7 comments/ 72435 views/ 48 favorites Doomsday Trickery By: Doomsday Trickery "You.." she momentarily let her frustration out and then said, "Ok, you've made your point. Ass. Bye. Love you." "Love you too," and then more laughter as she hung up the phone. She returned to find Christy kneeling exactly where she'd left her. Her head was down and she was so still Lauren almost thought she wasn't even breathing. She spoke, "I'm sorry Christy, it's ok. I kinda lost my head for a bit and I needed to talk to Mark. We need to talk." "Ok," Christy said in a quiet voice. The first question Lauren asked was, "Why me?" "You've always been kind to me even when I was rather nasty to you trying to convert you to my religion. I care about you a lot. I trust you. A lot of people aren't really very nice even though they act nice toward you when they want something. It's hard to tell when someone wants you because they care, or if they just want to use you without regard for your well being. And I know you aren't like that. And I love you." "Well, what about a nice man?" "I don't like men." "Huh?" "I never have. All the girls in my church love their husbands, but I never wanted one. I didn't know why until I met you." "Can I please have a drink?" Lauren handed her a glass and grabbed one for herself. "Well, get up. Let's go back to the living room and talk." "Can I please bring the contract?" Laurens eyes widened. "Fine. But I'm not signing it until we talk." "Thank you," Christy said with a little more cheer in her voice. The hope that it was possible that Lauren would sign lifted her spirit. She hit print on the computer and tried to stand as the printer spat out the contract but she found her legs had fallen asleep as she knelt. She fell and spilled her drink on her blouse. Lauren quickly helped her to sit on the bed as she suddenly realized just how long Christy had been kneeling there. As she arranged her friend on the bed she couldn't help but admire what was showing through her friends wet blouse. It clung to her and revealed her generous cleavage. Lauren wet her lips as she stared. "Let's get this wet blouse off you," She said reaching for the hem. Christy pulled away and said "No. Not unless you sign. Not unless you own me." "You're willing to be my slave and do anything and everything I want, but you won't take off your top unless I own you? How does that make sense?" "I'm a good Christian girl. I can't do those things. But if you own me, then it's your right as my owner." Lauren rolled her eyes and shook her head. "If you say so dear." She grabbed the printed contract and helped Christy to her feet and led her to the living room where the bright overhead light showed her more of Christy's charms through her drenched blouse. Christy saw where she was looking and she blushed beet red. And if Lauren wasn't mistaken, did she hear a whimper out of her? Christy asked, "My drink got spilled, may I please have some more?" "Of course," Lauren answered, "I'll get you some..." but Christy interrupted. "No please let me get it. And I'll get you some too. Isn't a slave supposed to serve her Mistress?" "I haven't agreed to anything yet." "Well, the end of the world is only a week and a bit away. Would loving me for that short time be so bad?" Lauren shook her head but Christy didn't see as she had turned to go into the kitchen. Christy returned with two full drinks. She put one down on the floor and knelt before Lauren who had taken a seat on the couch and reached up and handed it to her with both hands on the glass. She's done some research if she knows to do that, Lauren thought to herself. She had never seriously gotten into that lifestyle, but sometimes she had wondered if it was only because she never found somoene she wanted in that way. But Christy's behaviour was appealing to her. "Thank you," she said absently as she thought back. Christy had always had a knack for being caring and considerate. But looking back with this new understanding of her friend as a lens, she realized that much of Christy's behaviour could be interpreted as a form of service. She stared down at her friend almost as if seeing her for the first time. Her pussy twinged and she felt her desire for the kneeling girl. "Sweetheart, as much as I wish I could take you up on this, you're drunk, and it wouldn't be kind of me to take advantage of you...." she didn't get to finish as Christy interrupted with her frustration and hurt evident in her voice. "I'm not as thunk as you drink I am!" She declared angrily. "I've been thinking about this for a long time Lauren. But I'll make you a deal. Let's sign it, and if in the morning you see that I feel regret over it because you've somehow taken advantage of me, you can rip it up and we can forget the whole thing." "And if not?" Lauren asked softly. "Then you own me until the world ends." Christy said happily. Her frustration got the better of her and Lauren threw up her