Liverpool

The rest of the week past by quickly. On Wednesday Suzi took me shopping once Sir and Master had gone to work for the day. Sir had left me one of His credit cards with the pin number and told Suzi the limit on it; they wouldn't tell me. I think they thought I would faint if I knew how much Sir was willing to spend on me. I found out later that I spent nearly a grand that day. Everytime I said something though Sir would frown at me or tell me off. He said it was only money and that I deserved a treat. I still think it was too much but I learnt to live with the guilt. We went to shop after shop, buying short skirts that Mother would have fainted over, tight little blouses and jumpers that showed off my breasts to their best advantage and I even managed to build up my shoe collection. I discovered a fellow shoe addict in Suzi, though her taste ran to tiny ballet pumps rather than the towering heels I favoured.

We finished up in a small secluded shop way off the high street. There was no shop window, just a normal house door and no sign outside so at first I wondered if Suzi was taking me to a friends house but inside was a different matter. The back of the house had been opened up by french doors that led out to a tiny but immaculate garden and let the sunshine in to give the place a welcoming feel. We were greeted by possible the campest man I had ever met. He was dressed in a pink tight fitting jumper and black jeans that showed off everything. He jumped up from the pink sofa he was lounging on to squeal at Suzi and hugged her so hard she had to beg him to let her breathe.

'Sweetie darling,' he crooned at her. 'Where have you been hiding yourself? We haven't seen you in ages, have we boys?'

The rest of the shop gathered around her, asking questions and giggling with her. I hung back a bit, not wanting to intrude on their reunion until Suzi had a chance to introduce me. Finally she turned and pulled me into the group.

'Charlie, this is Megan, Clive's new pet. Megan, meet Charlie, possibly the best friend a girl could have. He has the most wonderful collection of goodies.'

'Megan, sweetie, we knew Clive had someone hidden away but He didn't tell us you were such a cutie. Now, tell me, how can my boys and I help you today?'

'I don't know.' I bit my lip. I was always shy around new people, especially people who were as flamboyant as Charlie. 'What sort of goodies do you have?'

'Well,' he replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'why don't we start with something nice for you to wear and see where we get to, yes?'

I nodded my head and let him lead me further into the shop. All along one wall was a range of gorgeous lingerie in silk, lace, satin and leather. Off to one side was a selection of outfits, opposite that was a huge collection of vibrators, plugs, and strap-ons; beyond those was a wall dedicated to collars, leads, chains, whips, floggers and handcuffs in leather, metal or silk. In all it was a dream shop.

'So why don't we get you undressed and get some measurements and you can pick out what you like, yes?'

Charlie seemed to end every sentence with that word. He was a bit like me, eager to please. I didn't know about stripping off in front of him and his boys though.

'Don't you worry, none of my boys are interested in you that way, sweetie. Well apart from Jeremy, he's such a horny little sod he'll shag anything, but he's on a promise tonight so he'll behave himself, yes?'

I couldn't help but smile at Charlie. He was so much fun. I wiggled out of my clothes and stood naked in the middle of the shop. I seemed to be getting naked in front of strangers all the time at the minute. I told myself it was good practice for the party. Charlie led me up to a little platform in front of a bank of mirrors and clapped his hands for a tape measure.

'So we have a thirty-six DD here, ohh nice little waist, twenty-seven inches, I bet it's hell trying to find clothes to fit that, if I was you I wouldn't bother trying to squeeze down a size, just relax and add on half an inch or so. Clive doesn't like a stick insect in His bed you know, yes? And then we have a sexy little arse here, thirty-four inches, yes?'

'I'm not a double D you know.'

'Oh yes you are, you've just been wearing a D cup for so long you haven't noticed when you've gone up a size, yes? Now I know Clive loves His silk, but lace would be so pretty on you too, yes? White is sweet too but not too much, yes? We all know you wouldn't be in here if you were a sweet innocent, yes? So I'm thinking ivory, blue, red and black to mix in there as well, show off your colouring, yes? So, Calvin, can you get me everything in her size in silk and lace in those colours and we'll have a little leather for the party this weekend, yes?'

