I sat and she started to examine my nails, shaking her head and repeating, “Don’t chew.” Apparently, she didn’t approve of me trimming my nails with my teeth. She worked to shape them, constantly shaking her head in disapproval. She finally sighed, which I took as sign that she had done the best she could with my finger and toenails given their poor condition. She checked my folder, then selected a nail color. The color was a reddish burgundy. Not a color I would have chosen, but I had come to accept that being owned meant some decisions were now made for me. The thought got a ripple of approval from my cunt. I was again admonished, “Don’t chew.”
As she finished, I looked up at another Norse God. Very similar to Odin, but with reddish hair so he must be Thor. He led me down the aisle to his workstation. He studied my face and held up several color charts before apparently deciding what to do. Unlike all the others Thor was talkative. As he worked on my face, he explained what he was doing, what he was using and why. I quickly grasped that this was not only a makeover, but a lesson in how to maintain the look Master desired. I started paying close attention. I wish I could take notes. The blusher to even out my skin tones, the eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow. He did each eye separately so that I could hear the lesson twice. The final step was the lipstick, again in the reddish burgundy like my nails. I asked what should be used to remove it and he just shook his head.
He turned the chair so I could see the results in the mirror. The only word to describe it was stunning. The hair color and style and the makeup worked together, and the results were simply stunning. I hoped Master would be pleased with the new look.
My guide again magically appeared and led me back to the original changing room. As I was fastening the ankle strap on my heels the vibrator in my ass exploded telling me Master was back to pick me up. The vibrations in my ass lessened as I walked out into the Lobby. Master was talking to a business lady who appeared to be the manager. I saw Master’s jaw drop when he saw me. I did a twirl to give him a good look. He said something to the lady he was talking to which made her smile.
Master gave me a big hug and said, “You look fabulous. I hope you like this look, it is now you. Did they take good care of you?”
I smiled and said, “Yes Master, I love this new look. They took very good care of me except for Odin the masseuse who followed your instructions.”
That got a smile from Master and a frown from the lady. She asked, “Odin, instructions, unsatisfied customer?”
Master laughed and explained, “Your Norse god of a masseuse followed my instruction, and my lady did not receive the release and happy ending that she craved, because I specifically instructed that he was not to let her have one. She did not have my permission and doesn’t cum without it.” The explanation caused me to blush, while the lady simply nodded her head that she understood. Master fastened his collar back around my neck, handed me a box of the products they had used today including all of the cosmetics, thanked the lady, and led me back out to the car with my leash.
Master left the vibration in my ass plug on a medium setting through lunch. Master then took me dress shopping. Master selected several dresses. They were all either very short or had a very high slit, and all were low cut and tight. Each was designed to reveal and show off Master’s submissive. One more stop where Master selected a burgundy leather corset with half cups that left gave some lift to my tits but left most of them including the nipples exposed.
Arriving back at Master’s I took off and hung up my dress in the maids closet while Master watched. Sir helped me put the cuffs and chains back on with my hands locked in front of me. Master took my leash and led me out to the back yard where I again squatted, peed, wiped, and sucked my fingers clean. Master walked over while I was still squatting, took out his cock and relieved himself down my throat. I was able to keep up and didn’t spill a drop.
Back in the house Master picked up the new dresses and corset and led me up to my room. He hung up everything in the closet except the corset. Master removed my chains and the plug from my ass which stung again as the wide part passed my ring.
I knelt at Master’s feet as he told me, “I am having some friends over tonight to socialize and show off my new submissive. You will make me proud. By 6:00 I need you to be ready. I will help you with the corset and your plug at that time. You have until then to rest and get ready. I would recommend a short nap; it may be a long night.”