hands. "Fine!" She said. "If you want to throw sense out the window until you come back to it then give me the damned contract." Christy held her eyes down as she handed it and a pen to Lauren, but there was a smile on her face. Lauren took the contract and gave it only a cursory glance before grabbing the pen and signing her name and dating it on the two indicated lines. She handed it to Christy who smiled happily as she did the same. Then she ran out of the room. "Where are you going?" Lauren asked. "When there is a contract between people then all parties involved have to have a copy right Mistress?" Lauren rolled her eyes again, but couldn't argue. Christy was too much. Christy came back and handed the original back to Lauren and Lauren asked, "And where is your copy?" "I left it on my bed Mistress. I want to frame it and hang it on the wall over my bed. Is that ok?" Lauren laughed. Then she had an idea that was sure to make her messed up friend change her mind. She said, "Actually that gives me an idea slave. Why don't we make a third copy and hang it here in the living room. Right over there where it will be plain for everyone to see that you are mine." Christy blushed but said, "As you wish Mistress." She quickly went and made a third copy and returned a short time later with a copy mounted in a picture frame with a glass front to protect it from dust. "If I may be allowed to get another picture frame when we go out Mistress, I was going to use this one to hang my copy in my room." "Sure hon," Lauren shook her head again. This seemed so out of character for her friend. Oh well, she thought, she'll wake up tomorrow and feel very differently. Hopefully we'll be able to laugh it off and go on as we were before. "Will you hang it Mistress?" her friend asked, interrupting her thoughts. "I'm not good with tools." Playing along, Lauren agreed, and in a few minutes the contract was hanging on the wall behind the sofa where she thought it would surely embarrass Christy in the morning. Lauren turned around and found Christy naked, and kneeling on the floor with her clothes set to one side. Lauren's breath caught in her throat. Oh fuck, I am ever going to make her pay for this, Lauren thought to herself. This is ridiculous. I am soooo freaking aroused right now. She decided to let some of that frustration out. "Christy, I swear, when we wake up tomorrow and you are embarrassed about all this, I am going ot make you pay for how aroused I am right now." "Would you like to have your slave lick your pussy then Mistress?" Christy blushed hard but she had apparently meant it because she started to crawl toward her on her hands and knees. "Stay!" Lauren ordered and Christy froze in place. "Sweetheart, I am giving you tonight to sober up and change your mind. Tomorrow when you are hung over and embarrassed and have changed your mind we can have a good laugh together and then sort things out." "Awww. As you wish Mistress." Christy said with her disappointment plainly evident. Then she looked up and blushed as she asked, "May I please masturbate then Mistress? I'm really horny." Lauren looked at her sharply. Ok, she thought, I'll give her one more thing to regret in the morning. Making me this sexually frustrated is going to have consequences. "Fine," she said, "But I'm going to record you doing it on video." Christy blushed, but a slight whimper told Lauren that she liked the idea. Shaking her head Lauren got her phone out of her purse and turned it on. "Ok slave, go," she ordered. Christy blushed hard, but quickly lay back on the floor and started touching her pussy. She was hesitant at first but as her fingers explored herself she found confidence in her explorations. Lauren just had to twist her a little. "I thought good girls didn't do things like this?" "I'm not a good girl anymore Mistress. I'm a slave." "Are you telling me you've never done this?" "No Mistress, I tried once, " she moaned, "but my mother caught me so I never did it again....I've wanted to though," she added. Lauren decided not to ruin her friends moment with what might be painful questions. That could wait until morning when she would have to fix this mess. She found herself getting extremely aroused as she watched Christy's self exploration. She wanted so much to join her on the floor. But her integrity, (or was it something else? a nagging voice in her head asked quietly), wouldn't let her. She stared at the girls pussy that looked like it had never even been trimmed. She wondered what it would look like shaved. It might very well be a very pretty pussy. She shook her head at her thoughts as it was only a short time before Christy began to shake and and moan and whimper. She had the cutest little whimper. "Oh Mistress I'm cumming.Ohhhhhhhhh." Laurens cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard as Christy lay completely exposed on the floor for a few moments and then crawled on her hands and