This is story fictitious, and all characters are over 18, part one tells of how Michelle and Eric met.
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Michelle and I had decided to go out for lunch, after a very busy morning in the office putting my records in order. I had also promised to take her shopping. She had dressed in a mini dress with the skirt 4 inches above the knee, no panties and a black bra. We didn't go to our usual restaurant as we fancied a change, it was busy, we had a table in the middle so we could observe the other diners. I had fitted Michelle with a small microphone so if an opportunity arouse I could hear what she said.
At a table in a corner, were 4 guys in deep conversation, laughing and joking, but when Michelle and I walked in they turned their eyes on to her. She sat so they could see her, and kept looking up and smiling at them, she also opened her legs so they could see up her skirt. We ordered a starter and main meal I order a bottle of red wine a Roche, while we sipped I asked if she liked the look of the 4 guys, she said that one of them looked sexy.
"Would you like to play with one of them?" I asked.
"Oh Master, with your permission it has been a busy day and I am feeling horny, may I please?"
"Yes my little one, you may but he cannot cum inside you, I suggest you entice him to the room at the end there, and lock the door, I will be able to hear you through my ear piece."
She looked up and smiled at the guy, I wondered if he knew that his dream was going to come true. Michelle also moved her chair so he had a better view of up her skirt. With her eyes looking into his she put a finger on her smooth pussy, and put it in to her mouth sucking it. I spotted a bulge in his pants.
Michelle stood and straightened her dress. She walked over to the corner table and leaned down and whispered in the man's ear for a moment. He looked at her, shocked, and then nodded. Michelle walked away and a minute later he stood and excused himself. I watched him follow her into the back room. I put in the earpiece to the transmitter and listened. I heard the door, and then he gasped. "I don't believe it." He said. "Believe it." Michelle told him. "How would you like it? You don't have a lot of time."
"I love the way your pussy looks." Good she had taken the dress off. "Can I fuck you there?"
"Yes, but you can't cum inside me. You'll have to pull out and cum in my mouth." I heard the rustling of clothes then the sound of a belt and pants hitting the floor. "Oh my, That's a nice cock. Put it in me."
Michelle moaned, "Oh yes. Fuck me. That's good. Fuck me good."
"Oh my god you're fantastic. I dreamed about a fuck like this but never thought I'd ever get one." He said.
"You're getting it now. Just make sure you're cum goes in my mouth."
"Oh god. Quick." More noises. "Quick, I'm going to cum."
"Right here baby." Michelle said, and then she was silent.
"Oh god Yes! Oh god, drink my cum. Oh god, you are so hot! Wow!"
Michelle sighed, and finally. "That was tasty. Thank you." Shuffling noises and the rustle of cloth, "Zip me?" I heard the zipper. A sound like a kiss, "Thanks, you were very nice." Then the door squeaked again and the mic went dead.
I watched Michelle walk across the room, every eye followed her. She was smiling, and even more confident. She leaned over and kissed me. I could smell the guy's cum on her breath.
"How was it?" I asked.
"Better than I expected. I enjoyed it, but there wasn't time to cum."
I laughed. "There was for him." The guy walked out, still looking shocked and stared at Michelle as he went back to his table. It was obvious he was getting some ribbing when he sat down. I motioned to the waiter and paid the check. The entire corner table stared as we walked out the door.
When we got to the car and started away I asked, "What did you learn?"
"That you really do command my body, that you get pleasure from making me do things I don't think I can do. Sexual things, that is." Michelle smiled, remembering, "And that sharing is very, very nice."
"Well learned, slave." I congratulated her. "Now we have an appointment for you to get some appropriate dresses, properly fitted."
The next two hours consisted of Michelle standing and being measured in just the garter belt and stockings, and shoes, and fitted for a half dozen different styles of dresses in several fabrics and colours each. She sat with my friend, Karen, unashamedly naked and selected trims and flourishes for the various dresses.
When it came time to leave she stood and looked at the new bra she'd worn in. "Do I need that?"
"Only if you wish. My preference is almost always not."
Michelle turned and thanked Karen, then slipped her dress on and zipped it. She folded the bra in her hand and we went out to the car. "I've never had any dresses made just for me. This is exciting."
"We have a couple more stops to make on the way home, one for some workout clothes, one for some spare items for my bathroom. Is there anything else you need before we head home for a training session?"
"No Master."
"Good. You will need a couple of really good support bras for your aerobics workouts and shoes of course. We'll stop right over here for those."
We walked in and Bob greeted me warmly, "New friend Eric?"
"Yes. Bob, this is Michelle. Michelle, Bob." Michelle offered her hand and Bob took it for a long gentle shake. "Michelle is my new assistant, and since she's going to be staying with me she's going to be taking advantage of my training room. She's going to need some good support bras and good shoes."
Bob looked her over, concentrating on her chest, openly. "32? I'd say C?"
Michelle smiled. "Absolutely correct sir."
"Right this way then. These are the best I've got. Excellent support and comfortable from what I hear. You certainly don't want to risk damaging those." He simply leered at Michelle's chest.
She went to the rack and found several in her size. "How many should I get sir?" She looked at me.
"Get several, you'll be working out most days and you'll want to keep them clean."
Michelle looked through and selected the colours she liked, and then paused. "I suppose I should try one on, to check the fit, just in case." She looked around the store to confirm that not only were there just the three of us, but no one seemed to be approaching.
Bob grinned. "Absolutely, miss. The fitting room is that way." He pointed, but Michelle ignored him.
She looked at me and grinned, and I realized what she was going to do, just before she reached for the zipper in her dress. She dropped the dress and stepped out of it, laying it on the rack in front of her. Bob just stood there gaping while she slipped the bra on and adjusted it, making a show of ensuring that her breasts were properly tucked in, then bouncing around the store to show that it supported her well. She bounced back near the rack. "I think it'll work perfectly master." She said, grinning at me.
"Then by all means."
She whipped the bra over her head and picked up her dress and the handful of bras she'd selected. She handed the bras and her card to Bob, who was still gaping at her body. "I'll take these then Sir."
"Michelle."
"Yes, sir?" She looked at me. "Oh yes, shoes. And probably some socks, Bob."
Bob shook off his astonishment and asked, "Do you know what size?"
"Not sure, I guess we'll have to measure." Michelle bounced over to a chair in front of the shoe display and sat down, laying the dress in the chair next to her.
Bob managed to measure her foot, although how he read the numbers with his eyes focused on Michelle's crotch was beyond me. She did manage to get two pair of proper shoes picked out and she finally slipped her dress back on.
On our way out the door I gave her a stern look and she was quiet as we got into the car. "Slave, was that appropriate conduct in Bob's store?"
She started to smile, and then looked at my face. "No Master." The realization struck her that something else was coming. "I'm sorry Master. I just got carried away when he was staring at my tits so openly. It won't happen again, Master."
"You are correct. Remember, everything you do from now on reflects on me. My name, my reputation, my business, you need to reflect on that, and remember your conduct."
"Yes sir."
I stopped in front of the store and parked. "Now, this is a different setting, and a different set of rules. We're going to go into the store separately. You know what you need to buy and you'll get a basket, not a cart and get everything you need. While you shop I'll be watching but not with you. I want you to find a way to display yourself to at least two men while you shop."
The first display only took her minutes. She wanted a bottle off a bottom shelf and a young man was stocking shelves down the aisle. She squatted down and slid her skirt up over her thighs. He saw the motion and looked and she turned and let him look until he looked away. She stood and watched while he made a beeline for the men's room. She'd have gone for several more than two if I'd have allowed it, she enjoyed this.
