I gave Alison a week to wonder what might be next before leaving instructions posted on her front door Friday afternoon. I knew she would see them when she returned from work. I instructed her to be 'ready' when I picked her up on Saturday morning at 11. I decided to see if she would remember how she was to dress and purposely did not mention clothing in my instructions.
From my window I saw her return from work and pause as she approached her front door. She cautiously reached out for the folded note and opened it to read. When her briefcase slipped from her hand and her head hung down, I knew she had been hoping that I might not continue her enslavement. Slowly she bent and picked up her case and entered her home. She would not have an easy night wondering what I had in store for her tomorrow.
I picked Alison up at the appointed time and was pleased to see she had on a skirt and blouse. Her legs were uncovered and her tits hung freely behind the cotton blouse. We had driven only a block or so when she said.
"Sir?"
"Yes, Slut you may speak!"
"Sir, may I know where we are going or how long I will be gone?"
"In the future Slut, where we go and for how long will never be told to you, but today for your first adventure with me, I will let you know. We are going to a the city, its about an hour away and should keep you from anyone's eyes who might care about your behavior. As for our return, we will be gone all day."
She took this information and quietly sat as I drove. Upon arriving in the city I drove to the mall on the outskirts. I took Alison and we went to a woman's shop to look for clothing. I pulled her by the hand behind me and approached a young sales girl and said.
"I am looking to find some more daring clothing for my slut. Do you have some sheer blouses and short skirts?"
The salesgirl smirked and looked at Alison who stood there in shock, hanging her head in shame.
"Yes, we have some items that will help you show off this slut, would you like me to make some selections and bring them to you in the dressing rooms?"
"Yes, that would be nice. Come Slut!"
Once again I took Alison's hand and pulled her with me to the dressing rooms. It wasn't long before our clerk handed Alison a number of items and pointed to the dressing room door. As Alison took her clothing into the room I said.
"Would you mind if she left the door open so we can both see what fits and what doesn't"?
"Certainly, Sir, That sounds like a wonderful idea."
I watch Alison's face go into shock as she realized that she would be dressing and undressing in the open and that a young strange girl would be watching her every move. We watched as Alison striped out of her clothes and stood naked while we selected what we wanted her to try on. If the size and firmness of her nipples were any indication, she was turned on by this forced exhibition.
The first outfit was a step up from what Alison had worn into the store. The red blouse was sheer and did little or nothing to mask her full tits. The matching skirt was so short that if Alison bent over even a little bit, her ass and pussy would be on display for all to see.
"So, Miss Jones, what do you think?"
"Well the size is OK and I like how her titties show but don't you think the skirt is a bit long for a true slut? I mean you did say short. Let me see if I can find something a bit shorter."
I heard Alison gasp and our salesgirl hustled out to the floor to make another selection. She soon returned and handed a similarly colored skirt to Alison and motioned for her to put it on. Alison pushed the first skirt down her long sexy legs showing both of us her trimmed bush and the pink pussy lips that jutted out just below. She slipped the other skirt on and even I was amazed at how short it was. In this skirt Alison could not bend over at all, her ass cheeks were already on the verge of showing just standing there.
"I like that. She now looks like a true slut, Sir. Are you pleased?"
"Yes, I am. Can she wear this out?