knees to Lauren and began kissing her feet. "Thank you Mistress, thank you," she said between kisses. Lauren kept the video running and let Christy make a fool of herself for quite a few long moments until she decided she had enough video and stuff to make Christy understand the mess they were now in. But though she put down the camera phone, she sat there and, (enjoyed? or was it relished?) the attention her friend was giving her feet. Finally she decided it was enough and got up. "Ok my friend, it's time for bed. We can talk about this all in the morning." "Yes Mistress," Christy replied and followed Lauren to her room, leaving her clothes in a bundle on the living room floor "Just where do you think you're going?" Lauren asked. Christy looked downhearted and softly said, "I know that a slave doesn't always get to sleep where she wants Mistress, but can I please sleep with you tonight?" "Waking up naked in my bed will certainly be educational for her," Lauren thought. "Fine. But we are sleeping. Nothing else." Christy's smile was like the sunshine. "Yes Mistress," she said happily. Lauren decided not to totally humiliate her in the morning and reached into her closet for something to wear to bed. She decided on a low cut spaghetti strap silk night dress that clung to her body and caressed her curves. It reached to just a third of the way down her thigh exposing a lot of leg. She had never worn it before as she had been saving it for a special occasion. It didn't occur to her to stop and ask herself why she chose to wear it. She pulled the covers back and lay down. Christy was standing there looking like a little girl at Christmas. She patted the bed and Christy nearly jumped into it. Christy put her head on Laurens shoulder and draped her arm across Lauren's chest and whispered, "Good night Mistress." "Good night Christy," She replied. She was very aware of Christy's arm laying on her chest. Each intake of breath caused slight movement of her arm teasing Laurens breasts. Her nipples were poking up clearly through the thin night dress. She sighed. It was going to be a long night. Christy was apparently soon fast asleep. Lauren however had no such luck. Torn between her desire and her responsibility as Christy's friend, she pushed away all the lustful thoughts that begged to be considered. She lay there a long while. Christy was a sound sleeper and didn't move at all. But Lauren was restless. As she became more and more fatigued she came out of a bit of a daze and found that she had turned her head toward Christy. She could smell her roommate's breath, and her scent as well as remnants of a lovely perfume that clung to her and she could even detect the powdery scent of Christy's deodorant. She turned her head the other way in frustration. Some time later she fell asleep as exhaustion overcame her dilemna. She was having a lovely dream about an exotic, beautiful lover. The lover was doing wonderful things to her when she started coming out of her fog. She was very aroused. Her pussy felt wonderful, her lover was a very dedicated pussy licker, and she moaned and sighed as she opened her eyes. But the feeling didn't go away. Surprised she looked down and found Christy between her legs hungrily doing her best to please her. The events of the night before came back to her in a rush but she was too far gone to care. Fuck it, she thought, and lay back and enjoyed her friends mouth. She obviously didn't have a lot of experience, but the touch of her mouth put a fire in Lauren's belly that begged to be fueled and she moaned. She got closer and closer to orgasm, and after a moments hesitation took Christy's head in her two hands and helped guide the girls tongue so that within a few more moments her cries filled the room and she spilled over into lala land. Christy didn't stop licking and Lauren's orgasm stretched across the long seconds and she whipped her head from side to side as her body trembled and her orgasm crested. Finally she pushed Christy away and lay there for a few moments just feeling wonderful. Then reality stepped in and she asked herself, "So what do I do now?" She opened her eyes and saw Christy still between her legs looking up at her with a smile on her face. "What was that about hmmmm?" She asked. "It's in the contract Mistress. 