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Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

A naked girl was a wonderful site, but give her sexy clothing, shoes or even jewelry and she became so much more. So Jeff sat down and enjoyed the comfortable chair, as another girl brought him a drink so he could enjoy the show. Soon enough his Cunt was walking, her inexperience showing, but when she was standing her ass and chest was accentuated by the shoes, making her even more sexy.

Looking good, turn around for me.

His finger and hand making a spinning motion. Jeff said as he watched his slave, his hunger for her naturally growing as she moved.
Now bend over.

He nodded to WetHole in appreciation of her selection, and what it did for his slave, and now it help emphasize her womanhood.
 
Cunt smiled and did a spin for him. She stumbled a bit and then looked at him. She smiled adn bent over so her ass was exposed to him and she braced herself on her knees. SHe smiled at him and grinned.

WetHole smiled adn nodded.

"I am happy you like it sir, would you care to move to clothing or underwear?" She smiled adn looked at him.
 
Excellent! Makes her ass even look better.

A woman who wasn’t a slave, a guy would couch his words or say something that only insinuated what he felt, such wasn’t necessary, for a man could now talk to woman, and say how he felt, without having to have any deception.

Let’s do underwear next, and work our way up to some clothes.

A naked slave was an enjoyable thing, but giving them some appropriate clothing could and often did make them even more appealing, plus if they didn’t wear anything, how could you have them strip. So he sat and watched the show, enjoying and appreciating that his slave was happy and smiling, as she displayed herself for his pleasure.
 
"Great! Do you have a preference to any type of underwear?" She smiled and looked at the man. Then hearing his answer, she disappeared and Cunt moved over and kneeled before him wearing the new boots and looked at him and smiled and stroked his thighs and legs.

"Master, thank you for being so kind to me. I know you don't have to, but it is nice that you have been patient with my inexperience." Shse snuggled into his thigh and nestled on the ground between his legs and shut her eyes and smiled wider and watched him smiling wider.
 
Sure, I think I’d like to see her in something like that one, and that one, and let’s try that one too.

He said as he gave the assistant his preferences. Jeff nodded as his slave thanked him for his kindness and showed her appreciation for his patience. With only her boots on her, snuggled between his legs looking for something so simple as acceptance and acknowledgement. Petting her head, Jeff saw the in the young girl, a ripeness, a growing need to be a woman. The poor little thing with so much potential had been cocooned by her father, and not allowed to blossom and grow, instead held down and almost punished for being a woman. Jeff was taking pride in watching her hatch, watching her learn to be a woman, knowing she was getting ever closer to her true calling and happiness.

I knew when I bought you, that you were untrained, inexperienced and didn’t have the prerequisite classes a girl your age should have completed, but I had a hunch you were a diamond in the rough, and all you needed was someone to help guide you, to help you reach your full potential.

And though far from hard, she could feel his manhood semi erect in his pants, a clear sign that she was having an effect on him, and that even with her small troubles, that her efforts were being appreciated.
 
WetHole took note of the preferences to underwear. She noticed that he liked things that were sexy. Things that were a little bit difficult to put clothes on over, but it was not impossible. She smiled and disappeared to go get everything they would need.

Cunt smiled adn looked at him. She bit her lip and then nuzzled his hand much like a dog would that was looking for attention. She looked at him. "Master, if I didn't know that WetHole would be back soon, I would beg to suck your cock again. I love the taste of you." She whispered.

Wethole came back and smiled.

"So master, I ntoiced that you took exception to body stockings, so I got everything in that vein with a few cute pairings of underwear for you." She said and brought the rolling closeline and showed him clothes.

First Cunt smiled and tried on all the body stockings but her favorites were black body stocking and a body stocking that looked like garters and hose. For each one she came out and did a spin and WetHole smiled again.

Cunt then went in and came out in a baby doll. She smiled adn then looked at him and then went back and came back out in a lacy thing that Cunt was not sure what it was.