The boy he had picked out disappeared into another room and came back with an armful of boxes. The underwear was whisked out and shown to me before I tried each piece on. Charlie was right about my cup size, everything I tried fitted so much better than what I had been wearing. The feel of the silk as it slithered over my skin was turning me on, the lace was light and feminine and made me feel like a princess. It was the leather that captured me though. Charlie brought out an ivory corset with tiny boxers, covered on deep pink roses that made me feel sensuous and slinky as well as an identical black set that had been embroidered with tribal designs in black thread. Suzi came up behind me twisted my hair up off my neck.

'You look positively edible, sweetie. How am I going to keep my hands off you til Master gets home?'

'Well considering He called me and said you would probably be coming in here....'

'Oh Charlie, He didn't, did He?'

'Oh yes He did. Shame on you Suzi Q, taking advantage of a little innocent like her.'

Charlie wagged his finger at Suzi and scowled at her. I giggled at his serious expression.

'Don't you laugh missy, Ross and Clive are my two best customers. Now is there anything here you don't like?'

'Nope, I love it all. I just don't know how to chose what I want most of all.'

'Come back here and see if this helps you at all, yes?'

He took my arm and tucked it into his.

'I keep all my real goodies back here, taadaa!'

He opened a curtain to reveal a stunning collection of boots, knee-highs, thigh-highs and sexy little ankle boots. I was in shoe heaven.

'Now Clive said you were allowed one of each type, otherwise His wardrobe would disappear under a mountain of shoes. So, I thought, the ivory knee-highs, black thigh-highs, you can never go wrong with those, yes? And finally, these.'

He held up a pair of midnight blue silk ankle boots by the thick silver chain that connected them together.

'They take a bit of getting used to, but once you've mastered them, they will give the sexiest walk ever. Try them on, yes?'

'Oh yes please.'

He was spot on about these boots. I fell over twice trying to work out how to walk without the chain pulling me off balance and I knew it would take me a while to walk rather than lurch but they felt so sexy, I had to have them. In fact, this whole day had made me feel so good about myself. The people around me had made me feel sexy and confident and in control; if this was how one day as Sir's pet could boost me, I couldn't wait to see how good the rest of my life was going to be. By the time I'd gotten changed back into my street clothes, all my new underwear had been wrapped up in tissue paper and placed back in the box it came out of. The boxes were stacked along beside the settee at the front door ready for us to take away and Suzi was chatting to Charlie about next weekend's party.

'Did you know Tazmin's going? She's taking two of her Masters new subs for Him and He's bringing Mia. That'll be her first time out since she got back, yes?'

'I heard that she was home, she must be feeling better now it's all over.'

'What happened to her?' From the tone of their voices I thought it must have been something horrific, like a car accident or something. It was worse.

'Mia's last Master was a bit of a bastard. He was so jealous of anyone even thinking about her that he knocked her out one night, strapped her down so she couldn't move and tattooed his name across her pussy. She woke up just as he had finished the first letter, when she screamed at him he just laughed at her and carried on. She's been over in the States getting it removed for the last few weeks, if she's coming over on Saturday it must mean it's healed up already. It's ok sweetie, he's in jail now.' She said when she saw my worried face. 'Her Master now is Michael, He's a bit strange, likes to have a harem of girls around Him, but He's a very nice chap. Come on sweetie, we need to get going, Clive and Master will be wanting their dinner.'

We said good-bye to Charlie and his boys, a couple of whom were coming to the party, and set off home. It took us longer than I thought it would. I was still getting used to everything being farther apart compared to the smaller city I had grown up in and Sir was already home by the time we got back. I ran up and kissed Him as soon as I saw Him. It didn't matter how long He was away for or what I was doing when we were parted, I still missed Him every second of the day. He pulled me close to Him and sat down with me on His knee.

'So did you have a good day?' He asked me.

'Yes, we went to so many shops, I think my feet are dead and I met Charlie and he has the nicest boys and the best shoes ever, but I was good and I only got three pairs from him. I also got so much underwear I think it'll last me forever but Suzi didn't get any. How come she never wears any?'