'The slave must wake her Mistress every morning by licking her pussy.'" :Lauren's eyes widened. "Oh really?" "Yes Mistress." "I guess I should have at least read it before signing," she sighed. "I take it you don't have regrets." Christy smiled. "No Mistress...." and she hesitated. "Spit it out. I want nothing but the truth from you." "Yes Mistress. It's just that I wish we could have, uhm, you know, last night." Lauren sighed inwardly. "I guess I own a girl," she thought. "At least until the end of the world doesn't come." She shook her head. "You sure are something." Christy smiled and asked, "Would you like breakfast Mistress?" Giving in Lauren nodded her head. Christy smiled and left the room and the rear view of her attractive roommate turned slave was just as pleasing as the rest of her. Lauren sighed. After a few minutes she put on a robe and joined Christy in the kitchen. The girl was still completely naked and standing a bit back from the stove as bacon sizzled in one pan and two eggs cooked in a second. Lauren had a look and there didn't seem to be a lot of food. "We aren't out of breakfast foods already are we?" "No Mistress." "Well, how come you're making so little?" "This is for you Mistress." "Well what about you?" "In my research I learned that slaves eat after their owners and only when their other duties permit Mistress." "Well from now on unless I say otherwise you are to eat with me. Understand?" "Yes Mistress," Christy smiled and added more eggs and bacon to the pans. "You're really serious about all of this aren't you?" "Yes Mistress." "Why?" "Because I've had these urges since long before I met you Mistress." "Really? But yet, you never even masturbated." "No Mistress." "How did you handle it?" "I prayed." "Did it help?" "I prayed a lot." Laurens eyes widened again at that and she laughed with real humour. Her new girlfriend, well, slave, she corrected herself, was full of surprises. "Well, slave, where do we go from here?" "Wherever you want Mistress, it's only till the end of the world." Afraid of offending her girls very touchy religious weirdness and offending her greatly, Lauren let that pass without comment. She would just have to wait till the day after the appointed day to have that conversation. But what to do with her until then? Her mind suggested several things at once and she looked hungrily at the naked girl cooking breakfast. Fine! She almost yelled at herself in her thoughts. I'm not turning her out of bed after all of this. I'm going to have my fun. Her heart sang despite her irritation with herself. She smiled at Christy. "You look really good naked." She could almost hear Christy blush and the girl replied, "Thank you Mistress." "But I noticed last night that your pussy hasn't been trimmed in a while." "It's never been trimmed Mistress. I didn't touch myself there because I was afraid I'd give in to sinful thoughts." "Well, as you said last night. Now you're a slave. I want you to shave that pussy completely bald after breakfast." "Yes Mistress." She watched Christy as she cooked and her mind drew lustful scenario's. Her eyes followed every movement of Christy's body, every ripple of her smooth skin. Christy flinched as the bacon splattered and Lauren wondered for a moment if she should tell her to put an apron on. Her naughty thoughts suggested something else instead. she said, "Don't stand so far away from the stove, you'll burn breakfast." "Yes Mistress," Christy agreed and gingerly got closer to the stove. Lauren's pussy twitched. She watched silently as every few seconds Christy flinched or jumped Lauren was lost in her admiration of her girlfriend, (property, the nagging voice whispered,) and it seemed like breakfast was soon ready. Christy two hand served her plate arranged her fork and knife beside the plate on a folded napkin. She then poured Lauren a coffee and made it just the way she liked it. Then hesitantly she asked, "Do you want me to kneel on the floor to eat Mistress?" Lauren shook her head in surprise and said "No eat at the table with me." Then as her mind filled with those thoughts again she added, "Maybe you can kneel to eat on the floor another time." "Yes Mistress," Christy said happily and brought her own breakfast to the table. They ate in silence and Lauren couldn't help but stare and admire Christy's naked body. Christy for her part blushed when she saw the way Lauren was looking at her, but ate in silence, glancing up every few seconds to see Lauren watching her with a raw hunger in her eyes. When they were done, Christy stood and cleared the table. Then she left the room. Lauren finally had time to get her brain in order without the constant lust for her roommate, (slave, her mind insisted). Christy obviously wanted this. She obviously wasn't unhappy about it. She wasn't at all regretful as Lauren had expected. She seemed to be revelling in her situation. As weird as all this was, Christy seemed more carefree and well, happier, than Lauren had ever seen her. A few minutes later Christy came back and she stood close to Lauren and said, "Mistress, I have shaved my pussy as ordered. Have I done it to your satisfaction?" Lauren came out of her thoughts and gave her girls pussy a good look. She had been right. Christy had a pretty pussy. Without any hair at all it reminded Lauren of how she herself had looked before puberty. She imagined Christy in that same stage. Then getting hair, and apparently lustful thoughts that she had somehow been made to feel were wrong. Then her absolute self denial for years, until she could figure out