Dr. Jolene

CHAPTER 9: SUB/SLUT EMBRACED

On the second day, James walked into the lab, "Hey, Jo ... like some company?"

I chuckled. He and Robert were so dependable, though you would think they would trust by now that I would remember what day it was. But, predictably, he or Robert would somehow find an excuse to remind me. Tuesdays and Thursdays were the days when the house and yard help came to do their work at the estate. Those were days when I was not to be naked out and about. Nobody but us came into the lab so it was a safe place for me ... although the windows ... well, I didn't much worry if the guy riding the mower happened to catch a glimpse through one of the windows.

"Always love your company, you know that. But just because there are others on the property does not mean you need to watch over me." He looked at me puzzled for a moment and I thought he might not even be conscious that that was what he had been doing. Now, that's sweet. Being naked in the lab on these days was further proof of my interest in exhibitionism because I usually wore a lab coat. Even if I probably wouldn't be seen, there were men just outside. But there was another reason for being naked. I had found that anything touching my nipples, tits, or clit was very irritating. I was sure this was a reaction to the changes occurring. But, for now I was limiting clothes as much as possible.

I continued my work and he had volunteered to clean up around one of the other stations. My work style sometimes looked like chaos but made sense to me. When my mind got going, I went from one station to another to continue what had me focused rather than stopping to clean up one spot and continuing there.

I came to a good stopping point late in the afternoon and found him just outside. I poked my head out the door, "Have the others left, yet?"

He turned and followed me inside. "The house help has but there are a few of the yard crew still finishing up. Shouldn't be more than 15 to 30 minutes." He looked at me and seemed to know I was ready to get out. "Want to make a dash for the house?"

I shook my head, "My tits are too sensitive still." A smile formed on my face, "Sit down." He sat on the stool and I went to the buckle of his belt.

He put his hands on mine, "I thought no sex."

I smiled. "No sex for me. That doesn't mean I can't give you a blowjob." He looked at me questioningly. "Look, when you guys took your injection, I said you couldn't have sex for four days, right?" He nodded. "I didn't say you couldn't have eaten my cunt. But, nooooooo ... you decided it was no sex for anyone." He looked properly contrite.

I opened his pants and slipped them and his underwear to his feet. His cock was semi-erect, probably from hanging with me the past few hours and watching me moving around naked. I licked the underside of his cock from his balls to the head and back down. Each time I reached the head I took it between my lips and sucked any pre-cum from it. When it was mostly hard, I shifted my position and took the head into my mouth swirling my tongue around it and sucking. I sank my mouth further and further down his shaft until his cock head just entered my throat. On the next downward push, I took the head further, then further. I opened my eyes and found his pelvis inches from my nose. The next push would do it.

"OH GOD, JO!" He gasped and grunted. "How the fuck ... I was impressed ... when ... mmmmm ... you could take ... our 10 inchers. Now ... fuck ... yessssss ... this is amazing!"

I pulled back and looked up at him. I gave him a coy smile, "Thank you, sir. I am glad you like it."

"Like it? Shit, girl."

I played with him for quite a while ... we had time to kill, after all. I took his cock out of my mouth, but jacked it with one hand as I fondled his balls and licked the entire outside of my saliva. I took him back in my mouth, deep throating him before taking him out, again. This time under protest.

"Jo, please ... have mercy. Just when I am going to explode you ... oohhhh ... you stop me. I want to cum."

I smiled to myself. The submissive can hold a lot of power if she is willing to wield it when the situation is right. But he is my sir and his pleasure is my goal. I took him back in my mouth and look up his body at him. Around his cock I mumble, "Ready to feed your slut, sir?" I didn't wait for the answer. I pressed my mouth down, fully embedding his cock into my throat. My hand on his balls and lips around the base of his cock told me he was sending his cum to me. I pulled back so the head was out of my throat and swallowed his cum as quickly as he spurted it.

It took him minutes to recover. Then he got himself together and went to check on the yard crew. He came back minutes later. I was standing outside the lab door ready to lock it. Even as secure as the estate was, I took special care about the lab's security. He smiled as he approached, took my hand and led me to the back of the house. The crew was gone, the gates secured. I was only wearing heels, taking care as I walked the lawn to the back of the house.

