Sub Southern Girl in Minnessota Ch. 05

Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota, V

The day after the night at the BDSM club I had cleared my calendar of everything but one afternoon meeting that couldn’t be rescheduled. I had done my normal morning routine, toilet, enema, shower, edge, release enema, plug and heels, but when I crawled to the kitchen, I found Master sitting at my dining room table. He had stopped in to check on me to make sure I was OK after the events at the club. I told him that my butt hurt from its new decorations from the cane, and my ass was tender from his use, but otherwise I was fine. I surprised myself by asking to suck his cock and Master accommodated my request.

After Master left to go attend to work, I sat on the dildo on my office chair, went through my email and messages, and started to review the notes for the afternoon meeting. The thought that kept intruding into my mind was how nice it would have been to wake up next to Master this morning instead of by myself in my bed. I finally made a deal with myself to review the decision this coming weekend.

As I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on the notes for the meeting, I realized that when you sit on a hard oak chair with fresh cane marks across your butt you squirm. When you squirm on a six inch dildo impaled in your cunt you get very horny, and on edge. I had to take a break to avoid an orgasm without permission. I rose off the dildo, knelt, licked and sucked the dildo clean as well as the pool that had leaked around it filling my chair.

I knelt on the floor and sent a message to Master, asking if would need anything special for the weekend. He sent back a note reminding me that I would be going straight to work from his place on Monday and unless I wanted to show up for work on Monday with the same outfit as Friday, I might want to bring something.

That caused me to think about my everyday professional wardrobe. Before Master it was a padded bra, granny panties, pantyhose, low heeled shoes, a black, dark gray or navy suit, and a white blouse. Since Master the granny panties are gone, the suspender hose replaced the pantyhose, the heels are higher, and the bra is now unpadded, and my erect nipples show through. The only change in the suits is they are now above the knee instead of below the knee. So, the only thing I needed to take to Master’s for Monday was a clean blouse, bra and suspender hose.

Per Master’s desires I no longer wear bras outside of work, and the unpadded bras that I was allowed at work, frankly, did nothing for my figure other than show off my now almost constantly erect nipples. I slipped on a wool dress and headed down to a lingerie shop that I had spotted nearby. The older lady in the shop greeted me warmly. I showed her one of the unpadded bras that I was wearing at work which got an immediate, disapproving headshake.

“Oh, honey we can do so much better than that,” she said. Taking a look at my dress she continued, “Let me guess, your boyfriend says no bras outside of work and unpadded bras at work to show off your nipples. Am I correct?”

I blushed and admitted that she was dead on. She smiled, “I think we can do nice things for your figure within those limits. Follow me.” She looked at the size of the bra I had given her and grabbed three different bras off the rack. I went into the dressing room and tried on the first bra, of course wearing no underwear, I was naked in order to do that.

The lady was at the door and asked to see what it looked like. I was hesitant, but what the hell. I opened the door, and she took one look and shook her head again. “How long have you been wearing the wrong size bra?” She disappeared for a moment and came back with what appeared to be the same bra. She snapped the front closure on the bra that I was wearing and helped me slip on the other bra. She adjusted the straps, and the difference was immediately apparent in the mirror. My tits looked at least a cup size larger. She had me slip my dress back on and the difference was noticeable.

She smiled and said, “That is what a good bra in the right size can do for you. Now let’s get a bra that your boyfriend will approve of.”

I started to protest that Master didn’t allow bras, but she shook her head and motioned for me to follow her. She led me over to a table with some shelf and open cup bras and took two off the table. “Go try these on and let me see how they work for you.”

I stripped off my dress and bra and tried on the shelf bra. One look and I knew Master would approve. It gave some lift, but more than that it framed and showed off my tits even better than being naked. The second one did the same with more lift and support. I slipped them off and put my dress and one of the new unpadded bras back on. I told the sales lady that I wanted the three of the first bra in white and one in nude, and the second shelf bra in black

The lady smiled and rang up the sale. I had never paid anywhere close to that for bras but was sure that it was worth it. The lady put the bras in a sack and as she handed them to me said, “Enjoy, I’m sure your Master will approve. Oh, and nice stripes, your Master does nice work.”