a way for her to be herself, and believe what she'd been taught. Damn, Lauren thought, she really wants this. And, a tiny voice in her heart said, so do I. Fine! She's MINE! At least until the world doesn't end and Christy wants to go back to the way things were. So. What to do now? Doomsday Trickery Christy stood there quietly all throughout Laurens blank stare. She started to think Lauren was not pleased, that she hadn't done it properly, when suddenly Lauren reached out and touched her pussy. Christy flinched as Lauren's fingers caressed the place that until last night Christy hadn't even caressed. Christy whimpered as Lauren slid a finger up and down, just between her lips. Lauren looked up at her and saw her nervousness. "It's ok, you did a good job." "Thank you Mistress." "Now I'm going to play with what is mine." "Yes Mistress," Christy said in a breathy whisper.. She dragged her finger between Christy's lips barely penetrating between them, and found she was already very wet. Smiling, Lauren pushed her finger into her girl, and felt her muscles clamp around it. She slowly penetrated deeper and Christy whimpered and her knees shook. Lauren realized this was not where she wanted to be doing this. She stood and turned, and as she did she hooked her finger into Christy's pussy and said "Come with me." Not that Christy had any choice as Lauren's finger was inside her pulling her along behind. She took her to her bedroom and had her lie on the bed and lay down beside her, regretfully letting her finger slide out as they positioned themselves. "I want your first time to be sweet and tender, not controlling and demanding." "If that's what you want Mistress," Christy replied smiling at her. "That's what I want," Lauren replied softly and leaned in and kissed her and wrapped an arm around her. Christy replied with passion and when Lauren's tongue touched Christy's lips her mouth opened to accept it. Christy's hand reached for Lauren's hip, but stopped short and started to pull back. Lauren noticed and pulled out of the kiss. "Did you want to touch me?" Christy looked down and nodded. Lauren grabbed her hand and placed it on her hip. "I want you to feel uninhibited. If you really think that you shouldn't do what it is you want, then ask. Ok?" "Yes Mistress,"Christy whispered and smiled at her. Lauren's lips were soon pressed against Christy's and her tongue dancing in her mouth. Christy started caressing Lauren through her nightwear. Her hand felt delicious through the smooth fabric. But Christy wasn't happy with that for long and her hand dropped down to below the hem and pulled it up and was soon caressing Lauren's bare skin. Lauren moaned and began to slowly, and ever so gently, drag her fingers lightly from Christy's shoulder to her chest, teasingly across her breast, and down her belly. Christy whimpered that cute sound she made as her fingers grazed her bare pubic mound. Lauren teased her a little. She dragged her fingers right down to Christy's lips, and then back up to her hips and up her side, and underneath her breast, and just grazed her nipple on the way by. Christy whimpered again and again. Christy was still caressing Lauren's hip, but she got braver and cupped Lauren's firm cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Please," Christy whispered. Lauren knew what she wanted but wanted to tweak her a bit. "Please what Christy?" she asked innocently. "Please touch me." "I am touching you sweetie, do you feel my fingers caressing your breasts?" "Down there Mistress. In my pussy. Please." "Well, I'm the Mistress right?" "Yes Mistress." "What if I don't want to?" Christy's eyes widened and she said quietly, "That is your right Mistress." "But I do want to, silly," Lauren laughed and her hand cupped her lovers vagina and a finger found it's way inside her. Christy moaned, "Oh thank you Mistress." "You're really horny right now aren't you my girl?" Lauren asked as her finger slowly moved in and out, stopping at her entrance before entering her again. "Oh God yes Mistress. I've never been this aroused." "You're beautiful when you're horny my girl." Lauren teased. Christy whimpered. And moaned. Lauren didn't have to play with her pussy for long before Christy was really close. She slowed down and asked, "As I said sweetie, you're really beautiful when you're horny. I don't think I've ever seen you so beautiful." Christy whimpered and looked into Laurens eyes and Lauren could see her need. "What if I wanted to keep you this way?" Lauren asked. "I mean all the time?" Christy's eyes widened further and she whimpered and Lauren could feel her muscle clamp tightly waround her finger. "That would also be your right Mistress. I am your property." For a long moment Lauren's finger held itself still. Her mind raced at the thought of keeping Christy in that state for a long period of time. Forever needing, forever lusting, always eager for her touch, but never quite