The previous evening's activities had taken their toll on Lucy, who slept soundly and deeply all night. As she slowly opened her eyes, the morning light shining through the cracks of the curtains towards her bed, she began recalling what she had done. Sitting up to find herself naked under the sheets, tasting the strange taste on her tongue and the feeling between her legs, she flushed with embarrassment.
Lucy reached down between her legs, remembering how she had allowed Amy to pleasure her. She then stroked over the slight bruise and red welt on her ass from taking a punishment. And finally, how she had kneeled between Charlotte's legs and made her cum before orgasming herself in pleasure. The memories both filled her with humiliation and arousal; what must Nathaniel think of her she thought to herself.
Throwing off the sheets, Lucy jumped into the hot shower and cleaned herself down. She brushed her teeth and the taste of pussy from her mouth. Drying off, she returned back into the bedroom to find the bed already made and lying out ready were two outfits. To the left, a simple blue dress taken from her luggage with her underwear and shoes neatly laid out on top. To the right lay simply a pair of black stockings and suspenders, identical to the ones worn by Amy and Charlotte the day before. A pair of higher black elegant heels lay on top aside nothing else, no top, skirt or even underwear.
Lucy looked over at the outfits curiously and a small note sitting between them, reading: "Ms Johnson. Please take your time to dress as you see most comfortable for the day and join us for breakfast when you are ready. Mr Black".
She froze nervously caught between the two outfits. Instinctively she reached for her own clothes, picking up her bra but found herself hesitating, thinking it over. She had enjoyed the previous night, despite the embarrassment and apprehension. Could she play along a little longer, just for the weekend and see more of Mr Black's interests up close. She was not a slave, she had not agreed to or signed anything and could surely back out if she felt uncomfortable at any point.
Pausing for what seemed like an age, Lucy eventually took a deep breath and put down her bra, picking up the stockings and suspenders. She slid them up her legs and attached the clips, before sliding her feet into the heels, raising her a few inches. Lucy turned and stood in the mirror staring at herself now presented, breasts and pussy exposed, a tingle of excitement ran up her skin as she looked over herself.
Lucy then sat down to dry off her hair and adjust her make up. She remembered Amy's comments, how Mr Black liked a tight ponytail, pulling her hair behind her head. As usual, her make up was light and merely used to show off her natural beauty, but she took her time over it and chose the brightest shade of red lipstick she had to try and present herself well.
The young reporter composed herself, standing at the door, her body filled with tension as she turned the handle and left the privacy of her room. She walked slowly, heels clicking against the wood of the floor, so conscious of how exposed she was in nothing but the stockings and suspenders. Descending the stairs and down the hall before quietly entering into the dining room.
Nathaniel could hear the clicks of the high heels coming down the hallway and lit up recognising the unmistakable sound, turning to watch as she entered. He was sat at the head of the table, to his side was Charlotte, afforded the honour of a seat, as well as clothes; she wore a tight figure-hugging red latex dress with long sleeves, high neck and a cut out showing her cleavage. She still wore the stockings, suspenders and heels as Lucy did but with a thick leather collar still affixed around her slender neck.
Lucy shyly entered taking in the scene before her and approaching the table, panic rushing through her mind. Had she made the wrong choice, was it just a game to make fun of her. Noticing a now clothed Charlotte made her all the more worried.
Nathaniel eyed her up and down silently for a moment smiling as she stood awkwardly before him. Finally breaking the tension, "Good morning Ms Johnson, my my you do present well for breakfast."
He stood up and approached her, Lucy's heart beating faster. He slowly circled her, placing an arm on her shoulder as he looked over her pert b cups, her exposed pussy, turning to see her ass, her pale freckled skin trembling slightly. "And you fully understand the choice you made in wearing this outfit?", he asked firmly.
Lucy nodded shyly, feeling his eyes linger over her. "I think so," she tentatively responded.
He smiled, "Good girl, I am very proud of the choice you made and the courage it must have taken to come down dressed like this, you clearly enjoyed last night's activities". He now stood in front of her and lifted her chin up to look into her eyes. "I could see that you were much more of a submissive than one to take charge and I felt it would be more appropriate for you to experience my proclivities first hand whilst you are staying with me".
He could see how nervous she was stood naked and exposed, "For clarity, unlike my other girls here, you can choose to opt out at anytime you like, you only need say the word and we can return to our roles as interviewer and interviewee. But until that time, I will treat you like one of them, as one of my personal slaves, is that understood?"
She had presumed this was his intention when he laid out the outfit but hearing it made it all the more real as she nodded, "Yes, I understand". He looked back at her sharply, "Yes what slave?". She thought for a moment taking a breath, "Sorry, yes Sir".
He smiled stroking her hair softly, "Good girl". Lucy stood still as Nathaniel vanished behind her for a moment and she could hear the sound of a drawer being opened. His footsteps approaching close behind her again, she then felt a thick leather band wrap around her neck as a collar was firmly fastened in place, her heart beating. She locked eyes with Charlotte who lit up smiling at the sight of the now collared redhead.
Nathaniel then took her arms and raised them behind her head, his feet then kicked open her legs to spread them, "Whether standing or kneeling, you are always to have your body presented to me. Legs apart, chest out, head up. Hands either behind your back or head, or open palmed rested on your knees if kneeling, understood?"
Lucy felt herself positioned like a mannequin, her pert breasts pushed out, legs spread shoulder length, "Yes Sir."