The next day early in the afternoon, I stood before James in the kitchen. Though my nipples felt none of the extreme sensitivity of before, I elected to still go without even the flimsiest of coverings so I was again dressed only in heels. I lifted my tits and felt no discomfort. I asked James, "How do they look, sir? It's hard for me to be objective."

He looked up, a smile forming, "Their amazing, Jo! They are larger than yesterday. Is that possible?"

I massaged them, "Yes, actually. It is well accepted that the body responds better in times when the body is at full rest. It is why some patients are purposely placed in a semi-coma state and other patients are drugged to encourage sleep."

He just smiled, "Well, there's nothing sexier from a man's perspective than really big tits on a woman, especially when they're free to move. I think they might be closer to an F than E."

I shook my head at him but I had to agree. They felt amazing and looked that way, too. But, more than just that, I felt like I looked slutty ... a big tit slut.

I asked what time the others were due back. Though I didn't want to say it, I was getting anxious to give this new body a test drive. He indicated his phone in his hand, "Just looking at a message from Robert. He says the plane lands at 5:30 but the boss wants to meet us for dinner at 6:30." He looked up and smiled. "It's a nice place, not uppity, but nice so you should dress up, but the rules still apply." I looked confused. "No underwear."

My hands were still cupping my new tits. I looked down and thought, 'No bra ... with these things?' Around here I was used to them moving, swaying, and bouncing. In public?

I was pulled away from those thoughts as James took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. He was headed for the stairs upstairs. "Let's see what's in your closet that might be appropriate for tonight." Appropriate by what standards, I wondered? But I knew the answer to that without verbalizing it: slut standards. I felt there would still be times when the professional conservative standard would still be appropriate, I just didn't know how often that would happen, anymore.

In my room, he left me by the bed as he ventured into my walk-in closet. He sorted through the clothes for five minutes before turning to me, "We are going to have to do some serious shopping for you." I started to protest that I had plenty of clothes, but he stopped me with a look. "Not just clothes, Jo. Look ... a slut doesn't just wear clothes ... a slut uses clothes to show-off her body, to excite men ... and women for that matter. The right clothes are as effective as your tight body, beautiful hair and face, or your giant tits." I was getting flushed. It was exciting to flaunt my body around the estate either naked or in sheer negligees. But, to flaunt my body in public, maybe not completely naked but essentially so, was very different. I had seemed to come so far in my desire to be slutty. I was seeing just how far I had to go to truly fit the mold.

He came out of the closet with several items, returned some after holding them up to my body and settled on a blouse and skirt. The blouse was white, buttons up the front, and short-sleeved. I remembered it well. It had been a favorite for special: silky, thin, and soft against my skin. As I remembered, it had fit perfectly across my tits ... then. The skirt had been a daring one for me. It was black, tight across my hips, and ended a bit above mid-thigh. It was something I had liked the idea of more than having the courage to wear very often.

He went back in, rummaged through the drawers of my intimates. He came out with out with sheer, nude thigh-high stockings and black high heels.

"I think you should wear that." I waited, thinking he had forgotten some important items, then remembered his comment downstairs, 'no underwear'.

It was a good hour drive to the restaurant so it was time to get ready. Rather than leaving for his room, he began removing his clothes. I stood watching him and he smiled, "No sense using two showers."

I shook my head, "Yes, sir, that would be a waste of water. No sex, though, there's not enough time."

He stopped with his underwear pushed off his hips, "What? It's only by a few hours ..."

I waggled my finger at him, "Like you say, sir ... the rules are the rules."

"Just you wait."

I laughed, walked up to him and dropped to my knees. I removed his underwear, then took his stiffening cock in my hands and began sucking on it. I then stood and led him by his cock into the bathroom. "I'll wash you REALLY well, sir." I gave him a wink.

Needless to say, I swallowed more cum and certain parts of our bodies were very clean.