able to hit the beach on the shores of orgasm. Her darker side laughed and her pussy twitched. But she said to herself, "Maybe another time. It could be a lot of fun to keep her like this, or worse, for a week or two." And then she moved down between her girls legs and tasted her. Her musky and slightly astringent taste was music to Laurens taste buds. Her tongue devoured her without any preliminaries. She knew Christy was ready, and she was hotter than she'd been in a long while. She inserted a finger, then two, and sucked and nibbled on Christy's clit. She looked up and saw Christy was watching her intently and her hands were to either side of her clutching the sheets and squeezing them for dear life. "Mistress, may I please cum?" Christy asked. Again, her desires conflicted and she was caught in a momentary paralysis with the thought of keeping her like this, but she snapped out of it and replied, "Yes my dear, you may. Come on, cum for Mistress." Then she took Christy's clit between her lips and flicked it back and forth with her tongue while her two fingers fucked her harder and faster. Christy moaned and cried out and almost screamed as she came and her tight entrance clamped around Laurens two fingers and spasmed. Her body trembled and her hands pulled the sheets she was trying to mutilate until the mattress was exposed. Lauren smiled a devilish smile and didn't stop. Christy orgasmed and her pussy clenched and unclenched around Laurens unstopping fingers, and she started begging, "Mistress please, please stop, please...." "What if I don't want to?" Lauren asked with a grin, and returned her lips to Christy's clit. Christy stopped begging but her moans and cries continued. Lauren took pity on her though and stopped her tongues movement on Christy's clit, and her fingers jammed into her one more time and then lay still. And slowly Christy came back to earth. Lauren finally moved and took her girl in her arms and held her. Christy trembled and snuggled up close and remained still as Lauren whispered her love for her. Finally Christy moved. She moved down Laurens body and knelt on the bed at her feet and started kissing and licking and nibbling her feet and toes. Lauren smiled and mused on the recent events as she watched the girl show her gratitude. It was obvious by this time that Christy had meant everything she'd said. Lauren's breath came faster as she watched. Christy's long brown hair as it fell down the side of her face, down her bare neck, as she kissed her Mistress' feet. Bare neck, Lauren thought. That's not right. What am I going to do about that? she asked herself. She thought about that for a while, but didn't bother concerning Christy with it. She found that watching Christy helped her think. Christy for her part didn't stop. Lauren came out of her deliberations with a clear idea of how she was going to proceed and found Christy in the same position. "Alright sweetheart. Enough." Christy crawled up and lay down next to her and snuggled against her. "Thank you Mistress. That was..... wonderful." "You're welcome. But there is something wrong here." Christy looked up at her and trembled. "What Mistress?" "Something every slave should have, that you don't my girl. And we're going to fix that. Let's go get cleaned up and we'll go out and take care of that." "Yes Mistress," Christy said, quite obviously not knowing what her Mistress was talking about. They showered together. Without having to give an order Christy washed her. She was ever so gentle, as if Lauren was made of glass. When she was done, she started to wash herself, but Lauren took the loofa away from her and washed her in turn. They rinsed and dried off and then Lauren went to get dressed. Christy followed her. "Well, go get dressed love, we're going out." Lauren said. "What would you like me to wear Mistress?" It had never occured to Lauren to control what Christy wore. But Christy had obviously surrendered that part of her life as well. And Laurens mind turned down many arousing corners. "Ok, let's go take a look at your wardrobe," she said to give herself time to organize her thoughts. Christy's wardrobe was sadly very old maid like. Plain underthings, and very conservative styles of dress made Lauren think that she'd have to have Christy get a whole new wardrobe. At least for when the girl wasn't with her church people. "Do you have any stay up stockings or a garterbelt dear?" she asked. "No Mistress." "Do you have any well, pretty underthings or are they all designed for wear and not show?" Christy blushed and that was all the answer Lauren needed. Of course she didn't have any daring or racy clothing. The girl had been a nun in all but name. "Ok, we're about the same size give or take. Let's go see if anything of mine fits you." "Yes Mistress," Christy said happily. Christy was a little larger in the chest than Lauren, but she had a wonderful bra that had never quite fit right. She