Submissive Sailing

by Lewis Chappelle

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story follows “Submissive Spirits” (published previously) in character development and time sequence. It is quite a bit shorter than its predecessor and describes the erotic honeymoon of Chip and Ann aboard a privately chartered schooner.

The story provides additional information related to Ann’s increasingly effortless and stress-free attitude toward her own submissive nature.

Please let me know what you liked and didn’t like about this material and be on the alert, in the near future, for the next related story entitled “Submissive Secrets.” I’m posted them separately due to the combined length of the entire project.

Thanks! LC

SUBMISSIVE SAILING

 

“Well, my sexy, submissive minx, I want you to know I’m extremely happy with you. It seems you’ve learned your lesson not to push my buttons and that you need to be honest with me when you need my consideration,” Chip said as he squeezed Ann’s hand when they were alone again after all the wedding festivities had subsided.

Ann had stripped and Chip was admiring his naked wife. “I believe I have noticed a toughening of your nipples over the past several months, and want to give you the benefit of the doubt that you wore nipple clips each night as I ordered you to. Would I be right in that assessment, slave?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. I knew I had to endure the punishment you imposed for being a bad slave but it near killed me. There were many times when I was going to call you in the middle of the night and beg for you to reconsider but, I know what kind of a hard master you can be, and figured it wouldn’t be worth the call,” she said, as she good naturedly nudged him with her hip. “And then, as you mentioned, it does seem that my nipples are fuller, a bit longer, and more rugged than before. I guess it’s the law of unintended consequences at work. I love what my nipples look like now more than ever.” She pulled on her nipples and came to him for attention.

She was still naked when Chip pushed her back against the wall and pushed her legs apart. He sucked on her nipples, and bit them rigid. He rubbed her clit until it was again stone hard. “Stay there slave, and continue to touch your body for me,” he said as he walked away from her. “Give me a good show and get used to being aroused with no thought of relief. Stay there until I excuse you, do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered. “May I look forward to relief soon?”

She seemed in a terrible state of excitement and he intentionally did not answer her. Rather he said, “You have no idea where we are going on our honeymoon do you, slave?”

The question rocked her back to some sense of reality and she answered “No, Master, I haven't a clue, and truth be told I could just stay here with you and be as happy as a slave girl could be.”

“Well, slave, I think we both need a change of scenery and I am taking you on a nice boat ride that will be a dandy. While I tell you about it, I want you to take your hand away from your clit and assume slave position number two.

He began, “You should know that I have secured, through some very special friends, a luxury schooner and a special crew. The crew is made up of one male who will captain the boat, six female crew members, one female cabin attendant, plus a female chef. The crew and cabin attendant are either from the Netherlands or Sweden. The chef is French. So there will be nine people on the boat in addition to us. The women of the crew are athletic to be sure and know how to handle the boat in any weather; they are also quite uninhibited, if you get my drift.

The cost of this adventure is staggering, but it will be a time to remember and I’ve assured the captain that there will be a generous bonus for everyone if we are satisfied with our memories.”

“Oh, Master, you are a devil,” she said from her position of subservience on the floor. “What will you think of next?”

“There will be some ground rules for you on this voyage of course, slave, and I’ll let you know what they are from time-to-time. First, you should pack light. Only take eight, skimpy, bikini swim suits, some low cut sun dresses, a few very sexy evening style dresses, some short shorts and halters, deck shoes, high heels, a hat or two, and your make-up and jewelry kits should do. If anything else comes to your mind, ask me first. Don’t bother with any bondage gear or any of your erotic leather goods, the Caribbean is way to warm for those things.”

He packed the remote vibrators and a few other erotic toys, but he also packed lightly.

When they arrived at the schooner, Captain Stern met them at dock side. He said, “I have prepared the crew on deck for your inspection sir, if you are ready? The sailors are standing around the ships center circle all in their individual space where they will stand inspection every day. The chef, of course is in the galley, and the cabin mistress is in your stateroom.”

