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The Transition 3
"Let me see your wardrobe pet, I want to choose something suitable for our first outing together"
She looked surprised at this, but opened the door of her substantial closet, stood beside it as I browsed through her collection of mini skirts and blouses and said,
"May I say something Sir?" Seeing me nod in agreement, she went on to say, "As a sub, I usually choose my own outfit if we are going out for the evening"
"I am sure you do my pet, for your regular Master and I am sure you choose well, as you know what pleases Him. Would you not rather I choose for you until you get to know what pleases Me?" I replied, fingering the different materials of her skirts.
"But if I wear something that does not meet with Sir's approval, then He will surely point out the error of my ways sometime later" She said glancing significantly at the St. Andrew's cross standing in the corner of the room.
I stopped what I was doing and thought about what she had just said. It made sense and I told her that I would get dressed first and then she could pick out her own clothes, as she suggested. She smiled, thanked me for allowing her to be so bold and I smiled back, knowing that she thought, that she had just topped me from the bottom, is the term used I think.
Once I was ready for our night out, dressed in my favourite black slacks, dark grey shirt and tie and black leather shoes, I went downstairs to await my pet's arrival. When she walked through the door, she looked stunning and knew it too, I thought to myself. I didn't let her know that, of course, I merely glanced up from reading the local paper and said,
"Assume the position for My inspection pet! I want to know that everything is to my liking before we go out together"
"Yes Sir, your pet is ready and I hope that Sir finds her to his liking" She said, as she stood before me, hands on head and legs about shoulder width apart.
I slowly got to my feet and stood behind her. Running my hands over her white silk blouse, I felt her nipples harden on the palms of my hand, that was good, no bra. I then went down to her stocking clad thighs and slowly ascended, over the tops and onto her hot bare skin and that is where I had a feeling that I would catch her out. How right I was, she was wearing a thong! I took it in both hands and ripped it apart saying,
"You see my pet? Never wear panties of any description when you are with me, is that understood?" She looked aghast at the shreds of her favourite under garment lying on the floor and nodded her understanding, "For that indiscretion, you will be punished later!"
I felt a shudder of anticipation course through her body as I told her this and with her clit held between my thumb and finger, her juices were again dampening her freshly shaved petals. Her sensitive nub responded to my gentle massage and she was soon moaning for release, but this was not about to happen. She would only be allowed to climax, as and when I permitted or demanded it of her and not before. I slapped her playfully on her backside and told her that apart from the thong, she had pleased me very much with the outfit she had chosen and in future, she could continue to make her own selection. She visibly relaxed and thanked me for being so generous with my praise.
I handed her a small package and told her to open it. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight when she revealed the contents of the box. I had bought her a black velvet choker which had, as its centre piece, a silver M and p, entwined. She looked up at me, kissed me softly on the lips and said,
"Thank you Master, I will wear this with pride" Handing it to me, she went on to say, "Put it around my neck please Master and claim me as yours, for whenever we are together"
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