handed it to her girl and told her to try it on. "I think it's broken Mistress," Christy said once she'd got it on. The lacy black demi bra gave plenty of support to the underside of her breasts and seemed to fit well, but what Christy was referring to was the lack of coverage for her nipples. The bra stopped short in a nice lace edge about an inch and a bit underneath them. "No sweetheart, it's meant to be that way. And it's perfect." Christy blushed. Lauren handed her a pair of nude stay up stockings and watched her put them on. Christy's pussy moved in interesting ways as the girl bent each leg and pulled the stockings up her legs. Next, Lauren handed her girl a black loose fitting skirt that came to mid thigh. Not too short, but short enough to really get into Christy's head. She had probably never worn one above the knee. "What about panties Mistress?" Christy asked as she pulled the skirt up. "You're done with panties my girl," Lauren said smiling. "Except when you are on your menses, or when I want your pussy dressed up, you are not ever to wear panties again." Christy blushed, but replied demurely, "Understood Mistress." With just a bit of the devil in her as the old saying goes, Laurens final piece to the outfit was a white button up vest type blouse with neither sleeve nor collar that was cut far below what Christy would have worn, but was still plenty conservative for most people. It fit ok, though it seemed just a tad tight around the chest, but Lauren had a wonderful feeling in the pit of her stomach looking at her girl dressed like that. "Mistress, you can see my nipples if you look closely." "Can you? Oh well, sweetheart, I'm sure no one but me will notice. Now go pick your sexiest pair of heels, then do your makeup. And I'd like you to do your make up a little bit, uhm, what is the word.... slutty. Understood?" Christy blushed but readily agreed. "Yes Mistress." And she left the room. That gave Lauren time to dress herself. She chose black knee high stockings, black lacey panties, black form fitting pants, black lacey bra, dark red scoop neck sleeveless blouse. Strappy red two and a half inch heels that matched her blouse gave her a bit of height and accented her long legs. Then she threw on a black leather jacket over top. It was autumn and was a bit cool for a sleeveless top. She left her room and went to the bath to fix her maked up just as Christy was coming out. Aside from her foundation, Christy had on dark eyeliner, deep purple eyeshadow, dark red lips, and a little more red tinted blush than was strictly necessary to accent her beautiful girls cheekbones. It wasn't what most would call slutty, but for Christy it was extremely daring. "Good girl," she said as they met in the hall. "Thank you Mistress," Christy said and Lauren knew she was blushing though she couldn't see it underneath the makeup. "Now wait by the door while I finish getting ready," Lauren ordered easily. "Yes Mistress," Christy complied. Lauren did her makeup somewhere between tasteful and dramatic. She didn't usually apply quite this much, but she had an image to present. She grabbed her purse and found Christy standing obediently by the door. She looked at her girl and realized she'd probably be a bit cold in that sleeveless top. "Oh well, she thought, I can always turn the heat on in the car. And then her mind went to naughty places when she considered ways to turn up the heat. "Alright my girl, let's go." She locked the door behind them and they walked to the car. She saw that Christy was walking two paces behind. "Love, walk with me unless I say otherwise, alright?" "Yes Mistress," Christy said quietly and moved to catch up. Hmmmm, calling me Mistress out here in daylight public territory. My girl has guts. As she opened Christy's door she noticed that Christy hadn't brought her purse. Of course not, I didn't tell her to, she thought. She filed that away and helped her girl into the car and shut the door. In the car she noticed that Christy had goosebumps at the chill in the air. It wasn't exactly cold, but at around fifty five degree's she was sure her girl wasn't exactly warm either. She put the key in the ignition and then looked at her girl. "There's something wrong here sweetie." "What Mistress? What did I do wrong?" "You didn't do anything wrong my girl, it's just that I can't see your pussy." Christy blushed. "It may not be the most beautiful part of you, but it is beautiful. The new rule is, that unless I tell you otherwise, you are to pull up your skirt, and sit on the car seat in your bare flesh." "Yes Mistress," Christy replied, and pulled her skirt up with some difficulty as she was sitting on it. "That's a lot better sweetie," Lauren said making a point to oggle her love. "Thank you Mistress," Christy blushed. Lauren started the car and drove for a bit. As the car warmed up she turned the heat on and she could see Christy felt more comfortable. They arrived at a