The six members of the crew were found at attention, nude, except for high cut cotton thong panties, low cut socks and white deck shoes. Each women stood with her head high, tummy flexed, hips tucked in, and tits pointed to the sky. All were in a wide circle on deck so they could not see each other. They were a sight to get the juices running of any healthy human being and Chip and Ann were no exception.

The Captain, noted that the women worked in shifts, eight hours on and sixteen hours off round the clock to keep the ship on course and in good condition. We don’t have names for them, we just refer to them by number, one through six, which is marked on their right tit. “No navy reason for all of this, just they way I like it,” he said with a commanding voice.

The cabin mistress, was a tawny skinned girl of an indeterminate age with a superb figure which was displayed in a revealing outfit capped off with very high platform heels and a frilly apron. Her breasts were large and stood high on her chest. Her waist and hips were small. Her legs were long and straight. She also stood at attention. The Captain said she was on call 24 hours a day and would be at their personal disposal.

“I am sure you will find her very attentive and quite skilled. Her name is Kate,” he noted.

The chef wore heels of modest height and a chefs hat. She was shaved from head to toe; no hair anywhere. When they arrived, she was busy preparing drinks and gave Chip and Ann a slight curtsy as she served them. The Captain said, “Chef Jane, here is being punished for an infraction, the details of which are unimportant. She has been shaved by the other women and is not to talk to anyone for fourteen days, isn’t that right Jane?”

Jane merely nodded.

Kate was already putting away Ann’s clothing when they arrived back in the stateroom. Kate had arranged a basket of fruit and some mineral water for the honeymoon couple and curtsied politely when they entered. “Sir, would you be satisfied if I referred to you during our voyage as “Master Chip” or do you have another preference?”

“Kate, only my wife can call me that. You should refer to me as sir. And, you may refer to Ann as Ma,am, madam or mistress,” he added. “I notice you have had your nipples pierced, Kate. When did you get those?”

“I have been pierced six times, sir. One in each of my labia lips, one in each nipple, one through my tongue and one through the hood of my clit. My piercings are for the enjoyment of my clients. They were done in Hong Kong about two years ago when I was eighteen. If you don’t mind me changing the subject, sir, do you wish that I sleep in your bed with you and madam, on the floor beside your bed, or out in the hallway tonight?” she asked.

Wow, this is going to be some trip Ann thought. She knew she did not have any right to interfere with Chip’s answer to Kate's question, but she did go for the idea of sharing her bed, for tonight at least. Chip was not going to disappoint her.

“Now, Kate, there are some rules for you. Under no circumstances will you have a climax in our room. You will never, without my expressed permission, touch my wife’s love button with your hand, mouth, or any instrument.

“And Ann, if I do give my permission for Kate to pleasure you to a climax , you should feel free to enjoy Kate’s ministrations fully. I assume you understand?”

“Kate, I am sure my wife and I will enjoy your company immensely; but first we would be interested in seeing your piercings. Also, as a personal consideration, you are to avoid eye contact with us for the remainder of the voyage.”

It was more in the tone of an order than an request and Kate quickly averted her eyes from them as she spread her legs to show off her cunt lip piercings. She wore no underwear.

“As I understand it Kate, you are here to make sure we are happy and contented. Is that true?”

“Certainly, sir, that is my most important responsibility on this ship. Do you have any request of me sir? I would only be to happy to comply with anything you order.”

“Kate, come over here and turn around,” Chip ordered.

Kate turned her back against Chips chest and he reached around her to fondle her breasts. They were just about as nicely developed as Ann’s but her nipples were longer and with the nipple rings, somehow more alluring. He pinched her nipples hard. She didn't flinch. He pulled them till he almost lost his grip on them. Kate only pulled back against him seeming to enjoy the tug of war against her nipples.

“Kate, here is what I want you to do. Somewhere on this ship must be some fishing equipment. I want you to find some lead sinkers, weighing from one ounce to six ounces. Bring them all back to me as quickly as you can. Now go!”