I fidgeted in the car as we encountered heavier traffic in the city. Had it really been so long since I had been away from the estate among people? Even with the seatbelt across me, I attempted to pull the skirt a little further down. Getting into the car was often a little awkward, but I noticed how far this skirt rose on my legs.

James looked over, "Relax, Jo. You're a gorgeous and sexy woman and you should be proud to share that with others like you share it with us. You know it is why the boss was explicit about how you dress tonight. If it was okay in society, I think he might have you on his arm naked ... well in stockings and heels. He is so overwhelmed to have you in his life."

I looked at him, then asked the question seriously, "Are you putting me on to make me relax and expose me or is that true?"

He responded in earnest, "Honest, Jo. You know Robert and I are a couple of horn-dogs who might, in a different situation, be happy to sniff around an attractive woman, but you are different even to us. Yes, you submitted to us and express you want to be the best slut you can be, but ... I don't know ... even the submission and slutty desire doesn't let us forget you are a brilliant scientist and classy lady. It is an amazingly erotic combination." He paused and looked over me for as long as he thought was safe in the traffic. "You really don't understand any of that do you? You don't see the aura that floats around you with us?" I blushed and shook my head, biting my lower lip. "That's what makes it all so sexy."

I had no idea. I thought they were somehow just going along with my interest in experiencing these things. I was sincere in giving myself to them, hence the eagerness to take the latest boosters. A semi-truck was alongside suddenly. I looked up at the driver and he looked down. I smiled and he smiled back. I glanced at James to find that he was aware. His response was short, he simply told me to 'do it'. I blushed. I admit it. I looked to the side and knew that James was holding us alongside the trucker. Do it, he said. There was so much I was adjusting to, so much I was having to accept and go with. A new understanding crystallized for me that made other questions, hesitations, and uncertainties clearer to me. Being submissive and/or slutty wasn't at all about how I pictured it and interpreted it or wished to limit it, it was how it was for the man, or men, who I gave myself over to. It wasn't being exposed in private was okay but in public wasn't. It was actually one of the rules I hadn't been pushed on: I will undress or allow myself to be undressed at their pleasure without complaint or resistance, regardless of location.

I looked up and found the driver still alongside and watching me while checking on traffic ahead. I smiled at him and he watched. There might have been something about my smile perhaps that told him to pay attention. I loosened the seatbelt and pulled my skirt up past my hips and parted my legs as much as the car would allow. I slipped a finger between my legs and immediately felt the heat in my face as I turned a bright red. I told James to speed up, which he did. He was smiling broadly. I leaned over and put my hand over his crotch. Underneath was a hard cock that had to be uncomfortable. I kissed his shoulder.

"Thank you, James. You taught me something that I think will allow me to be a better slut for you. Please promise me you'll continue to help me." He gulped and nodded. I was sure his cock had grown more with my touch. I thought it was a good thing they all wore boxers that gave room.

We found them at a table against the far wall. There was a light over the table that shown directly over the table but leaving subdued lighting generally. When they spotted us approaching, they rose to greet us. I couldn't imagine it was difficult to see a large black man escorting a much smaller white woman whose blouse was doing little to control her tits. When I put the blouse on in the bedroom, I looked in the mirror in frustration mumbling that James was correct about shopping. He had laughed. The blouse that at one time had fit me perfectly was now too tight across my new tits. To make it work, I was forced to leave several buttons undone at the top. When I say several buttons, the first fastened button was below my nipple line. My new hard and enlarged nipples pressed into the thin silky fabric and were as subtle as bright headlight on a dark night. My open blouse provided enough cleavage with my new large tits they became a magnet to eyes of any males and half the females. And, if by chance someone didn't notice the cleavage, my tits dancing in front of me made sure I wasn't missed.

I was blushing profusely as we made our way through the entire restaurant, but James encouraging words in the car kept my steps confident and my focus on my other two men.

We ordered drinks, salads, and entrees. I kept with fish while the guys went the steak route. It was a wonderful meal and lots of talk. James shared some of how our days went, including some detail about my tits, nipples and the little he spotted of my clit. Again, I blushed profusely while glancing around us hoping none of the other guests heard the comments. Mr. W shared some of the trip. He visited a few of the biggest distributors, the sales group, marketing, and some specialty clinics. He shared that he found some clinics that might be perfect for our latest products.