shop that Lauren had only visited once or twice. And she had never been quite so serious about the visit as she was this time. She parked on the street and turned the wheel and then turned the engine off. "You can fix your skirt now hon." Christy blushed again but said nothing as she removed her seat belt and then pulled her skirt into it's usual position. She reached for the door handle but Lauren stopped her. Lauren got out of the car and went around to the passenger side and opened Christy's door for her. She held out her hand and Christy took it and stepped out the car gingerly. Lauren locked the car and they went inside. Lauren kept a close eye on Christy as she led her inside. She saw Christy's eyes widen and stare at eveything in wide eyed wonder. Obviously Christy had never been inside a bdsm/sex shop before. Lauren smiled tightly and kept a tight rein on herself. Christy followed her around as she casually glanced at things, but Lauren knew in the main, what her priority was and waited for a salesperson to approach them. An older and matronly sales lady approached them and asked, "Is there anything I could help you with ladies?" Christy blushed, but Lauren replied evenly, "Yes dear, we are looking for slave collars." "Day collars or play collars Ma'am?" the lady asked. "Well, play collars at first dear," Lauren replied. "And then once we figure out what is needed, perhaps a day collar, and perhaps more. "Right this way ladies," the sale woman smiled.. Lauren followed her, and Christy, blushing, followed Lauren. They hadn't been all that far from the play collars Lauren found out. The woman brought them two aisles over and down a bit and then spread her hand and said "Here they are. Do you know what size you need?" "The collar is for Christy here. But I don't know what size she is," Lauren replied. Christy blushed but didn't say anything. The sales lady was very helpful and asked Lauren, "Would you like me to measure her neck?" Christy blanched. Lauren replied, "That would be lovely thank you." "Alright, I'll be right back ladies," and the woman headed down the aisle. "How are you feeling Christy?" Lauren asked. "I'm very embarrassed Mistress. Good girls don't come to these kinds of places," Christy answered. "Well, you're right about that. But what was it you told me about that?" "I'm not a good girl anymore. I'm a slave, Mistress." "Do you really mean that?" "Yes Mistress," Christy whimpered. Lauren smiled. It wasn't long before the lady had returned. "Ok ladies, I have the measuring tape. May I measure her neck?" she asked, looking directly at Lauren. "Please do dear," Lauren replied noting the casual, but strict adherence to one of the few lifestyle rules she knew was written in stone. 'Always ask permission before touching another person's property. Whether it be a flogger, a sex toy, or another human being.' The lady took a seamstress' tape measure and circled Christy's neck with it. Christy held herself still as the woman carefully took care not to pull it too tight. She pinched it at the mark, and pulled her hands away from Christy's neck. "Twelve inches. I know right where we can find what you need." "Lead on," Lauren replied. "It isn't far," the woman said stepping about five paces down the aisle and showing them a selection of collars. Lauren had a look while the sales woman looked on. She made sure to keep an eye on Christy who was blushing hard. "Which do you prefer my girl?" Lauren asked, twisting her tail a little. "I'm not sure..... Mistress, there are so many to look at." She replied making Lauren very proud of her boldness. "Take your time slave," Lauren replied, matching her girls boldness with her own. "Yes Mistress," Christy replied quietly. They looked for a couple of minutes and Lauren saw several that she liked. A couple that were a bit well, extravagant, and a couple of others that were less so. All were utilitarian. Christy surprised her in her ability to choose one in front of the sales lady. "I like this one Mistress," she said, touching one of the more utilitarian ones. It was about an inch and a half wide and made of black leather. It had little diamond shaped studs in the center of it's leather band, as well as eight O rings spaced at even intervals for ease of use in binding, well, anything to anything. It also had at it's back a u bolt and slot in it's opposite end to lock it in place with a padlock. Lauren smiled. It had been one she had been considering as well. "Well take that one hon." she said to the sales woman. "Very good Ma'am, is there anything else I can help you with today?" she asked smiling. "Yes there is dear," Lauren replied. She handed the car keys to Christy and said, "Wait in the car slave." "Yes Mistress," Christy blushed as she took the keys and started walking away. Lauren touched her and she turned, "You can start the car and turn the heat on if you like. "Yes Mistress, thank you," Christy replied and left.