24 Birthday Shopping Trip
When we arrived home, I was sent upstairs to shower, with
instructions to clean myself thoroughly, and return naked for lunch, which Mom
prepared as she chatted with Mark. When I came back down to the kitchen, I had
to stand at the end of the counter, hands clasped behind me, feet apart, while
my Sir continued his conversation with Mom. This was one of my presentation
positions, so I knew that I was not to speak, even as they discussed some of
the highlights of my bus tour, and the way my body had been exhibited to such a
large group of people. Each comment about how my breasts, pussy, and ass had
been shown off, was accompanied by Master Mark’s fingers softly stroking that
part of his servant’s presented body.
My Sir’s touch, the comments made, and my memories of those
recent events had me close to orgasm in minutes, but my Master expertly held me
at the edge of my peak, just the lightest touch away, but never over the edge.
Leaning forward, her drew his fingers away from my
squelching girl cleft, saying, “Good girl, my lovely Katherine”, then he softly
kissed my forehead, a wondrous expression of his pride in my behaviour.
“Well, my birthday girl,” he continued, holding his arms
open to me again, then as we hugged warmly, “let’s eat, because we still have a
busy day, and you have more treats coming your way.”
After a small, quick lunch, he reminded me that I still
needed the second instalment of my birthday spanks, and they should be
delivered in the same sequence as they had this morning, but we would have to
hurry things along, so Mom wasn’t late for work.
First, was two cuts of the cane on my bottom, one across the
middle, and the next stroke to the crease of my upper thighs, then the paddle
on the side of each of my titties making them shake and wobble, leaving a big
red mark on each breast. Next I had to lay over the counter on my back, as I
had this morning, feet resting on the bar stools, and my legs spread wide to
expose my soft girl flesh, my sandal coming down twice on my smooth shaven mound.
For my final two spanks I lay over the back of the sofa, my
legs spread, lips peeling apart to reveal the pink inner flesh to the thin
leather groove strap. The first lash went from my pubis, along the centre of my
right labia, then curled in to cross the centre of my little rosebud. The
second was delivered from the back, hitting my anal ring, deep into my cleft,
slapping my erect clit, then the tail end left a red line right up the centre
of my hairless mound.
That was my prescribed eight, but my Sir stood there,
considering the marks across my body, finally saying that the marks from the
groove strap were unbalanced. Even though each stroke had been properly
delivered, the lack of symmetry made it appear unattractive, around my crotch.
I was fully aware of Master Mark’s house rules, that I must
present myself at all times in an attractive, feminine manner, and that his
sense of fair play wouldn’t allow him to make me take more than my allotted
number of strokes. What to do.
I could sense the way this needed to go, but I couldn’t work
out how to set it up.
Mark could see me working on it, and asked, “Would you grant
your Sir the pleasure of your lips kissing mine, sweet Katherine?”
I shuddered with a thrill of passion, at being asked in such
a chivalrous way for that simple thing my Master could so easily have just
taken as his right. At the ease with which he set up a scene so rich in girlish
daydream that I slipped so readily into it.
Lifting my lips, I replied, “To grant you such pleasure Sir,
would be an honor that I would hold in my heart for ever.” Master Mark gently
kissed his lips to mine, holding the caress too long to be considered chaste,
but not so long as to be thought passionate in any way. And yet, the swirling
sensations in my mind and body were way beyond anything that could be observed.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Mom watching this
interplay, a smile on her face, as I responded to that kiss as it ended. “Thank
you , my brave Knight, may I humbly request that you grant your servant the
pleasure of a kiss in return. Yet lay the kiss of leather on my secret lips, as
yet unmarked by the sign of my Master’s love, in order that I may appear
complete in your eyes.”
Laying back, I presented my cunny to the groove strap, carefully
aimed along the centre of my untouched labia, a full pattern of three bright
red stripes now drawing attention to the heart of my sexuality. As with all my
discipline, it ended with a warm hug, and some cooling body lotion, applied by
two of the people I love most dearly.
We all went upstairs to get ready for the afternoon, Mom
into her bedroom to change for work, Mark and myself into my room to get
dressed for a shopping trip. Normally I would choose my clothes to suit my
destination, my mood, and how they would be appreciated by Master Mark, but now
I actually had my Sir in the room with me. Selecting an outfit, I would hold it
against my body, and ask for his approval, then either lay it on the bed for
consideration, or return it to the closet and pick another. The final three
were a cotton flower print dress, in greens and yellows, a cream lace dress
with short sleeves, and a satin underskirt,
or a purple chiffon sundress in several layers, with a
single shoulder strap, decorated with chiffon flowers.