WetHole looked at him and smiled. "Is there anything else you wish to see or have her wear?"
 
Jeff was asked to pick, and in his normally decisive way he picked. Were they all practical, were they all things that could be worn all the time that was of course unlikely and probably not possible. Were they all sexy, that was for sure. Though underwear and slave attire were sort of synonymous for regular attire and as such could and were often worn with nothing else over them. Jeff smiled down at his new slave asked to suck on his cock, letting her see that he appreciated her offer, and that he was proud of her for asking. He whispered back.

Maybe in a few minutes, after you’ve shown of some of the sexy garments.

She was impressionable, and though an upscale place like this would offer a slave to take care of him as part of their customer service, Jeff knew that was unwise. His slave was new and still bonding, she would feel that she’d failed if he had another girl, even if it was a totally acceptable practice. For now he needed to be careful and help nurture her, for a little effort in the beginning would pay off very well in the long run. Jeff took time to admire each article she wore, making her turn and more, make sure she showed off each piece, and that she saw him looking at her with intensity and lust . Finally reaching out and drawing his new slave with her sexy white outfit to him as WetHole asked about more.

Yes, how about some sexy clothes to go with what we’ve done, and some panties, bras and some thongs that match. While you do that, I think I’ll enjoy my sexy new slave for a moment.

Jeff sent WetHole on her way, drawing Cunt down between his legs, for it was important that she know she was desired, and for her to show others that she wanted and was proud to serve her master, and a semipublic place like this a good place for it.

Suck your master’s cock slut!

Loudly enough so those close by could hear and know she was his slave. Doing so in such a public fashion let her know that he wanted others to know that she was his, which was important. Pride of ownership went both ways.
 
WetHole smiled as she saw that Jeff was happy with all the clothing she had chosen. She smiled and watched Jeff. She nodded and turned and moved away to find some suitable clothing.

Cunt smiled as she was drawn back between his legs. She loved the white clothes with the lace and ribbons. It was feminine, young, but it still promised a fun time. She moved down between his knees and then looked up at him and smiled wider. "Thank you so much my master." She whispered and reached out to his pants and opened his pants and pulled out his cock and smiled adn then kissed along the length and purred softly to it as if cooing to something of great importance.

She then ran her tongue along the urethra and then wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck shutting her eyes and groaned softly moving forward and leaning her head forward bobbing her head up and down. Her hair was pulled back on the sides so no matter what, her hair would not curtain her face as she sucked her masters cock.
 
Jeff leaned back in his chair, enjoying nothing more than a sexy slave between his legs. That she was young, sexy were enough to make any man’s cock hard, but what really did it for Jeff was that she was doing it willingly and eagerly, that she wanted to be there. The look of glee and hunger in Cunt’s eyes were what made his cock throb, made the veins that coursed along his turgid length pulse. Though she had yet to be deflowered, and didn’t have her slave name, she was a slave. From the time she slipped from between her mother’s legs, this is what she was meant to be, born to be, and anything less was an injustice.

Love that cock like only a slave girl can.

Days gone by, something like this would have been unheard or, considered total humiliation, but this was the truth. A woman was meant to be on her knees serving man, dressed as an object for his desire, obediently doing what at her heart she was meant to be.

Suck YOUR MASTER’s cock!

Jeff was putting on a display as much for himself as for his slave. For he was proud of his ownership of her, and wanted others to see her, and in a way for them to be jealous of what was his. At the same time he wanted to build his slave’s confidence, so she too would be proud of who she was and who owned her. The slaves were moving as they went about their assigned tasks, other waited nearby in case they were needed.

Take it out; show them what you’re responsible for.

Jeff knew that a slave needed to be proud of her master, and what better way than for her to show off what was hers, what her master had, and what she’d done. Having a master with a huge hard cock, and that same cock covered in your slave spittle was something any slave should be proud of.
 