When she returned, she had quite an array of weights.

“Kate, we are now going to see just how strong your nipples really are. Start by connecting a two ounce weight to your right nipple ring. Then do the same thing to your left nipple ring. After you do that I want you to walk the deck of the schooner and return here to me for inspection.”

Kate did as she was ordered. The crew caught her performance from the corner of their eyes and were excited. When she returned to Chip, he lifted Kate's tits and asked her how they felt.

Kate said she felt fine and was looking forward to setting a world record for weights carried by a women’s nipple.

“Well, Kate, let’s add two more ounces to each nipple and add one ounce to each of your labia rings. Can you do that?”

She again added the weights and walked, a bit more slowly this time, around the main deck.

“OK Kate, you do a great job of carrying weight. Now, what I want you to do is pleasure my cock. Ann, will slowly add weights to your nipple rings at her discretion, until I come in your mouth. We will see if your nipples are tough enough to bear more weight. When we are satisfied that we have found your limit we will hose you down. Ready for the exercise?”

By this time, Chip and Ann both realized Kate was suffering. They knew she was a proud girl and would no doubt go through fire to prove she was strong. Kate was bearing six ounces when she took Chip into her mouth.

She was expert with her tongue and Chip knew she would work fast to make him come. Ann added one extra ounce. Kate worked faster. Chip was not holding back. Ann added another ounce to each nipple and Kate seemed to slump forward but worked her mouth harder and drove Chip deeper into her throat. He came with a sudden burst. Kate captured his load in full and swallowed it. She stood triumphant. Ann removed the weights to Kate’s obvious relief.

“Kate you are quite a trooper. I will make sure everyone knows of your superb performance. But, I want you to practice this little weight drill and keep walking the deck. Lets see what you can carry on your nipples and your cunt lips. By the end of the voyage, you should be able to carry more than you just did and you should be able to do it for considerably longer. You will be rewarded for your an improvement in your effort. Do you want to play my game?” Chip asked her.

“Yes, sir. It seems like a good game to me. I’ll be expecting an audience before dinner

each evening.”

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The crew had retired to their rooms or were working hard as Chip and Ann took a romantic walk on deck. Each of the two girls on duty, naked to the waist, were uninhibited. Their skin had been tanned by the warm Caribbean sun and they glistened in perspiration. The Captain had pulled up the gangplank, pushed off and they were out of the harbor when he called the two girls to the deck.

“Ok, sailors, it’s time for me to hose you down again,” he said. The girls stood tall, back to back, as he splayed water on them from head to toe from a small hose. Their bodies tensed in the cold shower and their nipples hardened immediately. The water soaked their cotton panties and their neatly trimmed pubic hair was faintly visible. They were refreshed by the shower and went back to work without toweling off.

“Nice job, if you can get it,” Chip thought of the Captain.

Chip could not get Kate off his mind. Some sexy customer he thought. And, competitive.

After their walk, Chip asked Kate and Ann to strip. He had them both put on a pair of high heels and stand back to back. Both women knew what he was up to. They stood taller and showed off their bodies to him wantonly.

They were both the same height. Chip walked around them like an drill sergeant at inspection time. Ann had higher cheek bones and her eyes were more wide set. She had blond, naturally wavy, hair which was cut to perfection. Ann was a classic beauty. She had broad shoulders and chest which gave a great platform for her full breasts. Their tits actually were remarkably similar in shape and firmness. Kate's nipples were longer and darker. The nipple rings added a nice touch. Ann had the more muscular, firmer, tummy. Ann's rib cage was more prominent and her hips were narrower. The contour of her stomach below her rib cage was actually concave which was a turn on for Chip. Kate had strong thighs and her calves were well defined but the overall delineation of her leg muscles was not as sensual as Ann’s.