With that Master left and shut the door. I missed my Master as soon as I heard the latch click. The clock showed 3:00, I set an alarm for 5:00 in case I fell asleep. I turned on the TV. On the guide among others was a “House Channel.” I clicked on that to see what it was. It showed a list of available recordings, including one time stamped yesterday. I clicked on that, and it immediately started playing the recording of the scene in the dungeon last night, with me as the star. I knelt on the floor in front of the TV and just watched in fascination as Master attached me to the horse and clamped my nipples. As Sir started caressing me my hand went to my cunt and I started my edging. When I had jerked up until the nipple chain stopped me, my hands went to my still sore nipples and gave them a hard pull and twist reliving that moment. When Master had changed to the flogger, I was amazed that Master had been hitting me that hard, it didn’t feel like that at the time. I also saw where Master changed from the flogger to another instrument I didn’t recognize. I remembered that it had suddenly started to hurt more and had driven me to yellow. As the tape ended, I wondered if Master would give me a copy? I wanted to relive that experience again. I also wondered where else in the house was under video surveillance.
I laid down to rest before the party, my fingers still in my cunt, as my mind replayed the video. I must of fallen asleep because the alarm woke me up at 5:00. I took my soap enema, took a quick shower, being careful to keep my face and hair dry. I shaved the small amount of stubble I found. I was amazed at how soft and silky my skin was from the oil massage. I might have to ask Master if I can put Odin on a regular schedule.
I put on my thigh highs and the highest heels I had brought with me. I had just finished fastening the ankle strap when Master came in and gave me a hug and a kiss.
He said, “I heard the TV, did you enjoy watching last night?”
I replied, “Yes Sir, it was amazing to watch Sir work and see what I had felt. Is it possible to give me a copy, I want to keep reliving that experience?”
Master laughed, “As my submissive you will relive that experience in person fairly often, but yes, I can burn you a copy.”
Master had me kneel on the bed, ass high, tits down as he lubed and prepped my ass for the plug. Apparently, Master liked what he saw because once he had it lubed and had worked to loosen it with his fingers what entered my ass was Master not the plug. My first clue was it didn’t sting when the wide part passed through my ring, both hands on my hips as Master went slowly deep in my ass was the giveaway. Master went slow and gentle for a few strokes but quickly started going faster and harder.
It felt great to have Master using me, but I surprised myself when I suddenly blurted out, “Please Master, may I cum”
Master waited for several harder strokes before replying, “Cum for me, cum from being ass fucked.”
I had never cum from anal before. The feeling started in my ass, but waves of pleasure radiated throughout my body. My cunt clenched and my ass ring grabbed Master hard. The waves were still radiating through my body when I felt Master swell and ripples of his orgasm in my ass. I fell flat on the bed, Master on top of me and still deep in my ass. We laid there together, Master kissing my shoulders and neck as we both recovered.
I felt Master slip out of my ass and almost immediately felt the plug slide into my well lubed ass with only a hint of pain. I slid off the bed onto my knees and licked and sucked Master’s cock clean.
Master had told me I didn’t need to clean him after anal, but I had replied, “Southern girls always clean up the messes they make.”
Master got the corset and helped me put it on. Master laced it up the way the lady in the shop had shown us. When I thought it was tight enough Master did two more passes making it even tighter, pulling in my stomach and pushing my tits still higher. It was obvious I would be sitting up straight and not breathing deeply tonight.
Master sat in the chair and motioned for me to kneel in front of him. He started to explain, “As you are aware there is a party tonight. It serves three purposes. First, I am socializing with some friends, second, I am testing how you do when entertaining in a group, and third, I am showing of my new submissive. I have no doubt that you will do well and make me proud. You will greet my guests at the door. When asked, your name is Sir’s submissive. If pressed, the answer is ‘Sir has not named me yet’ You can expect to be touched, caressed, fondled, groped, and pinched tonight. The ladies are bad about pinching. Penetration is not allowed though I expect a few stray fingers to find their way into your cunt. I will be watching you and if you are having an issue with one of my guests, please give me the look or cough and I will deal with it. The dungeon will be open, I may use it, you will not.”
Master fastened his collar around my neck and the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He intentionally left the chains off. Sir took my arm, and we went downstairs. Sir had failed to tell me that he had a catering crew in for the party. There were a couple of people in the kitchen and one behind a temporary bar in the great room.
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