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Her New Master (Friend in the Shadows & Gilt)

She nodded, "It does look the most like regular clothes, thank you, Master." She bowed her head, turning back toward the dressing room, assuming that he wished her to continue, the little white bunny tail bobbing with her steps.

When she returned, it was in the garb of her next master's liking: the look of an Arabian Nights harem.

The bra was a deep purple trimmed in gold, pressing her breasts upward, enhancing them and drawing the eye. Matching sheer fabric hung from a low-sitting hip-belt, bedecked in tinkling gold coins. The fabric split at the sides, revealing glimpses of her legs before they gathered in at the ankle. Her feet were shod in ornate sandals, dangling in places with the same coins. A thin veil hung from delicate gold chains across her face.

"This is what we wore for my next master. He liked the idea that he was a shah, and that we were the concubines of his harem," she explained, her long lashes batting at him over the veil, "We always had to have perfect makeup and be ready at any time he wanted to come for us... He would often have us perform a dance or s-sexual acts with one another, then he would pick one of us to come with him for the rest of the night... And I-- I think I like this one... it is pretty, and it feels nice having it on..."
 
"Very nice. Very nice indeed. It holds an almost mystical quality. Definitely mysterious. It shows just enough to entice but not so much as to degrade. I may have you dance for me when we get back home. I like the thought of you expressing an artistic side. And since you like it so much, we will have to buy it.

Tell me, did you ever enjoy the touch of another woman? I know you hated the way that your Masters would take you, but did the feel of another slave caressing your body turn you on? You would have had a lot in common. Did you ever have a chance to talk to them? To find out what they thought and felt?"
 
She went thoroughly red at his question. Before becoming a slave, she would have said it was a terrible, disgusting thing. But since then... well. She couldn't say for sure one way or the other, really. When before the master, she had pulled herself out of the situation, but when she was with the other slaves, she allowed herself to come out more. Some of the slaves had formed relationships and loving bonds to satisfy emotional needs left untended by their master's sex. She had never done so, but in being with them, talking to them...

"I... I'm not sure if I really enjoyed it," she answered, "It was... different then. I never really, ah, paid attention when it was happening."

She looked down at the floor, her hands idly toying with one of the coins dangling from her hips.
 
"I see. I was just curious." Gram replied, his eyes watching as she toyed with the outfit she wore. "Do you like that color or do you prefer something else? This trip is about finding what you like and don't like to wear, so please do not hesitate in showing me everything. And please, do not cast your eyes away from me. I like looking into them." He said stroking his chin lightly as he spoke.

"Do you have any interest in wearing perfume and make-up? I'm not the type that does so myself," he added, as soft chuckle leaving his lips as he spoke, "but I know that women like to. So my pet, please don't be afraid to ask me for anything. I may say no, but I might say yes."
 
"Oh, I-- they have it in blue, too, but I think I like the purple better," she answered, looking up at him a little hesitantly. His gaze was still disarming.

"I, uh, never really cared for perfume, but I liked wearing makeup on special occasions," she said, adding, "I suppose I would like to have some for whenever... whenever you want to show me off, Master."

She was blushing a little. She didn't feel that she was really worth showing off, but he had mentioned it before, so if he was going to do it, she wanted to put her best face forward.

She retreated again to the dressing room, changing out of the soft, silky material. The sound of creaking leather could be heard before she even stepped out from behind the curtain. Black leather boots came halfway up her thighs, leading to leather pants done all over with zippers, though the only one that mattered started at her waist and disappeared between her legs. A black leather bustier made the most of her figure, pressing her breasts upward. She wore gloves to her wrists, a peaked militaristic cap, and carried a riding crop.

She bit her lip, looking a little uncomfortable, despite the powerful-looking image she otherwise cut in the outfit.

"My next master was the one who... who wanted me to, ah, dominate him and talk dirty," she twisted the crop in her hands, wondering what he thought of the outfit and the play.
 
Gram stopped stroking his chin when he saw the number that she wore now. A long laugh left his lips before he could reply. "I see why he bought you. You do fill the shoes, or rather boots, quiet nicely. It's not my thing of course, but the imagery is striking." It took a lot of work for him not to continue laughing at the idea of a slave punishing her master.