He had them turn toward each other and get toe to toe and tit to tit. They did not make eye contact or smile but he made sure that their nipples touched. From the rear, Ann clearly had the broader shoulders which gave her a sleek look. Her ass seemed a bit higher and smaller, revealing a smooth, sculptured, pussy between her cheeks. Her three wheals were all but gone. Kate had some deeper markings on her ass apparently from a recent whipping. Kate's pussy lips were not as delicate as Ann’s, perhaps, he thought, there was some high mileage there.

He was having the competitive effect between them he wanted. He ordered both women to show off and pose for him. Ann was somewhat disheartened because she was being asked to compete for his attention with their employee, actually their servant, yet she was all to keenly aware that in actuality she was the slave. He controlled her mind and body.

He didn’t tell Ann, but in his mind, she won the posing contest too. He could sense that Kate was aware she had come in second, but her demeanor indicated she was determined to make up for whatever her physical shortcomings may have been long before the voyage was over.

It was getting late in the evening and Chip realized this was the first night of his honeymoon. Something of a tradition to remember he thought. And, he was going to have Kate in his marital bed along with Ann. His mind raced with the possibilities.

“OK, ladies, let’s decide how this threesome will work tonight,” Chip finally muttered. First, Kate, I want you to make Ann’s cunt, ass and nipples your first priority. I’ll watch as you minister to her. Ann, get on the bed on your back and let Kate take you where she wants to go. I’ll give directions if I feel so inclined.” He lit a few candles and settled in, with a glass of wine, to watch the women work.

Kate was certainly an expert and Chip had to slow them both down on numerous occasions. “Now Kate, it’s high time you service me. I know you have a great tongue because I’ve already had the experience. So this time get on your knees and lubricate your ass. Do you like it anal?” He asked.

“Sir, I am ready for you wherever you want to fuck me,” she said with dramatic flair. “Would you like me to give your prick a nice suck to start you off first?” She didn’t wait for an answer.

Chip noticed that Ann seemed to be taking mental notes and this pleased him almost as much as the wild ride he was getting from Kate who was sliding his cock from hole to hole, squeezing him with every muscle she had to work with.

“Ann, while Kate, is driving me crazy, you need to pull your nipples and rub your clit to keep yourself in high gear,” he said. “It won’t be long before Kate will be watching me drill you, to cap off our first honeymoon night while she frustrates herself at the end of the bed. You know you are forbidden to climax in the room Kate,” her reminded her.

During the night, as he cradled Ann under his arm, Chip found his foot rubbing Kate’s tits as she lay at the end of their bed. They were hard. And, he was getting hard again too. She repositioned herself and let his toe find her wet slit. She was hot to go but said nothing. Soon she turned again and his big toe found her dark sphincter. He buried it in her but got no reaction.

As day break came he said, “Kate, you will sleep at the bottom of our bed each night and each morning you will wake my cock with your mouth. Do I make myself clear?”

Her immediate reaction, as she clamored to his semi-hard manhood, was all the answer he needed.

The next several days went well enough. But, one morning Chip found the Captain in a dark mood. He was fond of the Captain even though he was to find that getting on the wrong side of him was not a good idea. Kate gave him the news of the day.

Sailor number four, had not been diligent in her duties the evening before and was being called to a Captain’s mast. Chip and Ann were invited. They had been at sea for several days but had never heard of this routine. The idea of a Captain’s mast was not clear to them and they asked Kate about it.

She reported that the mast was ritual trial prior to punishment for poorly performing sailors. It was an idea of the Captain’s own making. The offending girl would be blindfolded, and brought before the Captain and the others on the vessel to explain her actions. If she was found guilty, her panties would be removed and she would be whipped in turn by everyone.

The whipping was under the strict control of the Captain. The offender was to be tied to the ships rigging, spread eagle, suspended by her arms, feet off the ground. Each member of the punishment team was given an 18 inch hard leather crop. Each was expected to administer one blow at a time at a spot they would identify to the Captain in advance, by pointing to their intended bodily target. The Captain would agree or disagree. If he disagreed with the location suggested, the victim herself would get to choose. The Captain would determine how many total strokes the offending party received. Usually quite a few.