Mark chose the purple chiffon dress, and told me to put it on,
with white strappy, high heeled sandals, then walk up and down to display it to
him, watching as I sashayed round my bedroom, twirling on the turns, so as to
lift the hem. The material was quite clingy, moulding round my nipples, and
when Mark ran his hand over my lower tummy, there was just the hint of my mound
and slit. It wasn’t a full camel toe, but it would be discernable to anyone who
was sexually aware. I usually wore this dress with undies that were heavily
embellished with embroidery, ruffles, or bows, so the outline would show
through, but my Sir decided I should go without underwear today, so it would be
my body that was the focus.
When we went downstairs, Mom thought I looked delicious, as
Mark told me to parade for her, and she’d be quite happy to miss work and spend
the rest of the day with us. Of course, Mark wouldn’t hear of it, so we dropped
Mom off at her office, with arrangements to collect her at five, then Mark
drove us to the Mall.
All the way there I kept thinking, “I get to go shopping
with my Sir, and I’m so excited, my panties would be wet through already, if I
was wearing any.”
We parked up, and Mark said I was to walk with him, one hand
on his arm, the other resting flat on my tummy, wherever we went, and I was to
maintain position. Rather detailed instructions, I thought, as normally he
would just give me general guidelines whenever I went anywhere, and when we
were together, I’d just follow wherever he went.
Walking across the parking lot towards the Sears entrance,
Mark asked me to focus on my body, and its reactions to stimuli, but to control
my responses so that they were not automatic, but maintained the status quo. I
ran a commentary for my Master’s benefit, I could feel the hem of my dress on
my thigh with each forward step, and the back of the thigh on my trailing leg.
Each calf muscle tightened as my sandals struck the walkway with an audible
click of the heel, then I felt my unrestrained breasts move against the lining
of my dress, a tingle flash at the base of the teats.
The light breeze was warm against my bare skin, when Mark
pointed out an eddy in the leaves and trash to one side of the walkway, several
yards in front of us, telling me to keep my control in check. The stronger wind
reached us just then, flipping up the hem of my lightweight dress, my hand
twitching in an attempt to push it back down, but restrained as I pressed it to
my tummy instead, my Sir pressing the hand on his arm just a little more.
He told me to look at him, to hold eye contact, while
describing what was happening, but also to monitor the couple walking towards
us, by using my peripheral vision. Continuing, I told Mark that I could feel
the dress across my lower tummy, the left side of my mons, and over my left
thigh, but quite high up. The stronger, warm wind was blowing over the right
side of my body, as if the dress were folded back to expose me, and I could see
the approaching couple take notice, whispering to each other, glancing away,
then back again. There was a tingling heat starting in the top of my slit, my
pelvic floor tightening as the excitement rose.
Still looking into my eyes, Mark told me to relax my
muscles, but focus on where the tingle travelled through me, the places it
touched. My skirt fell back as the warm wind passed, restoring my modesty, but
the sensations carried on, down the outside edges of my large labia, behind my
pubis, and especially along its boundary lines, building. Sir directed me to
consider what that couple had thought at catching sight of a young lady exposed
so fully in public, yet completely accidentally, walking with her Master, so
wrapped up in each other as to be oblivious to the outside world.
Would they see the tremor in my thigh, the slight tightening
of my tummy, as I tried to suppress them, the glistening sparkle of girl juice
that coated my smooth cunny? Is that what they were talking about, this
fortuitous glimpse of a half naked girl’s secret charms, her obvious arousal by
her companion, to such an extent that they were able to continue looking until
they had completely passed by.
The sexual fires were blazing inside me now, through my
pelvis to the base of my spine, then upward, swirling around the column as I
struggled to prevent my shoulder blades drawing back, and my head tilting up.
I leaned harder on my Master’s arm,
listening to his quiet voice as he coached me on a level of sexual control I’d
never known before, wrapping my mind around the blazing heat burning through my
pussy, deep into the core of my tummy. I could feel the deep tremors fighting
the relaxation I was willing upon them, calming their strength, yet on another
level they coiled the unreleased power.