"I think the riding crop would be a nice idea to have around. A full whip would cause too much damage to your delicate flesh, but this wouldn't leave to much of a mark. Not to mention that it would be easier to reach certain places. But that will take some time to work up to." He added, his finger resting lightly on his lips after he spoke.

"As for the other outfit, we'll take it in the purple since you like that color. Make-up is something that you will have to help me with. I don't follow fashion at all, so you will be mostly on your own in that department. But a few nice pieces would suit you, as well as a little perfume. There are many beings that get excited by smell, and I would like to toy with them the most. But for now, change out of this one. You said before that you didn't like what this Master was like, and a reminder of that time isn't something that I want in my house."
 
Jenna nodded, "Thank you, Master," before turning back to the dressing room. She peeled the leather off happily, glad to be out. When she stepped out next, she was in the uniform of her second-to-last master, as the third-to-last (the one who liked receiving handjobs and oral, watching his slaves give bath performances, etc.) actually preferred his slaves naked in his home.

This was not far off from the previous outfit, but it was certainly a marked difference. The vinyl catsuit that hugged her all over, with belts and zippers holding the components together, as it appeared there were several breakaway panels for more interesting play. It looked like something that she would have needed help getting into, but was simpler than it appeared.

She wore the garb of a sub, and though she wasn't bowing her head nervously as before, she still appeared appropriate for it. "This doesn't make me feel as awkward as the last one," she said, "this master liked to tell me exactly what to do and expected me to do it. He liked to play dominant, and liked to dirty talk me. He always wanted me to be very vocal and scream and things, and he usually wanted to, uh, cum on my breasts or face.

"And I, ah, I th-think I'm more comfortable in this position, Master, than the other. I don't really know... I don't know where I stand when I have to do that, but when I'm submissive, it's simpler."
 
Gram nodded his head in approval. "This one does suit you better, but it's also something is meant for play that has been worked out in advance. I would enjoy slowly opening parts of this costume, spending hours slowly feeling every body part both free and confined by this gear. It hugs you nicely, showing off your form very well.

As for you being vocal, I have no problem with you crying out when you need to cum. As for you wearing my seed, that I shall leave up to you to decided. It might be nicer for you not to; given that it would mar your beautiful skin to have my cum stay on you." Gram touched his chin a little before continuing. "It's interesting that you say that you are more comfortable as a submissive. Perhaps that's just your nature.

Before you continue, I want to touch you a little. This rapid change of styles and clothing is turning me on greatly and I want to feel your skin beneath my fingers. Come here and sit on my lap. I have not desire to let anyone see us fuck, but they can see how much I care for your well being."
 
Jenna listened, a little blush creeping into her cheeks as he spoke of spending hours touching and feeling her. She wondered at his comment about his seed marring her skin, pondering what it meant, as he had already said it wasn't anything special.

The flush continued as he asked her to sit in his lap. She bit the inside of her lip where no one could see it, a little nervous to be in public that way, but she nodded, "Yes, Master," and came forward, the latex squeaking in her wake as she sat her small form on his broad lap.
 
A Gilt Clochard said:
Jenna listened, a little blush creeping into her cheeks as he spoke of spending hours touching and feeling her. She wondered at his comment about his seed marring her skin, pondering what it meant, as he had already said it wasn't anything special.

The flush continued as he asked her to sit in his lap. She bit the inside of her lip where no one could see it, a little nervous to be in public that way, but she nodded, "Yes, Master," and came forward, the latex squeaking in her wake as she sat her small form on his broad lap.
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Once Jenna was settled in his lap, Gram's hands started to slowly pet her back, making wide circles along the latex, feeling it against his fingers. After a fashion, his right hand moved to the front of Jenna, tracing a similar circle along her stomach. "It feels very different Pet. I shall like seeing what we can do with it when alone." His hand moved down and lightly brushed her leg.

Once satisfied, he let his hand drop away from her body. "Very nice, you may continue with the fashion show. Once we are done here, we need to do this again at a real boutique. I hope you feel up to the challenge of trying on more clothes." He said with a laugh and a large smile.
 