The transgressing sailor was literally hanging in space when Chip and Ann assembled on deck. The guilty verdict had been rendered. The other five sailors had suggested and had gotten permission to beat the victim on her inner thighs.

When it was Chips turn he opted for a strike to Kate’s left tit. Ann, got permission to do the same to her right tit. Ann, felt her own juices flow immediately upon impact. She just about glazed over.

After several hundred well placed blows, Kate was untied and washed down with the hose. She held her ground and everyone applauded her stoic self control throughout the punishment session. She was tough. A girl to be reckoned with; a celebrity of sorts and she was proud of herself.

Kate came over to Chip and said, “Sir, the Captain sends a message that perhaps this might be a good time for me to service your wife, if you don’t have any objection. If you give me the word, I’ll take her to the privacy of your stateroom now.”

Chip nodded his agreement and the girls went off, arm in arm.

Chip lingered to talk to the Captain and Kate as Ann returned to the stateroom but when he returned himself he immediately interrupted the energetic activity which was emerging before his eyes. Ann was in bed, naked, on her back. She was pulling her cunt lips wide apart heedless of her wantonness. Kate, also naked, was kneeling, hands bound behind her back, mouthing Ann’s sloppy cunt loudly. Ann was oblivious to anything but the crashing waves of ecstasy throbbing through her vagina when Chip entered. He gave Kate a wicked swat and pushed her off of Ann and drove his stiff cock into her easily.

“Boy you sure can get off on this girl-on-girl stuff, my sexy little slave,“ he said. “But now it’s my time. Get your hands under your ass and move your hips. Get your cunt muscles moving and make me cum in your sweet cunt this very minute or you’ll taste the lash right here in front of your cunt sucking, mushy faced, little friend,” he shouted at her.

The tone of his voice was as much a turn-on as his words, which in turn, were as much a turn-on as the depth of his prick inside her. She contracted and moved. He came instantly.

“May I come now, Master?” she begged.

“No, slave. Hold yourself open for your wretched cunt servant. She will finish you off and have the pleasure of cleaning up my ejaculate to boot,” he commanded. Kate was quickly back to service Ann’s pleasure hole.

Later in the day, Kate came to him with another message. “Sir, its seems the Captain has gotten wind of the fact that you are using my body for some rather interesting experiments. He suggests that perhaps you would find it useful to come to his cabin at your convenience, with your wife, to see his collection of playful gadgets. From my perspective, it would be a shame to miss out.”

“Kate, tell the Captain I would like to take him up on his offer right now. Advise your Mistress to meet me there. While we are gone, you are to lay in the sun on one of the chaise lounges, outside our stateroom, naked with your legs wide apart. When we return you will masturbate to a climax for anyone who wants to watch.”

The Captain had a closet full of wonderful bizarre costumes, whips, and bondage equipment. He was only to glad to share them with Chip and Ann. He suggested that one of his most useful items was a leather hood with a hard leather penis looking attachment of about seven inches on the outside of the hood and about four inches on the inside which would fit into the slave’s mouth.

He suggested that perhaps the couple would like to witness Kate, face fucking each of the six crew prior to the end of the voyage. A date was set to enable Kate to recover from her most recent beating.

The women of the crew were delighted with the service the Captain had ordained for them. They each took turns. It appeared they enjoyed watching each other almost as much as they did their own climaxes and Kate couldn’t seem to get enough of her sudden respect.

As time permitted, Chip fashioned a small bench from an old stool and he used it to assist him in Kate’s nipple weight training. Each day he took her to the middle of the open deck and tied her, kneeling, to the bench. With her mid-section on the bench, her tits hung so he could adjust the weights. Frequently he would toy with her pussy and ass hole and with sounds like that of an animal in heat she would beg for mercy. But, he paid her no attention.