Cunt was happy when he told her what to do, but his noises and phrases are what made her exstatic. She continued to suck leaning forward and shut her eyes and continued to suck. Reaching into his pants, she began to stroke his balls. Feeling the warmth and the pulsing of the blood through him. This was what she always longed to feel. She shut her eyes and rocked her hips forward like a horny dog. One that signaled to all that her master was incredible virile and made her aroused. She continued to suck and shut her eyes being egged on by his shouts and encouragement.

She then heard his order. She had seen a few slaves that were gifts to jocks at school take out cocks and show them off. So she pulled her head back and smiled looking at him. She then stroked him with her hand so that maybe he would stand a little more erect. She then looked at all the slaves around and then moved back so they would see.

WetHole had returned with more clothes and grinned looking at them.
 
The young thing looked so happy playing with her new toy, you could just tell she didn’t want to give it up. The store could probably being robbed and she’d just continue to suck Jeff’s cock, not a care in the world. Having watched her lithe sexy body prancing around him turning, twisting, bending, his cock needed a little relief, and the thing with her lips wrapped around his length, was just the answer. Jeff grinned when his slave held up his cock up, her small delicate hand partially around it, the large purple head bulging and dripping with precum.

Empty your master’s balls slave.

Jeff was not concerned that he was being watched or that WetHole would have to wait, knowing full well, that WetHole just wished it was her, for she was a slave, and that’s what slave’s did. Plus if WetHole really wanted a tip, she’d work for it. Even as he sat there, in the middle of a clothes store, he felt his balls fill as his slave lavished attention on his length. Each bob of her head, each time her cheeks indented brought him closer and closer, a deep grunt and groan slipped from his lips as the pressure built.

Almost there slut!

Jeff wondered who would clean up if Cunt made a mess, or even worse came. Those thoughts came to an end as his muscles tightened and his cock began to spew and belch its massive load.
 
Cunt showed him off and grinned as the pre drooled from the tip of his swollen head. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked and then licked down the shaft even over her fingers cleaning the delicious creamy cum. Shutting her eyes, she smiled and looked at him. Then she was given the go ahead to empty him and then wrapped her lips around him and began to suck. Cunt was very horny and shining with her own want and need, but she would not touch herself. For the tiniest of stimulation, she would cum readily. Shutting her eyes, she moaned and panted trembling.

She continued to suck her hips grinding with her need. She was a bitch and heat and she needed something. She continued to suck as her arousal was so strong, it was rolling down the inside of her leg. Since they were her customers, WetHole moved forward dropping to her knees and ran her tongue up the insides of Cunt's thighs. Cunt groaned and rolled her eyes trying to get stimulation to her pussy, but WetHole sensed her index was high and so remained careful. Several sluts, even new ones, were trained or being in the process of training to cum on command of her master. So WetHole didn't want to undo the possible work by letting Cunt cum.

Cunt continued to suck and moaned louder and louder. Even now, several young boys shopping for their sluts were videotaping on their camera phones what was going on.
 
The experienced master that Jeff was, he saw the little shudders and shakes, the trembling of his slave’s body as she tried not to succumb to her own growing desires and instead concentrate of the pleasuring her master. WetHole, was making sure that that Cunt didn’t stain the merchandize she was wearing, while of course slurping up the pussy slime that oozed from Cunt. Not that Jeff cared, all the undergarments were all made so they could be cleaned, for a slave who didn’t often have wet panties and underwear, really wasn’t a slave.

Sex was no longer something to be hidden or shunned; it was a natural and normal act between master and slave. Gone were the days when sex was behind closed doors with the lights off. It was a common and ordinary thing that could and was done were and when the parties desired. There was nothing to be ashamed of, rather it was to be enjoyed to its fullest, be it at home or in public. Jeff’s balls were churning as they felt heavy with his pent up load. Jeff groaned with his own pleasure as he restrained himself, making her work for it on purpose. Something earned always felt better than something given too easily. The scent of Cunt’s need increased as the crowd grew, for who didn’t like watching an eager young slave dutifully pleasure her master. That’s why they were there, dressed up, and made to look their best.

