introducing them as "very good friends" meant that he would most likely share me with them. He only had a few very good friends, but the fact we were golfing with two of them explained the modification to my skirt. Jim was the one who'd leered at me. We exchanged pleasantries before I slipped into the passenger side of Master's golf cart so he could drive us to the first tee. He and the guys would be playing from one set of tees while I would be playing from the ladies tees, which in this case was easily 90 yards closer to the river that crossed the hole in front of the fairway. All three made picture perfect swings sending their balls screaming down the middle of the fairway.
"When you go to tee up," Master said sliding back into the driver's seat and placing his hand between my legs as he'd done in the car, "do it with your back to us and keep your legs straight."
"Yes Sir!" I replied knowing full well his intention was for me to expose myself to his very good friends.
My stomach flipped a bit as I retrieved my club from the bag and walked to the first tee. I began to wonder if the only balls I would be playing with today would be the pink one in my hand or if they would be the fleshy variety. As I picked a spot to put my tee into the ground I made sure my back was squarely facing the carts behind me. I slowly bent over feeling the back of the skirt raise until it inevitably flipped over my back leaving me bare from my waist to my socks. Getting the ball to stay on the tee required more concentration than I could originally muster leaving me exposed much longer than I'd originally intended. When I stood my face was flushed from a combination of embarrassment and having my head down for so long. All three men applauded my efforts causing me to blush more. I took an extra second or two in order to steady myself before, much to my own amazement, launching my own ball down the fairway.
"It seems girlie can play!" Tony called out.
"Must be the freedom of being bare!" Jim added.
"Could be!" I replied happily bounding back to the cart.
With my club back in my bag I slid triumphantly back into the cart spreading my legs as wide as I could for Master. The cool air felt amazing as we drove down the fairway toward our balls.
"One quick thing," Master said stopping the cart near his ball, "lean forward." Without question I did as I was told feeling him deftly unhook my bra with one hand. "No need for that!" He said as he stepped out of the cart.
I quickly removed my bra, now understanding why he'd chosen a strapless one, tossing it into the basket between our seats and clubs. The thin, silky material I enjoyed so much now rubbed against my hardening nipples as I stepped out of the cart. Master was kind enough to tell me the distance, so I could select the right club. All four of us were within 20 yards of each other, the guys played very quickly, so I had to focus to keep up. While their shots all landed on the green mine fell just short. We got back into the cart with Master giving me a look of disapproval for not taking enough club. He pulled up next to the green where the guys went to do their thing while I figured out how to make up for my muffed shot.