I could not have turned a deeper shade of red, I thanked her and rushed out of the store.

I decided not to change clothes for the meeting in the office. As I walked in I got a look from the receptionist out front and my clerk did a double take. My coworker was more direct, “Wow, did you have some work done?” I explained that I finally visited someone who knew how to fit a bra. I had to write down the name and address of the shop for her.

The meeting was a waste of time. One of those meetings that should have been an email. The client just wanted a status update and wound up spending over $500 in fees to get it. Love those billable hours.

As I rushed out of the office my clerk gave me a cheery “Have a fun weekend.” She had no idea. I already had my suitcase in my car so I could go straight to Master’s, but I stopped by my place for a quick shower, enema and larger plug, before rushing to Master’s. I got there before he did but had the code for the back door. I stopped in the Maid’s closet and stripped to my heels, cuffs and collar. Master sent a text telling me to kneel in front of the full length mirror, set my phone directly in front of me against the mirror on a video call and edge until he got home.

It was a strange experience, kneeling naked, edging my cunt and playing with my nipples while discussing what Master should bring home for dinner. Seeing Master on the display watching me masturbate was both exciting and embarrassing, though I can’t explain why I found it embarrassing after all I had done with Master.

I could see Master’s smile getting bigger as it got harder and harder to stay on edge without cumming. I finally heard Master’s words, “cum for me, cum hard for me, then back to the edge.”

My orgasm ripped through me, it had been a week since my last one and all that stored up sexual frustration sent wave after wave through my cunt and body. If Master had not ordered me back to the edge I would have collapsed into a fetal ball.

I was still edging when Master arrived home. I jumped up and Master gave me a tight hug and a deep kiss. Master gave me a look and said, “Dinner will be a bit late; you look like you need a massage, come with me. Master led me down into the dungeon. There was a new massage table set up in one corner of the room. Several bottles were on a nearby table, I assumed the massage oils. Master had me lay face down on the table, blindfolded me and put some soft music on in the dungeon. A few minutes later I started to smell the massage oil. So Master was going to demonstrate a new skill for me?

Hands gently spread the warm scented oil across my body. The massage started with my feet and worked up relieving the stresses of the heels torturing my feet all week. The hands worked the knots out of my thighs, caressed the stripes on my ass, and then released the adhesions in my shoulders. Master was doing very well, he must have taken lessons after seeing how much I liked Odin’s work.

I heard Master’s voice, “Ok roll over.” The massage resumed at my feet and worked slowly up across my thighs, as it reached my cunt, I heard a second voice that I had heard before, “Your Master says that this time you get the happy ending.”

Master pulled the blindfold off my eyes, and I was looking into the deep bottomless blue eyes of Odin. True to his word he started caressing my labia and the muscles around it.

I looked over and Master had an ear to ear grin. He leaned down and kissed me,” My treat tonight, you can have as many orgasms as you can handle. Enjoy your Norse Gods, with my blessing.”

If I hadn’t been so lost in Odin’s massage around my cunt, I might have caught the plural, but I didn’t. Odin’s hands were now working my labia, both outside and inside. Fingers went inside my cunt and raked across my G-spot and I came. A thumb started working my clit in a manner I had never felt before, pressing hard yet gently rubbing. I came hard again.

Odin’s hands left my genital area and worked up across my belly, massaged my pectoral muscles, and spread the warm oil over my tits, his strong hands grabbing and kneading them, I was moaning constantly from the overall feeling. He stroked my neck and caressed my cheeks, still spreading the warm oil.

Odin looked over at Master and I again heard Master’s voice, “Do you want your Gods to take you to Valhalla?”

I had no clue what Master meant, but it sure sounded good. “Yes, Master, if it pleases you.”

Master replied, “It will please me greatly, enjoy your trip.”

Odin turned me 90 degrees so I was laying across the short width of the table with my ass off one side and my head unsupported on the other side. Odin put my feet on his shoulders, rolled a rubber on his cock and slowly pushed it deep in my cunt. I came again.

As Odin started to slowly fuck me someone cast a shadow over my face. I looked up into the smiling face of the red headed Thor. I opened my mouth to say something and got a mouthful of Thor. For some reason Master’s warning, “Be careful what you wish for” flashed through my head.