I love playing The Game with You. Sometimes You pick a man for me to fuck. Other times I have to find a girl for You. It gives You so much pleasure. And Your Pleasure is my whole life.
It is my task to choose a girl today. When I began my search through the shopping mall I was certain I would find just the right one. But now I am getting a little anxious. There have been one or two "possibles", but I have not yet seen The One. If I fail, You will be angry and You will punish me. While I enjoy Your wrath - the beating is more loving than cruel and it is always followed by long-lasting, sweet, hot, sex - I would much prefer to find a girl for You; to make You happy. At the same time, it cannot be just any girl. For You, my Master, she has to be perfect.
You have no hard and fast rules about my Chosen One's age; although, the younger she is the better. And You leave the color of her skin, her eyes, and her hair up to me. Otherwise, Your criteria are demanding. She must be short in stature; petite; small-breasted; slim, but not skinny; with a nice, tight butt; and nice, shapely legs with trim ankles. Also, The One must be intelligent, with a sweet, demure, almost naïve air of innocence about her, and she must have a soft, melodious voice
I am dressed to impress; business-like but sexy in a silky long-sleeved champagne colored blouse tucked into a just-below-the-knees back-slit black skirt, thigh high stockings underneath, open-toed strappy high heels and carrying a black Gucci leather portfolio. I have a silk camisole on beneath the blouse, but no bra. I know I look very classy; I feel the admiring, lusting male stares washing over me after I have walked past, stripping me, and imagining what it would be like to get me in bed. They cannot know that they are all losers; I am Yours alone, my Master, only Yours.
I enter a popular chain lingerie store. Is this my last chance? While I look around, I maintain my professional façade: checking styles and prices, assessing material, and taking notes. From over in a far corner I hear a sudden burst of laughter, the carefree laughter of young girls. My pulse quickens. I make my way quickly to the source of my interest. There are three of them. They are in the right age bracket: senior high school! A surge of moisture wets my panties. One of them is particularly delicious: a perfect little body; the shapely legs You love; long strawberry curls hanging loose: and big, green, happy eyes. Yes, You will adore her! She is The One!
I watch the trio from close by. Obviously out trolling for boys - the tall black-haired girl will be the one with the car keys - they are meantime having fun looking through the cool, teenage-oriented, colored panties and thongs. The One is the youngest girl in the group. Barely legal, one of "the gang", but She is a follower: definitely not their leader. Absolutely perfect!
I move closer and smile only to Her when I ask if she and her friends are willing to answer a survey of things that young women look for in lingerie. Calling them 'young women' seems to make them feel very important, and they eagerly agree. The One smiles back to me while maintaining eye contact. We have already started a special bond!
I tell the girls that I am a buyer for several area stores and take notes as they each tell me that they like bright colors, comfort, silky or cotton. There is a gust of shrill giggles when one of them mentions the word "sexy". It was not The One; she hides her mouth behind her hand and blushes deeply. But, oh yes, She is aware!
Soon I am paying attention only to Her, the one I have chosen. I casually touch her hair, complimenting her on its color and how long and silky it is. After a while, the other girls lose interest and wander off, but She makes no move to go with them. I continue to talk to her. She tells me that her name is Sara.
"Hello Sara. My name is Suzette..." Rather solemnly, we shake hands and tell each other, "Nice to meet you."
We laugh intimately as I mis-guess her clothing size. It was intentional, but Sara does not know that. Oh My! She is just right, just the size I planned! I tell her that I have brand new lingerie of all kinds in my motel room, "I travel a lot...these are last year's line...if you would like to try some things on, I'd be glad to give them to you to clear out old stock."
Sara nods eagerly, "Oh thank you! That's so cool!"
I hand her a fake, but very professional-looking business card. "You may be able to model for catalogs too...if you're interested. We're always looking out for talented, pretty girls like you."
Blushing hotly, She takes the bait: hook, line and sinker!
"I can come with you right now! My parents are out of town for the weekend and I am staying with my aunt - she lives close by. My aunt works and knows I will be out for the day shopping with my friends, so it'll be all right. This is sooo neat, Suzette, thank you so much!"
Sara finds her friends, who are now making up to a group of boys, and tells them I will be dropping her off at her aunt's house later. On the way to my car, I ask her slyly, "Wouldn't you prefer to be with your friends, trying to pick up one of those boys?"
Another shy blush: "Oh no...I'd only get in their way...my dad won't allow me to go out with boys...he says that I am much too young..."
"So you've never had a boyfriend then?"
"No, not yet..."
Wonderful! Sara must still be a virgin! You will be so pleased!
Sara's skirt rides up and I admire at her legs when she gets into the car; She has such lovely smooth, slim thighs! She sees me looking. Another pink blush stains her cheeks and she hurriedly pulls her skirt down, covering herself as much as she can. Her skirt is nowhere near as abbreviated as the ones her friends were wearing, but it still only covers Sara halfway down her thighs. Shy! Demure! Excellent! She pretends to concentrate on where we are going while we talk casually as I drive. But I can sense her covert glances at my legs - I have my own skirt pulled up above my knees "to make driving easier" - and at the way my unfettered breasts move lazily beneath my blouse as I turn the steering wheel.
When we arrive at the motel, we enter my room from the outside without going through the lobby. Sara's eyes light up when she sees the beautiful lingerie with tags lying on one of the two king-sized beds in the room. I tell her that she really should try them on, "Pick out a few that you really like."
First of all, she selects a pretty pink see-through nightie with fake fur at the hem, polka dot bikini panties and a lacy little teddy with matching bottoms, but I can tell that she wants try on everything. She is having so much fun! I pour her a glass of chilled champagne and then one for myself. Sara tells me that she loves the way I make her feel so grown-up; "My Mom and Dad treat me like a little kid all the time!" Then She giggles like ten-year-old and says, "These bubbles are sooo tickly."
Sara gulps the champagne down very quickly, to my surprise, and I fill her glass again. She is starting to look very flushed and bright-eyed.
I am touching Sara's hair and face, and complimenting her all while we are looking through the lingerie wardrobe. She is gaining complete confidence in me. She even touches my hair in return and gives my arm tight little hugs, pressing her firm little breasts against me. I tell her that before she tries the clothes on, she needs to take a bath to remove the natural oils from her skin. Her eyes widen with surprise, but she agrees that I am probably right.
She staggers a little as I lead her towards the bathroom, so I put my arm around her, making sure that my palm cups one exquisite little breast. Sara does not object. I sit her on a stool close by while I run her bath water in the marble garden tub. She is very relaxed now, and her eyes keep closing.
Assisting the girl to regain her feet again, I help her to shed her tee shirt and then her bra. Her rounded little breasts are simply breathtaking. I smile to myself, knowing that You are watching from the room next door on a monitor. I tell her that her body is so sweet. When I slide my hand around her back to pull her close, I give her a little hug and whisper; "Your puffy little titties are soooo tempting!"
Sara just smiles happily, not questioning why another girl, especially one so grown up as I, should find her breasts 'tempting'. I pull back from our hug and touch each pink little nipple ever so gently with a fingertip, lightly enough to stimulate them. And I am thrilled at their response.
She is unresisting as I kneel down and pull down her skirt, finding a pair of "sensible" white cotton panties underneath. I breathe hotly, "Oh my, Sara, you are so cute!" She blushes once more and says that her Mom buys them for her; she would much rather wear silky panties: "But Dad won't allow that."
"But, how would he know?"
"He makes me show him, with them on, every time Mom buys me something new."