As his hands roved, Jenna felt herself respond warmly. The latex, taut against her skin, hid her from prying eyes but let her feel the pressure of his fingers across her. She closed her eyes to enjoy it a moment, but then it was gone. She felt just a little disappointed that he didn't take it further, but glad that he didn't-- at least in public.

She went back to the dressing room, and undressed. For a moment there, her hand slid down her stomach toward her slit, but she stopped herself from touching herself-- she didn't want to take too long in there, after all. She bit her lip and slipped into the last outfit she had: a deep red business skirt suit. Black heels clicked on the floor as she stepped out, black thigh-highs hugging her legs, the crisp suit's skirt coming to her knees.

"I think my last master had, uh, something for his secretary," she explained, "He wanted me to look nice before he t-touched me. A house slave cleaned me up and helped me dress, and the first thing he wanted me to do was do a striptease and lap dance. He would let me carry on a while before he would enact his fantasies, calling me by some woman's name instead of slave, that's why I think he had someone in mind... He liked watching me undress, but I always started in suits like this. I suppose they're fine enough, but before I... well, I never was much of a suit kind of person..."
 
"I think you are right. I think he did desire someone else at his work. Could be a secretary, but more likely a boss. If he had a secretary, he would have found some way of winning her over to him. He would have had money, seeing as he bought you, and that goes a long way with some people.

As for you not being a suit person: it looks nice on you. I think you should wear this one while we continue to shop today. Clothing stores will fall over themselves in order to serve someone that looks like you. The image of power is sometimes enough to do that.

If your done, we shall gather up the suits you will be wearing. Everything but that Dominatrix's one. Before we leave, I want you to come look at a few other things. Paddles, hand cuffs and so on. We should try a lot of different ideas until we find what you're most comfortable with." Gram stood up as he finished speaking, his hand coming to rest on her back as his mouth gave her a deep kiss.
 
"Oh," she said, feeling a little naive at his explanation. His idea made more sense than hers. But she was glad he liked her in it, anyway. It was certainly the most modest of the outfits she had yet tried for him.

His hand on her back made her knees want to buckle, and his kiss nearly did it for her. She inhaled deeply as he probed her mouth, her own tongue tracing against his as her eyelids fluttered happily. A moan escaped her as she leaned against him, finding herself wanting things to go on longer than they did again.

When they broke away, she gave him a small, timid smile before going to the dressing room to gather up the chosen clothes in a careful stack in her arms. She stepped out ready to follow him again, though her heart fluttered a little thinking of what he wanted to search for.
 
Gram lead Jenna over to the other side of the store. His eyes started to look at the selection that was offered. "We need to buy some restraining gear. I don't plan on using it often," he said while his mind thought "at least, not right away.' "but like I said, it's necessary to find out what you care for and what you don't." He finished saying as he picked up a riding crop like the one she had shown him earlier.

"I sort of like this. It can be used to cause pain, or be used to just tease. I think only one set of hand cuffs should do." He pulled down a heavy metal set as he spoke. His head turned to one side as something caught his notice. "That black latex sleeve. I think we need that. I like the idea of tying you down once and awhile, preventing you from moving while I enjoy your body my pet. Do you see anything that you like?" He asked, twirling the cuffs on one of his fingers.
 
Glancing around, Jenna was a little reluctant to examine anything closer. There were so many different kinds of toys, restraints, and objects that she wasn't sure exactly what to focus on. Her eyes fell on something, though... a sex swing that could be mounted from various surfaces. She looked at it curiously, wondering what it would be like to be up in the air, swinging free, while Gram took her...

She blushed a little, glancing at him and pointing, "M-maybe that? I-I don't know..."
 
Gram eyed the device that Jenna had pointed to. "Interesting. You could keep your body free while I enter you." He said as he pulled an unopened box from the shelf. Scanning over the selection, he began pulling down several different types of dildos for Jenna to look at.

"I'm sure that you've had some experience in using these..." He said, his hand making a sweeping gesture to the sex toys, "but your previous Masters didn't think too hard about what would feel nice for you to use. These toys are meant to bring pleasure, not pain. And I would rather you not have anything bigger than myself inside your tight little body." He added as he pointed to a large black rubber cock that was as big as his arm.