OH FUCK!!

Jeff said from between gritted teeth as the large balls pulled up against his body and a torrent of cum shot from his length. The euphoric feeling of cumming streaking through his body as it tightened and his shaft pulsed with each hot sticky rope of hot of cum. Jeff left it to his slave to handle, neither guiding nor demanding, as she needed to learn when and how to cope with his powerful and abundant blasts.

That other sluts didn’t get to taste or have his cock was irrelevant, that their need too grew just meant they’d rush back to their masters and redouble their efforts to serve, slave’s learned from good examples. Plus public sex was good for everyone, it offered a good example that children could learn by, and for adults it got the juices going, so that everyone could engage in a healthy active sex life, which was proven to relieve stress and extend life.
 
Cunt continued to suck and groaned panting softly. She groaned and feeling him shoot hard, she moved so his cock was pressed against her throat and into her throat so he would spew his load down right into her stomach. She moaned adn then shut her eyes and stood up. SHe smiled feeling him ease up and then continued to suck and lick and moaned gently. She pulled back and then smiled and kissed his cock once it was clean as if thanking it for the delicious treat. She then kissed down to his balls and then pulled back and grinned.

WetHole stood up and then blushed and then looked at the others admiring Cunt. WetHole began to dress Cunt in various clothes. Everything from a beautiful lacy number, to a red vinyl short suit, to a leopard print dress..

Finally WetHole looked at Cunt's master. "So what do you think master?" She smiled adn folded her hands in front of her.
 
Jeff put away his polished and clean member as Cunt was dressed in the various outfits that WetHole had found for her. The young thing transforming as she nicely filled out each of the garments. Sometime the clothes made the slave, and sometime the slave made the clothes, and Cunt was doing a great job of making everything look good.

Some guys like to dress their slaves in period clothing or make them into cheerleaders or even dress them up to look real young, but Jeff just liked them to look like women, and for him a woman was a woman, when she was dressed to be fucked. So he smiled and admired them as Cunt was presented to him over and over again. Jeff made her turn, bend and twist, if for no other reason than he enjoyed watching her. No she didn’t move with experienced skill or turn with the practice of a well-trained slave, that would have gotten the maximum out of each outfit. Still it wasn’t necessary, he could tell she wanted to please, she wanted to serve, and that made all the difference, for she cared.

I think slave that you look good, and you fill those outfits out nicely.

Jeff was truthful he wanted his slave to know he appreciated her not only for her sexy body, but for her desire to please. Something as simple as words could and was a great reward, and if done honestly a slave could understand what they had done right or wrong. She would learn to show off her body, to accentuate it for maximum affect, and as she learned his tastes, she would learn to arouse her master, knowing what effect and end result it would have.

Now slave, go pick out one or two things you’d like to wear, and come back here.

Jeff did it to see what she would do, a sort of test to see how she was doing.
 
Cunt tried to spin and turn. Sometimes she would trip and stumble due to her heels. This caused the store sluts to frown and watch. Usually girls when they came of age their mothers or the house slut took them out to get them some heels to wear around the house. It usually happened the first time they were invited between their father's legs. The store sluts tried to figure out why she was not used to the heels yet. But they knew that she was trying her hardest, and that was admirable to any slut.

Cunt smiled and then looked at him. "Thank you master." She smiled wider and blushed harder and ran her hand through her soft hair. She then looked up as he told her to pick out an outfit. Turning, she took off running through the store and found an outfit that she really liked. She then came back and presented a dress and looked at him.

"Shall I put it on?" She asked softly. She bit her lip wanting to wear it and feel the soft fabric against her skin. Everything in this store was soft and made her feel delicious and horny. Especially when she looked at the mirror.
 