She had managed to get accustomed to carrying six ounces on her tit rings and at the end of the voyage had even progressed to the point where she could accept without complaint as much as eight ounces. She was tough and Chip was pleased.

Ann had one unfilled need. She smiled wickedly at Chip and whispered “Master, we’ve seen Kate whipped but I’m curious to know just how well Kate takes an even more severe whipping. It would be helpful to me to see her in strict bondage and then subjected to some rather exacting punishment. A display like that might give me some idea of just how a good submissive should suffer.”

Near the end of the voyage, Chip discussed the plan with the Captain and made arrangements for him to carry out Ann’s request. Chip offered the control unit which operated the three vibrators he had subjected Ann to on their weeding day. The Captain had two of the deck crew tie Kate to the deck of the schooner, legs wide apart. For over four hours everyone on board had a turn at stimulating her. Never did anyone let her climax notwithstanding her desperate cry’s for release.

The Captain then had Kate strung upside down with strong ropes, in an inverted spread eagle position. He pored ice water over her body and directly into her cunt. She screamed in agony.

Over a period of an hour everyone again took turns whipping her. Most of the deck crew used the crop to remind Kate that her tender pussy and ass hole were vulnerable to them. They whipped her from her feet to her shoulders. And, they also found a cane with which to whip her tits which were quite welted when they were finished. She was on fire.

The Captain told her not to cry out or she would be whipped the same way the following day. She controlled her pain silently. When Kate was released, everyone hugged her gently.

As promised, at the end of the voyage, Chip slipped a five thousand dollar tip into her well trimmed and very sore labia lips. She dropped to her knees and kissed his feet. The sailors and chef were also well paid and expressed their eagerness to serve them so on another highly erotic voyage.

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Kate used the address printed on his check to send Chip and Ann a letter. She expressed her deep gratitude for the generous tip she had received. She said had certainly enjoyed being of service and provided them an address where they could reach her if they ever wanted to call on her.

Enclosed in the envelope was a package of Polaroid shots of the Captain and the schooner, plus shots of the women crew members in their white cotton thongs in close up and then as a group. Mostly the shots were of her in poses likely to remind them of her role in their honeymoon.

She added a post script to the bottom of her note; “Master and Mistress, I love and adore you both.”

It sounded like an invitation to Chip, but he could not concern himself with Kate at this point.

Ann was thrilled that the designer and builder of their home and finally gotten a certificate of occupancy and had ready in move in condition. All the boxes had been delivered and Ann set about to make the house a home for Chip. The secret space under their bedroom had been christened “The Sub Room” and was never detected by the building inspectors.

Ann had spent many hours fixing up The Sub Room and she served Chip sexually there almost every night since they had returned from their honeymoon. On many occasions, she had been punished in tight bondage there. Her ass, legs and tits had been whipped severely on a weekly schedule.

Chip never tired of seeing Ann suspended, spread eagled from the ceiling hoist. When her arms were overhead, her feet off the ground and her legs spread to their limit, it seemed that her narrow waist and concave tummy were even more enchanting. He would fondle her in that position and she would beg for release. Then he would whip her until she said she could endure it no longer. She knew the drill and loved it.

She had several bondage benches built to her own specifications and physical dimensions. Each was leather covered and modestly padded. One of the benches was about thirty inches long. The inverted V shape was intended to rest directly in her cunt when she sat upright astride the devise. She called it The Black Horse. It wouldn’t take long on the horse to have one tender cunt and ass hole.

Chip was proud of the way Ann rode the horse. He made a practice of binding her lower legs up behind her at the knee and tightening her down to the devise with the use of leather straps attached to her tight waist cincher. He used the single-arm glove while she was on the horse since it had the effect of pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her tits forward. He was delighted at the way she looked in this position and her moaning was always a turn on for him.