"Things like that are right out. I would like to see you use a few of these now and then. Watching you work yourself to a climax is enjoyable. Not to mention the fun that can be had by tying you down and placing one of these in you, then walking away to cook dinner."
 
Jenna shuddered internally, but didn't let it show. She wasn't sure being left alone, tied down, with a vibrator in her was something she would really enjoy-- being at the hands, so to speak, of a mindless toy until her master came back to shut it off. She was a little nervous at some of the things he was suggesting, as she wasn't sure it was something she would like.

But she braced herself. She had to do whatever her master wished of her, she knew, so she simply nodded, "If you wish, Master. Thank you for not choosing something so large. You are more than enough for me," she said, focusing on something she was indeed grateful for, and throwing in just a little well-earned flattery.
 
"Not a problem my pet. Sex should be comfortable and enjoyable, not painful and troublesome. Now lets see... I doubt that we need any sort of lubricant; we've been getting by without it so far. A few of these smaller toys will be fine; giving you a chance to please yourself when I'm not around, and sometimes when I am. I really don't see the need for the beads and plugs that they offer, and we already have the outfits in our hands, so I believe that we are finished here." Gram replied as he picked up a few vibrators to buy.

Before paying for the purchase, Gram grabbed Jenna by her back, pulling her close to him and placed a deep kiss in her mouth, his tongue pushing into the back of her mouth, tasting her and letting Jenna feeling a piece of his desire for her that she had risen by her improved fashion show. Breaking free from the lip lock, he paid for the items before addressing her. "Shall we go? We need to get you some decent clothes now. And perhaps have some lunch after."
 
Jenna handed the clothes off to the cashier and went to step behind Gram to be ready to pick up the bags, and so was surprised when he caught her and kissed her. Her feet stuck to the floor as his lips met hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She felt her center heat, and she found herself again wishing he would take her, feeling cold and alone when he broke the kiss.

She blinked at him as he asked if she was ready, feeling momentarily confused. She shook herself, "Of course, Master. Where do you wish to take me?" She grabbed the handles of the bags containing their purchases, stepping obediently behind him to walk back to the car. She found herself wishing, as she never had before, that he had a chauffeur so she could take care of her master in the back, and hopefully her own desire. She knew he wanted her, but his brief moments of attention were frustrating her.
 
Gram actually had to think about her question. "I fear that clothes shopping for the female body isn't something that I'm use to. I didn't have any need before to do so, so we shall just have to wing it." He replied as they loaded the car and got in once more. "Perhaps the best way would be...to just drive around and look at the store fronts." He added with a slight nod. "I think that would do." He said as he started the car.

As was common for any large city, they pasted by shops specializing in certain products that one would never find in a big department store or smaller town. Indian restaurants, mystic stores, comic shops and the like all came into view. Eventually the feel of the road changed, the shop fronts started to show a certain higher class, an element of money that wasn't present in the previous stores. Gram pulled the car to a stop, letting Jenna see the destination.

"This looks good." He said lightly. The front window held displays of long silver dresses, elegant black ballroom gowns, jewelry that cost more than the average man made in a mouth and promised more should they step in. "You shall do the same as before. Try on what you wish and tell me how you feel. These shall be used for when we go out in the public eye. I wish to inspire envy in the eyes of everyone that we pass by. Now lets go in." He said as he stepped out of the car.
 
"That sounds like a good idea, Master," she replied, placing the bags in the trunk, stepping back for him to close it. She herself didn't know much about what was currently in fashion, having spent the last year in a haze, but if they shopped a t high-end stores-- as she supposed he would, considering his own closet-- then practically anything she or he picked would be recently fashionable.

She watched the shops pass by, feeling herself grow a little excited to try on something nice, intended to go out in public or to events. She hadn't done anything like that in a long time, and she looked forward to it, at the very least in theory.