“Come on Katherine,” he whispered,
“you do all things to please me, your Master. This body belongs to me, and it
pleases me for you to hold your raging passions just below their peak, as you
wait for your Master’s permission.”
His lips were so close to mine as
he drew us to a halt, his arm round my waist, then he softly kissed me in the
middle of a busy public parking lot. Breaking the contact, my Sir breathed into
my ear, “Only when you taste your Master’s tongue, Katherine,” and he kissed me
again, with feather touches of our lips. Soft, lingering caresses that left me
breathless, 3 then 4, another, holding a little longer, then the tip of a warm
tongue slipping between my lips, the remembered love of my Master’s taste.
I was cumming. Torrents of
sensation washing through my hips, between my legs, like warm water poured over
my body in the bath. The usual seizure was missing, no thrusting of my hips,
seeking penetration, or increased pressure, just a light tremble rising up my
spine, my shoulder tightening, head beginning to lean back. Mark’s hand
followed the ripples beneath my skin, cradling the back of my head, his arm
tightened round my waist, supporting my weight as my legs buckled, holding me
pressed against his body.
We stood there in a lovers
embrace, my Master’s kisses on my neck, whispered words of encouragement
holding my climax in a steady release through soft, trembling loins, words of
praise lifting my heart till I thought I would burst. Finally I was just cooing
into his shoulder, breathing in the fragrance of this wonderful man, who could
play my body with the mere touch of his tongue. As my legs returned to being
able to hold me up, we looked into each other’s eyes with mutual pride, then I
kissed my Sir, with a soft, “Thank you, Master,” of deepest appreciation for
all he had done for me.
Giving me a hug, he gently turned
me to continue our walk towards the mall, one arm round my waist, his fingers
stroking the curve of my hip to bring after thrills across my lower tummy.
As we walked through the doorway facing Sears main entrance,
the automatic doors swished aside, no longer holding back the breeze on that
side of the building, the warm air rushing past us. Lifting the back of my
skirt for a moment, it played over my bottom for all to see, then dropped the
chiffon to cover me modestly once more, yet leaving that image in the minds of
those following behind us.
Once we were inside Sears itself, Mark escorted me into the
women’s formal dress section, approaching one of the young sales assistants,
Eleanor Wilton it said on her name tag, and she looked about 18 yrs old. He
told her that he’d reserved a dress for his friend Katherine, indicating
myself, and asked if she would assist us in fitting the garment. Eleanor looked
genuinely pleased to be able to help, taking the reference number Mark handed
her, and disappearing into the stock area after excusing herself.
I told Mark that I recognised Eleanor from previous visits,
some on Girly Days with Mom, a couple of times during visits when I was alone,
and 3rd November 2012, last year, when I had taken my friend Sophie
on a shopping treat. When Mark enquired if she’d been helpful, I confirmed that
Eleanor was extremely obliging during all of my previous visits, and was
rewarded with that lovely smile my Master gets when he is planning something.
She returned a few minutes later with a creamy beige, full length dress that I instantly
recognised from my shopping trip with Sophie last year, but made no comment as
Eleanor presented her sales pitch with expert ease.
This is an Adrianna Papell
Beaded Gown which is femininity, exquisitely defined. A one-shoulder silhouette
is the backdrop for exquisite, hand-beaded detail that evokes the vintage feel
of a beautifully refined era. It has an asymmetrical neckline, one-shoulder
style with a shawl effect, and a side zipper. The bodice is blouson-style,
hand-beaded throughout, with a lined, floor length, flowing skirt. If I would
care to try it on, she would be only too happy to assist me in any way she
could.
Eleanor had described this
same dress to me on my previous visit, but not in so much detail, or with such
obvious enthusiasm, although I did have young Sophie with me on that occasion,
so perhaps she thought there was less chance of a successful sale. Today,
however, I had my gentleman friend with me, who had already reserved this dress,
so would probably be more agreeable to buying it.
Personally, I would have
bought it on the spot, but I wasn’t about to pass up the chance of some
changing area fun and frolics, especially when my Master was here with me, on
this very special day. Another thing I love about this dress is that the color
is listed as Nude, and I just love walking about in the nude..
Gracefully taking up her offer, I went to try
the dress on in the fitting room, along with Mark and our shop assistant, Eleanor,
who was quite comfortable when Mark declined her suggestion that he wait
outside while I changed.