"And, I had a brainstorm during the trip. Because these products are so unique among the company's offerings, what if we had a very select and controlled product unveiling. We'll talk about that more later." Something was up about that. Robert kept glancing my way and could not control a knowing smile. He knew something and I had the sense it would affect me.

Earlier, Mr. W excused himself for the restroom. Surprisingly, James jump up and followed him. He waited outside and had a few words with him in the hallway. Mr. W looked my way as James talked. Then, they returned.

Now it was my turn. I started pushing my chair back but was stopped by Mr. W's voice. Then, after sitting back down, he leaned forward and quietly gave me an instruction, "Jolene, my dear, before you return, you are to unbutton another button on your blouse." That was it and I looked at James knowing what he had talked to Mr. W about.

I merely smiled sweetly, "Of course, sir. Anything you want, sir." I didn't use a whisper and I saw others around look my way curiously.

When I left the restroom, I was very nervous. This was a nice restaurant with proper people crowded at all the tables. In the mirror, I saw what happened with the release of that additional button. If viewed slightly from the side, the inside of my tits was clearly visible. When I moved, they were unrestrained. I took a deep breath as I spotted my men watching me. I stepped out of the hallway as confidently as I could muster. In fact, I was told later it seemed as though there was a bit of exaggeration to my step that had the effect of putting more swing to my hips and bounce to my tits.

Mr. W was sitting across from me. When I came to my chair, Robert stood to assist me. I bent over directly at Mr. W and noticed his eyes left mine and dropped to my tits as my blouse gapped more and my tits almost fell out. I winked at him when he finally looked up.

After paying the bill and ready to leave, Mr. W came up to me and whispered in my ear, "I didn't think you would do it, but James insisted you would. This is interesting." I smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. Then, "One more button, dear." He fixed his eyes on mine. My fingers rose to find the button and loosened it. I looked down and gasped. It was open now almost to the waistband of the skirt. He put his arm out and I slipped mine into his and he led me out past some intriguing looks of mixed appreciation. I was very embarrassed ... and very excited.

Since we had two cars, Mr. W asked the guys to take James' truck and we would follow in the car. We stood by the car as the guys pulled out of the parking lot. Mr. W took me in his arms and kissed me passionately on the lips, my tongue entered his mouth and he trapped it with his lips. He sucked my tongue as his hands entered my gaping blouse, his hands around my back and pulled me into him. I gasped and ground my body into his feeling his growing cock press back into my abdomen. I gasped when we broke the kiss and held onto him.

He handed me the keys, "You're driving. I'm going to play with your body." I shivered. As I stepped back, he stopped me. I looked up into his eyes as I felt his hands pull the blouse out of the skirt and unbuttoned the last button. My blouse fell open. "Stand right there until I am seated in the car." I nodded. He stepped back and walked to the passenger side door. I heard people exiting the restaurant but I remained where I was told. A slight breeze came and blew my blouse open more and I felt the air moving over my tits. I closed my eyes, wrapped in the feeling of being exposed in the parking lot and other people in the area. I opened my eyes and saw Mr. W waving me to the car. I glanced to the side and saw two middle aged couples headed directly for me. I moved quickly to the door, but it wouldn't open. I bent down to look inside to find Mr. W smiling widely. My blouse was opened wider by the breeze and the people were coming closer. He continued to smile, then I remembered I had the keys. I found the fob and pressed the unlock button, quickly entering and sitting down.

I looked at his wide smile and saw the other couples walking right past the car. One of them said something and they all bent down to look inside as they slowed past the car. They had seen me. My mouth opened wide, then I covered my mouth as I started laughing. Twice in one night I had been exposed in public and as embarrassed as I felt each time it was also amazingly exciting.

I started driving away from the restaurant and Mr. W was true to his word. He was like a different man lately, playful and so much more relaxed. He was turned slightly toward me, his hand inside my blouse as he fondled my tits and played with the nipples.