As they pulled up and stopped, her jaw dropped a little, then she grinned. Everything inside was beautiful. The window display sparkled like Christmas, and her eyes fell on some of the most beautiful gowns she thought she had ever seen. He didn't have to tell her twice; she jumped out of the car and nearly forgot to close the door in her excitement. She had to make herself wait at the front door so they could walk in together, he in his suit and she in hers making a fine pair, but for the collar, nice though it was.
 
Gram opened the door to the shop, an eye brow lifting up a little as he saw the selection that was offered. Like most stores of this type, there wasn't an abundant amount of the same thing, just enough to make sure that a person didn't run into too many of the same copies when out and about.

Several employee's looked at the two of them and started to walk towards them. Seeing as they were the only ones in the store at the moment to do any actual shopping, it wasn't a surprise that Gram and Jenna were attracting the sharks of sales people. There looks at him were friendly, seeing as he had the money. The looks at Jenna were a mix of disgust and jealousy. Disgust because she was a slave, and jealousy that her master was willing to spend so much money on her; a sign that their own love life was lacking.

"Go my pet. Dress to your hearts content. These will be for special occasions. As I said, you earned a gift. One of these will be that gift. The others you shall have to work off." He said, placing a soft kiss on her lips, his implication obvious.
 
Jenna did feel out of place as the women glared at her. Even when they weren't looking at her, she could feel their disdain. She swallowed, a little nervous, and nodded to Gram, beginning to wander the store; her heels clicked distinctly against the reflective floors.

She quickly became involved in finding the perfect dresses. As she walked the store, each garment seemed more enticing than the last, and she had laid hands on several favorites before heading to the dressing rooms. Once there, she quickly put on the first of three dresses, taking a moment to admire her reflection before stepping out for her master.

The gown, a deep burgundy, fit her like a glove. Floor-length and flowing, she cut a stunning figure in it. The halter straps came from behind her neck toward the sides of her body, the seaming giving the impression that they flowed down to cup under her breasts, with light ruching along the cups. The crisp, tailored lines along her torso criss-crossed down her front, keeping the gown snug down to her hips. Beneath that, the fabric flowed and fluttered like liquid butterflies.

"Oh, Master, I love this!" she beamed, "It's-- it's so perfect. I like how soft the material feels, how it makes me look... It's just so pretty!"
 
Gram gave a soft whistle, a small smile on his face as Jenna began showing off the dress. "Very nice my pet. It fits you well. If you wish a different color, we can have one ordered. Be sure to try on shoes as well, the heels you are wearing now don't really seem appropriate. If we have time, we should also get your hair trimmed. I'm sure you have a few split ends that need removing."

Walking up next to her, Gram leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry about what these tarts think about you. They will never have someone who buys them anything that showcases their beauty like you do. Now try on the other dresses and tell me which one you like the most. The other two you will earn by pleasing me." He said, his voice dropping low so no one else could hear. Gram placed a small kiss on her neck before pulling back away, his eyes motioning for Jenna to continue.
 
"Oh, of course, Master," she said, glancing at the wall of shoes nearby, touching her hair a little self-consciously. Like the rest of the store, there was less selection and more finery than, say, a department store. Her eyes fell on a pair of black heels with satin bands that crisscrossed over the top of the foot. She was about to go fetch them when Gram rose, and she stood where she was obediently.

His nearness made her heart flutter again, but she couldn't put her finger on why. His words, whispered so quietly, and his kiss sent a thrill down her spine that she wouldn't quite claim, trying to quash her desires a little as they were making it difficult to concentrate. When he sat, letting her know to continue, she glanced hesitantly between him and the shoes, finally pointing to them, "A-and I think those shoes, Master, when we have a chance..."

She retreated into the dressing room, carefully removing the fine gown. The second was a cocktail dress in a soft shade of teal. The straps came up in front like a halter, but crossed in the back in an X. It had an empire waist and accordion pleating from that waistline to the hem, which ended at the perfect spot along her knees to show her shapely legs. She supposed she could find a different pair of shoes, but she also supposed that the others she had chosen would go quite nicely with this affair, as well.

She stepped out, giving a turn so he could see the entire thing, "I think this would be good for a different sort of occasion, but still something nice. I like the color a lot, and how it moves. What do you think, Master?"
 
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