Mark took a seat where he could watch my reflection in the
mirrored wall as Eleanor unzipped my dress, and slipped it from my shoulders,
baring my breasts, then over my hips to
expose my bare bottom, which her hand brushed over, and my shaven pussy. I
stepped out of the chiffon puddle, clad only in white high heeled sandals,
noticing how Eleanor watched me turning as I admired my nakedness, then her
eyes following mine as I studied the shiny wet trails down my thighs.
“Oh dear,” I apologised, then Mark added, “It looks like
Katie got over excited about her birthday present, Eleanor. Would you have some
tissues she could use?”
“Please don’t worry about it, Sir,” she answered, “we often
have to clean up in these situations, and I much prefer my customers to be..
enthusiastic, shall we say.” When I turned a little, Eleanor noticed the cane
marks on my bottom, raising her eyebrow, so Master Mark explained that they
were part of my birthday spanks, but I still had a few more to take this
evening, and she seemed satisfied with that.
I’d expected her to hand me the box of tissues, but Eleanor
knelt in front of me, softly dabbing the trails of girl juice on my thighs,
then looked up and asked, “May I Miss?” as she held a fresh tissue towards my
glistening slit. When I nodded, she ran the tissue down my slit, and across my
labia as I parted my legs for her, then repeated her action several more times,
stroking across my clit as she did so. It was quite obvious from the smile on
Eleanor’s face that she enjoyed her work, and I was happy to brighten her day,
but at last I was presentable, so she went to fetch the dress for me to try on.
I wasn't impressed when I saw it
on the hanger, because I had in mind how it had looked when I tried it on last
time I was in the shop, but I fell in love with it all over again when Eleanor
fluffed it up as she held it for me to step into. The beading looked absolutely
fabulous, giving the dress itself a lovely formal appearance, and yet it was still
very comfortable to wear. This one was a size 12 and fitted like a glove, not
too loose where my body narrowed, nor pulling across my hips or bust, and the
folds of material seemed to drape perfectly.
There were issues with the zipper
not sliding up because the fabric got caught in it when it went past the waist,
but Eleanor showed me how to hold the net away from the edges, while Mark
raised the zipper, and it closed alright. It makes it a two person job to
fasten it up, but that’s a small sacrifice for an absolutely gorgeous dress.
While it was a very
attractive colour, more beige/latte under normal lighting, but on me it’s quite
a nice change to the regular pink/cream/whites that don't normally flatter my
skin tone, in a brighter light, such as the mini-spots near the mirrors, the
pink tone does show up a little. Eleanor re-arranged the folds a few times,
showing me how to turn them backwards to catch the light differently, as well
as the way the top would drape differently across my breasts, especially
without a bra.
Unfastening the dress so that the
front fell away to drape over my arms, she studied my bare titties, touching
them gently to explain how sat differently on my chest when a little support was
added, courtesy of her warm fingers. Although she admitted the dress looked
much better without bra straps all over the place, it could be improved by a
slight re-shaping underneath. Lifting it back onto my shoulders, but not
fastening the zip, she slid her hands under the material, round my ribs, to
rest just below my bust, her palms cupping my globes. Gently lifting and
squeezing, we studied the small changes in my figure, Master Mark also adding
his suggestions, while Eleanor obliged by manipulating my now throbbing
breasts.
Slipping the dress away from me
again, she excused herself for a moment to bring some bust enhancers, leaving
my stood virtually topless as she exited the fitting room without closing the
door. Mark had me turn slightly several times, so that different views of my
bare breasts were presented towards the open door, and anyone who may walk
past. There were a couple of customers who went by the opening, glancing in,
sometimes for quite a few seconds as Mark and I stood chatting, and another
of the shop girls, Chloe Pritchard, came in to ask if we were being taken care
of.
Smiling warmly at her, I explained that Eleanor was looking
after us beautifully, but had stepped out to get some supports to go under the
dress, and Chloe stepped closer to say how much she admired the dress I was
nearly wearing. She had an infectious giggle, running her hands over the
material as she admitted that the dress is gorgeous
and just breathtaking without being over the top. There is just enough material
to have an subtle ethereal effect, but not so much that it becomes frou frou,
or too showy. She also passed comments on my stripes, so I explained to
her about my birthday spanks, pointing out the fainter marks on my titties, and
lowering the dress to display the three lines along my hairless mound. While
Chloe had hesitated to touch the marks on my bottom and breasts, her eyes
widened as she couldn’t resist running a finger up the side of my pubis.