Jeff could have been displeased or upset with his new slave and her inexperience, but he wasn’t, rather her eager and willingness was something he was enjoying. An experienced slave already did things a certain way, with his new slave everything was fresh and new. He could sculpt and direct her, molding and guiding her, to be the exact kind of slave he enjoyed the most. Even now Jeff was patting himself of the back for deciding to purchase such an inexperienced slave. Yes, there would be more time required and more patience, but in the end he knew he was going to be rewarded many times over.

So he smiled in appreciation as he watched his new slave’s sexy ass dart off into the racks of clothing, her youthful happiness clear. Waiting patiently he saw glimpses of her as she moved about, intent on her goal, finally reappearing with a sexy little number she held up for his approval. Jeff liked it immediately, but took a moment to inspect it, before giving his approval, mostly because he wanted to let her see that he was interested and thoroughly considered her choice.

Yes, put it on.

After she’d put it on and done a little show for him, he’d instructed her to come again between his legs. He looks down at her with a smile of lust and affection, a look a slave should strive to get and a master should always have.

You’ve made an excellent choice. I think you should wear that tonight, when I take you for the first time, and make you a woman. What do you think of that MY Cunt?

Jeff was showing possession as he spoke about one of the most important moments in a woman's life. Much like women of bygone days once talked, planned and dreamed of the day they would be wed and what they would wear and how it would happen, young girls now dreamed of the day they would be a woman, the day and moment they would make the ultimate submission to their master.
 
Cunt soon came back and showed him adn watched his face carefully. He inspected it and had ehr turn it on the hanger. Seeing him smile, she grinned wider. She was doing good and pleasing him. She looked at him. She put it on before him and moved forward between his legs and smiled seeing that look on his face. She returned the smile and then moved closer running her hands up his thighs and listened to him.

"Yes, I would love to wear it while you make me a woman." She whispered. The thought of having that hard cock she had been sucking on all day inside her, pushing and going where no one had ever gone before made her blood race and her already soaking pussy drip down her legs. She smiled adn then smiled wider. She rested her cheek against his thigh and watched him with a broader smile. He was going to take her home, to a bed, and have her show her utmost submission to her and she couldn't wait.
 
What pleased and made Jeff proud were the young girl’s eyes and smile as they gleamed as she spoke, she was happy and looking forward to her deflowering. Jeff was sure that there was an eager little slut just waiting to be enslaved, and that she’d be a truly cock hungry little cunt after he’d broken her in. Jeff wasn’t sure, which one of them was most looking forward to tonight.

Here.

Jeff handed one of the attending slaves his credit card.

We’ll take those, Jeff indicated the majority of items, Cunt had worn, pleased with her attire and attitude.

Jeff lifts up the small slave girl, so she’s standing in front of him, gives her a swat to the ass.

Now get out of that outfit, before I fuck you right here, and put that short lacy dress on and those sexy shoes we picked, and let’s get going.

While Cunt gets changed, he takes the time to thank WetHole

Thanks, you did a good job WetHole, she’s going to look awesome when I deflower her tonight.
 
She grinned as he handed the credit card over so they would be able to move on to their next stop. She giggled as he raised her up on her feet and she rocked her hips forward and blushed as he gave her a swat on the ass.

"Yes master." SHe turned adn stumbled a bit in the heels she was wearing and went to put on the lacy short dress and the heels.

While she was gone, WetHole smiled and nodded. "It is truly an honor to pick out the clothes of a slave who will be deflowered, sir. But may I enquire as to where you bought her? I usually see slaves that are as uneasy in heels as her from one of the more conservative families that have to sell a slave to pay some taxes or something or another." She smiled and looked at him.

She walked out and smiled watching him and WetHole.
 
Cunt wobbled off to change, as he and WetHole talked.