'Ross isn't interested in wrappings that get in His way when He wants her. I think He read the 'Story of O' one too many times.'

'What's that?'

'It's a very good book I need to find for you to read at some point.'

'Oh ok, so how was your day Sir?'

'Same shit, different day. Come on wench, what are you doing sitting around when I've been home for half an hour and still not had a cup of tea?'

He slapped me on the arse and I jumped up with a giggle to go make Him His tea. Suzi was waiting for me in the kitchen. She had already boiled the kettle and was just pouring the water into the pot when I got there. I waited with her as we let it stew and then I took a cup through to where Sir sat.

'Sir, your tea's ready.'

'Bout time too pet. Right go put your stuff away and I'll order dinner.'

'Don't you want me to cook Sir?'

'It's nearly six now, by the time you get everything put away and start cooking it'll be nearly eight o' clock and I'll be starving way before then. So I hope you like Chinese.'

'Yes Sir.' I answered. I hadn't realised how late it was. I wasn't used to the days getting longer yet and I thought it was earlier than six. I climbed the stairs with my bags and boxes perched precariously on top of each other. It took me nearly an hour to put it all away; my task wasn't made any easier by me stopping to admire everything at least once and then realising halfway through that I wanted to change how it was all organised. I got there in the end, though by the time dinner had arrived Ross had come round and taken Suzi home with Him. It was just the two of us at home that night and it was nice like that, cosy and snug and quiet. He went upstairs to work afterwards leaving me to clean up and check His clothes for the next day were clean and ironed. Once I had finished all my chores I took Sir more tea and sat on the floor at His feet for the rest of the evening. I knew from our late night chats online that He often worked at home like this and I had brought a book to keep me still while He concentrated on the screen in front of Him. Every now and again He would sit back and stroke my hair or my shoulder absentmindedly as He thought through the problems that had cropped up during the hour or so He had been away.

Thursday was busy too. I met Suzi in town at lunchtime after I had completed the chores on the list that Sir had left me. I liked lists, they gave me a sense of achievement when I had finished them and it made it easier to plan what I had to do that day. At the bottom of today's list was 'Meet Suzi in town for lunch and beauty stuff.' So I did as I was told and drove to the local train station. There was no way I was driving into the city centre, I would have gotten lost in five minutes. Suzi was waiting for me at the other end and we had lunch in the main concourse, before we went arm in arm, giggling over nothing, into the salon. Sir had told me not to shave that morning in the shower so I guessed that I going to get waxed. I was a bit worried it would hurt, I'd tried waxing at home and it hadn't worked and hurt like hell but the girl who was doing me was really nice and it wasn't that bad. I suppose for her it was normal for girls to come in and open their legs to show her their pussys. I got a bit of a thrill out of it though, feeling her soft warm hands stroking over me and I couldn't help but be turned on by the whole experience.

I don't know if it was an accident or if it was on purpose but towards the end I felt her fingers brush over my clit and my body jumped like it had been electrocuted. She must have noticed how my naughty pussy had started to leak juices over her fingers for she got bolder with her caresses, running her fingertips over the edges of my outer lips as if to check for hairs, all the time getting closer to my clit. I was squirming under her touch, so close to cuming, yet needing that extra little push to send me into orgasm. Finally her thumb settled on my clit and pressed down onto it hard. I shuddered, breathing hard and squeaked and came. It wasn't as big as the ones Sir, Master and Suzi had given me the other day but awfully nice none the less. I looked up at her and asked if she wanted some fun too but she shook her head and said she had a fella at home for that. She just liked making girls cum and then telling her man about it at the end of the day.

I got up with slightly unsteady legs and thanked her for her good service. My skin felt so slinky and smooth from the oil she had liberally applied afterwards and my new underwear slithered over it so easily; it seemed everything I did these days just turned me on so much that I was walking around feeling constantly horny.

That night was like the one before. I was commanded to sit with Sir and keep Him company while we ate and talked about our day. When I told Him what happened when I was getting waxed He shook His head and said,

'That pussy of yours is getting out of control. I might have to take over her behaviour.'

'How would you do that?' I honestly didn't know how He could make it behave when I struggled.