With a slight shudder, seemingly more of pleasure than of
objection, she excused her forwardness, which I smilingly dismissed, then she
went back to her work on the sales floor, before she was missed. Mark and I
grinned at each other after she was gone, then said in unison, “Restroom”.
Eleanor was back with us a few moments later, carefully
fitting the self adhesive pink silicone supports beneath my breast, taking
quite a few attempts before she was at last satisfied with their placement, and
had fondled my titties enough, without seeming to be taking advantage of the
situation. The effect was definitely better, and she showed me how the two
panels over the bust could be positioned with minimal covering over the peaks,
and a couple of quick tweaks to my nipples firmed them up to create two very
impressive bumps in the material.
I fell absolutely in love with
this dress when I first wore it, and the more I paraded round the fitting room,
the more endeared I became. It’s just so pretty, perfect for a glamorous
occasion, it runs pretty long, to cover the whole leg, and the fit is breezy, so
that I felt like a princess in it. This is a great evening gown, the fit and
style worked well for me, and I especially loved the large bell sleeve on one
arm, which provides more coverage while still showing off my curves. When I
wore it for my birthday dinner I was pleasantly surprised how flattering the
dress was as we walked into the restaurant, a mirrored wall showing our party
as we entered.
Though the effect is very elegant
and sexy, looks absolutely
stunning when I stand by the mirror and chat, I wasn't sure about the mesh fabric, where I would have
expected a softer chiffon, but it flowed beautifully in the breeze from the
wide open door when Eleanor went out to find me the right heel to wear. While the
length ran about an inch or two too long in bare feet, the sandals I had on
lifted it just a bit too much, but that was simply fixed with the right high
heels, and the material of the dress is incredibly beautiful when allowed to
sway.
Eleanor had invited one of the
their beauty consultants, Sally Weston, to
call round to the fitting room, to discuss makeup and accessories, suggesting I
pinned my hair up, wore drop Pearl earrings, and a small silver clutch. For
make up I was a bit undecided since the dress is nude, but the beading is
slate/silver, so with Sally’s help I ended up with two looks, either of which can
go. One was with a black/shimmer Smokey eyeshade, with gold highlights, and an
understated Berry lipstick, OR a soft golden eye shadow, with a blood red lipstick.
I practiced both when I got home, and went with the first look.
Finally, Master Mark said it was
decision time, and Eleanor watched as he asked of me, “Katherine, would you be
pleased to accept the dress as your birthday gift from one who cares deeply for
you?”
Clasping my hands in front of me,
standing straight and proud as I looked into his eyes, I responded quietly, “I
would consider it an honour, Sir, to wear this gift, and to have it adorn this
body which belongs to you, that I may please you more fully.”
Stepping forward, Master Mark
held my shoulders and kissed me, then slipped his arm round my waist as we
turned towards Eleanor, and he told her we would like to buy the dress.
I'm 5'7", and I wore silver
dance sandals with 2.5" inch heels, I liked that the dress had enough
material to just slightly brush
the ground. It felt like I was floating on a
cloud when I was walking and dancing. It is a stunning dress, it fits perfectly,
and it is so incredibly
comfortable. It's really breezy, which made it easy for me to move around in,
and for me to dance in, because it just seemed to flow round with me.
I'm still amazed at how beautiful
this dress is, I loved it, and so did everyone else. I had multiple people in
the restaurant stop me about my dress, even asking where I got it so they could
purchase one for another event or wedding. I felt fabulous.
It wasn’t a really expensive dress either, although
it was more than I would normally pay, at $400, but Mark was happy that I liked
it, so the matter was settled. The price wasn’t a problem for me, as I thought
it was excellent value for money, so much more so than some I had tried on with
Mom on our girly days, or one in particular that always sticks out in my mind.
When I was in Nordstrom, with Sophie last year, there was an Emilio
Pucci Purple Georgette Inset Dress at $2,600, and while the material was
beautifully soft, the overall effect was an everyday dress, that looked like it
had been slashed with a large knife.
My dress, however, was exquisitely gorgeous, and my best
birthday present ever.