Another bench was for ass whipping or for fucking her from behind. In this contraption, Ann knelt astride a padded board with her tits on each side of it. Her knees were also astride the top beam but were strapped down to two other shorter padded slats on each side of the center beam. Her arms were bent at the elbows just under her head to two other even lower slats. With her head and arms lower than her ass, she made an inviting target. The entire devise was adjustable and Chip could center Ann's cunt to any level he desired; either to whip her or to fuck her.

The third bench included built-in vibrating cunt and ass dildos. On reflection, Ann liked this machine the least. Chip could lower her on both or either of the dildos and vibrate her to distraction. Frequently, he would whip her tits while the machine pounded her two lower openings.

Ann could get wet just thinking about these benches and how Chip would make her feel so helpless and defenseless when he strapped her to them.

During the day she did have a great deal of freedom, yet she mostly kept focused on her relationship with Chip. Even when she went to lunch with her Mother, or with the local neighbor women, she was rarely distracted from her role as sex slave to her devoted, but demanding, husband. How could she please him more? How could she more obviously display her devotion and submission to him?

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Once, she traveled to center city again to look for another pair of the erotic high heeled shoes she knew chip liked. While she was still outside the shop, she was approached by another customer of the store who said, in a hushed tone, “Miss, perhaps you might enjoy hearing a bit about Howard in there. My name is Millissa and I have been buying shoes from Horny Howard, for years.

Anne’s interest was apparent.

“Howard is somewhat of a benevolent deviant. He gets his rocks off by fondling women's feet and looking up their dresses. He never gets fresh, I can tell you that from personal experience. I notice he is particularly attracted to you and frankly I don’t blame him.

Howard has made it known over the years, that if a women he admires hands him her panties in a brown paper bag before she tries on his shoes, and if she cooperates with his interest in seeing her legs and crotch, he will only be too glad to give her a fifty percent discount on any purchases she makes in his store.”

“Well, Millissa, that’s very interesting. I’ll certainly be buying more shoes from Howard and I’ll be thinking about your story. I don’t have time to do more than just window shop now, but when I come back I‘ll bring a brown bag. Thank you so very much,” Ann responded with a knowing wink.

At dinner in a small, intimate, restaurant, where she had been ordered to refer to Chip as “Master” in front of the wait staff, she related Millissa’s erotic tale and asked Chip what he would want her to do. Chip was enthralled by the prospect and told her to return to the store and look Howard directly in the eye as she gave him a bag with her panties in it. She was then to make every effort to make sure that Howard saw her well manicured pussy during his service in the selection of her shoes.

Actually, Ann was both thrilled and edgy with Chip’s decision. She knew she would be sitting in a shop right on Sixth Avenue. She knew she could arrange to sit with her back to the window, but still the prospects for great embarrassment were quite real. She did it anyway.

Ann wore black, thigh high, sure-grip top hose which accented her well shaped legs. She had shaved her pussy neatly and even moistened her labia before she entered the store. By the time she had modeled and purchased a great pair of 5 inch, thigh high, boots which fit her superbly, Howard saw more than he could endure and had already ejaculated. He excused himself to change his pants before he had a chance to write up the sales slip.

“Miss, I am very sorry for the delay,” he said. “I am sure you understand that these little mishaps are bound to happen in circumstances like these.” Apparently, this was not the first time for Howard; after all he did have a change of clothing handy. She felt a strange sexual power and liked it.

She made another purchase a week later and the result was the same. He said to her, “Miss, you have given me great pleasure recently and I’d like to repay you more than just in a discount for your shoes. If you would be willing to model your next pair of shoes for me privately in the back and watch me masturbate, I’ll give you the shoes free of charge. Do you understand my offer?”

“Yes, Howard, I understand your offer,” she said. “And I will take you up on it next time I’m in town. I would expect you to lock the door when I get here. No hesitation.” Howard nodded. The next time she got to town, she gave Howard the show of his life and after she left the shop with her selection, he locked up and went home exhausted.