'It's quite simple pet. You don't get to play unless I tell you you're allowed to. And that includes playing by yourself. So new rule, unless I say otherwise, you keep your fingers off MY pussy, clear?'

'So it's your pussy now, and I don't get a say in any of this?'

'You have a problem with this?'

I thought about it for a minute. It was a bit weird to hand over control of part of my body to another person.

'What if I get really really horny?'

'Then you wait til I get home and I will decide if you get to play or not.'

'And what happens if you're away for a few days?'

'Then you call me,' He held up His hand to forestall my next question. 'If you don't get through, leave a message and I will get back to you when I'm free to do so. Basically, no-one touches my pussy or tits without my permission, not you, not anyone.'

'What about days like today, when I'm at the salon?'

'I will go with you from now on. It can be a Saturday morning treat for us both. I get to watch you squirm under another woman's touch and you get to have some fun. Any more questions?'

I couldn't think of any other situations to question Him about for now. It sounded like it was something He had been thinking about for a while.

'Is there anything else you want to control?' I asked. I wasn't being sarky or disrespectful, I just didn't like things being sprung on me.

'Your clothing, especially your underwear. I want you to lay it out for me the night before and let me approve it, understood?'

'Yes Sir, I understand.'

'Right, well you clean up while I go get started with tonight's crises and then you should be in bed by ten. You're looking tired and you're going to have a busy day tomorrow. I'll make your list and leave it on the fridge for the morning.'

'Yes Sir.'

I loved those words. Two simple three lettered words that made me feel more secure than I ever had in the past.

We made love that night, no bindings, no slaps or spanks, just soft slow sweet love that took the breath from me with it's intensity. He held me close, cradling me in His arms, kissing my neck, keeping me safe from the world. It always amazed how we could make love, create it with a touch, a look, a whisper. Yes, I loved the kinky stuff but I never ever wanted to lose this feeling of security.

Friday morning, my list was waiting for me on the fridge door and I looked it over while I made Sir's breakfast. It ran to two hand written pages and it told me how He wanted the whole house cleaned, starting with the kitchen and ending by changing all the bedding. I saw what He'd meant yesterday by me having a busy day. It would take me all day to complete these chores but it showed me how much He trusted me to make His home beautiful for His friends the next day. Once He had left for work I got to work. The house was tidy already which helped so I only had to clean it. I did the breakfast dishes and wiped off the worktops, then mopped the tiled floor. I dusted all the rooms and hoovered everywhere there was carpet and that took me til lunchtime. I wasn't used to doing all this housework. Mother either did it herself or had her cleaners do it and I found it was actually quite soothing. I liked making Sir's home nice for Him. I suppose it was my home too now, but that was an idea that still needed some thinking about. I guess I was waiting for something to go wrong, like it usually did and then I could see if I really fitted in here. We hadn't had a proper argument yet, other than me getting a bit upset about Him testing me with Master and Suzi. I didn't want to think about things going wrong though, not when I had so much other stuff to freak out over with this party at the weekend. I knew that Sir would protect and guide me as much as He could and He had said that my lead wouldn't leave His hand; that didn't stop me worrying about everything though. In the end I decided that I would leave it all up to Him, He was the boss in this relationship and I had to let Him lead me wherever we were going.

That night, when He came home and found the house beautiful, ready for the party, He was so pleased with me. I showed Him everything I had done, pulling Him around the house by His hand and wiggling whenever He praised me. We went back through to the kitchen and I was finishing off His dinner when He presented me with a little black box, tied up in cream silk ribbon. I wiped my hands off on my jeans as I still hadn't had time to change and opened it carefully. Inside was a black leather dog collar with a silver tag engraved with His name on one side.

'This is for you, my pet. I want you to wear it from now on. The only time you can take it off is when you are going out the house without me and then I will include the permission to do so on your list, understood?'

'Yes Sir I understand. Thank you for this, it is beautiful.'

'That's fine pet. You'll need to take care of it. I got you some leather oil, saddle soap and sponges; you'll find them under the sink. You should use some of it now, soften up the leather so it doesn't mark your skin. I got you a matching lead too. It's alright pet, you don't need to cry.'