A lovely and wonderful month passed as Ron continued to teach Sara how to properly serve a Man. What she found completely fascinating was that her business endeavors increased. As she used the tools Ron taught her, her business dealings changed representatively. Her dress reflected the joy she found in her femininity, and this rubbed off on both the men and women with whom she associated. Other women also began to dress more beautifully. The men responded to the change in the office ambiance. It wasn't just a matter of more cleavage or skin showing, but an attitude. It was like, at least in their office building, the unisex stigma was broken, and men and women were allowed to once again reflect their natural gender.
At home, Sara was seldom clothed, and Ron had arranged for her to be waxed as often as necessary to maintain smoothness on her legs and bottom. He loved taking care of her, of tending her feminine needs. He had hired a seamstress to create a wardrobe for her according to his design. No more slacks ... ever! She would always be clad as the beautiful female she was. Lots of pinks and reds. Lots of lace and soft shimmery fabric. Lots of deep necklines in front and back, and lots of slits up the sides or the middle. The essence was she was covered yet accessible, a feminine delight.
He continued to work with her on such elementary things as her walk, often using the anal pony tail just because he liked it on her. As her nipples healed, he experimented with different rings, decorative weights and chains. He even had the designer create several slinky tanks with holes for the gems to poke through for special occasions. For her part, Sara had never smiled as much in her life.
Ron was completely delighted with Sara's growth and development. She carried herself elegantly whether clothed or not. He admittedly enjoyed seeing her tantalizing nipples through her silky white blouses, of which she had many. On these days, he required her to wear the largest of gems or decorative clips on her nipples. Sara's entire posture was different as she grew daily in her feminine charm, captivating the attention of every male in the building and many of the females. It wasn't that she was perfectly gorgeous, but rather that her beauty was so deep and soft. Ron proudly owned her, and every man in the building knew it.
Sara was taught not to resist the attention of any Man, but she should, in fact, welcome such, and she did. She loved the way Men looked at her, their eyes glued to her pierced and protruding nipples or deep cleavage. She was quite certain it was now general knowledge that she wore no undergarments, and somehow, this thrilled her. She wondered how many of the men she encountered fantasized about her in some lovely way. Even as she showed homes to perspective buyers, she wondered if the Men were inspecting the home or her.
Ron's affection for Sara deepened, and a few weeks after her luscious nipples were pierced, Sara's Master began to teach her how to welcome guests properly into their home. He explained that a well-trained slave will open the door and immediately kneel open. If the guest has outer garments to shed, they will be placed over her outstretched arms. The slave will quickly hang such garments appropriately, and as inconspicuously as possible, assume her place at the right hand of her Master. If, however, the guests wish to be served in some fashion and has not brought his own slave, it is the joy and pleasure of the house slave to oblige in whatever manner seen fit whether in refreshment or sexual service.
One particular Tuesday morning, Ron instructed Sara to cancel her appointments for the day. She looked at him quizzically, but obeyed. Ron said nothing further to her as she knelt by his side. His right hand absently toyed with the heavy crystal that hung from her nipple, her fingers laced behind her back as always.
"Come, love," he said when he had finished reading his paper. "Let's go for a stroll, shall we? Put on your sweater jacket. It should be quite sufficient."
"Yes, thank you, Master." She did as he wished. The jacket of which he spoke had no buttons or fasteners, but only a belt which he secured. He then attached a long leather leash to her collar. He could see her apprehension. They had never gone out in public with her on the leash before. It had only been used in their home or a private club. Ron arranged the hem of the sweater nicely, so it hung to a few inches above her knees. There was an unavoidable slit in the front, so her steps would have to be small. Ron clipped a shiny delicate gold chain to the rings on each nipple and instructed her to circle the room. She did and he nodded his approval.
"Sara, we are going to walk several blocks. You will have no inner stimulation, however, you will feel my fingers examining and exploring you as we walk. I also wish for you to eye every male we meet along the way and smile beautifully. You are a slave, a beautiful, sexy slave. Convey this truth to every male we pass. It should be as clear as if we hung a sign around your neck. Do you understand, pet?"
"I believe so, Master." She smiled and he kissed her deeply, pulling her close to him. He loved how the nipple clips dug into his own chest, and the softness and aroma of her flesh was always a pleasure to him. He felt her heat.
He picked up the end of the leash and off they went. He held the leash taut as they walked, and he watched the faces of those they passed, mostly in vehicles. All eyes drank in her feminine grace, then looked at him with envy. He led her down the quiet street near his cabin toward town. As she walked, Sara grew more confident. She loved the way the elegant chain pulled and danced with her nipples, and she enjoyed that her Master walked so fast she had to work to keep up with him. She enjoyed being owned by him. She still didn't really understand why this was true, but nevertheless, she knew it in the deepest parts of her. She knew she was a slave, his slave. She could feel his fingers stirring inside of her as they walked. She loved the way the sweater pulled open with her fingers duly laced behind her. She thrilled at the look on her Master's face. They reached an intersection and stopped for the light. He stroked her bare bottom affectionately.
"One more block, my dear, how do you feel?" he asked his slave.
"Like I could walk all night, Master, by your side." She smiled deliciously.
"Good girl." There were more people walking on the next block, and Sara felt the stimulation of many eyes drinking in her availability. She wondered if they all knew she was his slave. She wondered if they understood. She felt naked, and she felt beautiful. "And do you feel my fingers inside you?"
She smiled a big, warm smile. "Yes, Master."
They continued to walk closer and closer to the town center, and small though it was, there were numerous people milling about the businesses. They stopped for another light, and Ron's hand reached across her for her right nipple. He tugged playfully on the chain, and heard her purr in response. Just as he released her, a Man approached.
"Ron, my God, how wonderful you look! How long has it been?" Ron grasped the Man's hand heartily.