Howard was all smiles on her next visit to his shop. Before they got down to his normal business, Howard seemed to want to draw Ann into his confidence and got close to her. “Miss, as you may know, there is an exotic clothing shop in the third floor, two doors down the street here. Because my special shoes often top off his fashions, the owner and I have become friends. He is looking for a women like you to model his line of bizarre fashions to wealthy businessmen and women who can’t imagine what the clothes will look like when they are worn. I thought of you immediately, Miss because you are so beautiful. Would you be interested in being one of his models?”

“Howard,” she said, “I do remember purchasing a great leather outfit in a store around here several years ago. I had a good experience there. I’d like to meet your friend and see his work. I’d want to see how safe I’d be and what arrangements he would have for attending to my car. Last, but not least, I’d want to know how much he would pay me for this type work and how frequently he would need me. Can you arrange for a meeting between us?”

The meeting was set up immediately. Sam Tannen, the owner of the shop, was soon in Howard’s shop. He explained he had a secure parking garage under his building and that he had two former Navy Seals on the premises for security. She would be safe. His clientele were often executives from abroad. Some were women. They were usually in the market for very uncommon garments and he was sure that if she modeled them they would make up their minds faster and more frequently than if they just saw the merchandise on a hanger or a mannequin. He would pay her fifteen percent of whatever she modeled that the client purchased. And, he was sure the clients would give her bonuses to boot.

Later, when Ann explained Tanner’s proposal, Chip expressed interest in the idea too. He felt Ann had made great strides in overcoming her sensual awkwardness in public but this job would take her to a new level. He suggested that Sam be encouraged to offer her discontinued garments and agree to construct garments of her own design especially for her. When Tanner agreed to those last two amendments to his original offer, Ann was ready to get started.

Ann frequently came into the city at least two days a week, generally on a Thursday and Friday to show off the firms fashions. Sam provided her with a make up girl and a hairdresser. She would get to town early and be ready for the parade of scheduled clients who would each be given a two hour appointment.

The firm sold sexy sport wear and beautifully designed dresses. She looked stunning in hip hugging pants with provocative cropped tops. And, her long and shapely legs were just right to show off a pair of short shorts. She liked the way she looked in long lean skirts, a handkerchief top and bare back. Some of their evening dress were designed to be exceptionally revealing on a women with a figure like Ann’s. Really there was nothing in Tanner’s line in which Ann did not look singularly stunning.

Ann modeled wonderful leather and vinyl dresses, some so tight at the knee and ankle that they were essentially hobbles; some were so very short that the creases in her ass cheeks were visible; some had no back panel at all. She modeled provocative leather, lycra and fishnet corselets, halters, bustier’s and teddy’s. Her ample breasts filled out the bras the customers asked about, some of which were soft cupped, some padded, some open. Garter belts, leather panties and corsets, and leather gloves were also quite popular.

But, Ann really liked showing off the firm,s selection of waist cinchers. She had three of them at home, and never tired of showing off her figure in the heavily boned waist crimping designs. Without much difficulty she could compress herself into a size 22 inch cincher.

Tanner had made a bet that if she could ever model a corset which closed to 20 inches for at least a half hour in six inch heels he would give her the thing. The day she decided to win the bet she chose a leather up-lift bra, leather thong. The corset came up just under her rib cage. She wore the six inch platform heels Tanner borrowed from Howard. The women for whom she modeled bought everything but the shoes. Ann herself was impressed with her own performance.

Tanner’s firm also sold bondage gear and it wasn’t long before the owner had convinced Chip and Ann to let him show her off to his selected clientele in an array of restrictive mittens, elbow and ankle cuffs, spreader bars, straps, blind folds, gag trainers, discipline helmets, and chastity belts.

She was certainly more at ease with her modeling since she knew she was safe. Her success added to her confidence.

Many of the customers came back because of her and knew her by her first name. Many gave her huge amounts of money as tips. Many gave her their card with the not so subtle message that they would give her anything she wanted if she would give them the chance for a date outside of Sam Tanner’s establishment.

She always, coyly but firmly , turned them down.

But she was some hot ticket at home!

The End

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