No issue, I purchased from a private party, her father, he needed money. The poor thing has an index number almost as high as you can get, and her backwards father, thought he’d let her grow up as a free woman or something ignorant concept like that. So he irresponsibly failed to be a man, and instead kept her tucked away, as if her natural instincts could be suppressed. He went so far as not to even teach her anything she needed to know as a woman, and went so far to command his slut wife to do the same. So rather than get her proper education she needed, tried to deny reality and twist it to his own delusion. Now that she’s been given the chance, she’s going to be a very happy little slut, I hope.

The conversation wasn’t mean, harsh or in any way meant to be anything but a truthful discussion of Cunt’s background and history.

Luckily I think I got her young enough that no irreparable harm was done. I sometimes wish there where tests before someone has children. I know we are an open minded society, but some people really should be allowed to raise children.

Various items were bagged and boxed, as the store slaves went about getting the items ready, then hauling them out to the car.
 
WetHole grinned and then canted her head and soon the grin melted from her face. "Hypocrites, some of the worse types." She shook her head but upon hearing Cunt's index number was high, she smiled wider. "Ohh I wish I were a slut with a high index number. I have a sister slut, CumSpray, she has an index so high, the master can just whisper in her ear and she will cum like she has been void of sex for a full week. It is truly a site to behold." She shook her head and smiled looking up seeing Cunt come forward and then laughed at his statement.

"True, there are some sluts incapable of having little sluts of their own that would give their right arm just to raise a slut." She shook her head adn then smiled and then Cunt came over and then did a turn and then grinned.

"Well, how do I look?" She smiled looking at her master.
 
Listening as WetHole described her sister CumSpray, Jeff nodded in understanding. The higher Sexual Index number was what every slave girl wanted, knowing that the higher the number the more she would be desired. Still a number was just a number it didn’t tell the whole story, and Jeff knew that. Still WetHole’s sister slut sounded like an excellent slave to own. The best slaves though had a high index and the correct personality and intellect to make the perfect combination. You could have a high index, and be dumb as a rock or the personality of a rattlesnake, and you wouldn’t be as desirable.

Your slut sister sounds like a very special girl, but you’re special too. Every girl serves in her own special way.

Jeff groped her, knowing she would appreciate the attention, as Cunt came back all dressed. Jeff again took a moment to inspect his new slave’s total outfit, pleased at how well she filled out the dress, and the dress accentuated her natural feminine curves.

You look good Cunt! Now thank WetHole for helping you.
 
WetHole moaned and arched her back into his groping and shut her eyes and smiled wider. She moaned and rocked her hips forward and smiled wider and saw Cunt come out looking beautiful. She smiled and nodded to Cunt's master.

Cunt smiled and then looked at WetHole. "Thank you WetHole." She stepped forward and began to kiss the girl thanking her in the way that she interpeted her master telling her to "thank" her. She kissed those full lips. To which WetHole wrapped her arms around the girl and squeezed her ass through the dress and ground her hips against the girl and smiled. "Make him happy to have you, slut." WetHole smiled and slapped her ass and then stepped back and watched Cunt blush as she looked to her master.
 
Jeff smiled and nodded after Cunt had thanked WetHole, for helping her. Pleased he guided his hot looking slut slave out of the store, and to the car. The large black man had been helping one of the store slaves, when they came out of the store. Jamal stopped to open the rear door and this time his eyes bore into Cunt with a hunger to them. After they were in, he finished loading and securing the trunk, before preparing to leave. The boss had already told him what the next stop was to be. So without any more delay they were on their way. Jamal’s eyes more than once, looked in the rear view mirror to catch a glance of Mr. Johnson’s new slave.

Again comfortable reclining in the luxurious seat of the limousine, with his legs naturally spread, he looked down at his slave, her hair done, her nails done, her makeup done, her attire and each step was bringing her along. In a way these things were as much for her as him. They helped her be sexy, helped her feel sexy, and helped her feel the role of a slave.

We have one more stop before we go home. How are you doing slave? Are you nervous, scared?

His hand reaching out to stroke and pet her, his legs to protect her, as the car sped along.
 
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