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Master Chris 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Store Manager's Office © 1988 Master Chris
Story #2 in the Master Chris Collection
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It is almost exactly a month after your first night of training
when I say, "Your training will continue tomorrow."
Your heart jumps and immediately you break into a sweat. In
nothing flat, your pussy has already started to drip.
"Here are your instructions.", I say. I tell you to go to one of
the larger downtown department stores at noon the following day.
I give you the name of the woman who is the general manager and
tell you to report to her.
Sleeping that night is almost impossible. You keep thinking of
your last encounter and the anticipation of what is to come is
unbearable. You take great care dressing the next morning. On
the subway going downtown, you are acutely aware of the draft
going up your skirt directly to your uncovered pussy and you are
convinced that someone can see through your blouse to your naked
breasts. Precisely at noon, you announce yourself to the
secretary of the woman. She tells you to follow her.
You are led into the plush office of the general manager. A
severe but beautiful woman approximately 40 years old is behind
the desk. The secretary leads you to a spot about ten feet
before the desk.
The manager looks at you and says, "Lift your skirt." Your face
turns beet red as you reach down to pull the skirt up to your
waist. Both the manager and the secretary stare at your brown
curls for a moment.
"Remove all of your clothes.", says the general manager.
"Here!?", you squeak. Anyone could come in at any time and you
are very nervous.
"Here", says the woman.
With trembling hands you undo the buttons on your blouse and let
it fall to the floor. The skirt soon follows. The secretary
brings over six leather straps that are all too familiar and
attaches them to your wrists, ankles and thighs. The general
manager reaches into her desk and pulls out a small leather
paddle.
She hands it to the secretary and says, "Make sure that her
bottom is warm to the touch when you are finished." She then
leaves the room.
The secretary attaches your wrist straps together and pulls you
over her knee on a chair in the middle of the room. For the next
few minutes, the leather paddle falls on your bottom leaving it
red and hot. When she is done, she has you stand in the corner
of the room, facing it. You feel just like a little girl. Your
red bottom is on display for anyone interested in looking. Over
the next five minutes or so, you hear the door opening and
closing and people who can obviously see you coming in and out.
You are sure that your face is at least as red as your bottom
when the general manager finally instructs you to approach her
desk.
You are placed on your back on her desk and your wrists, ankles
and thighs are attached to ropes so that you are completely
exposed. The woman touches your breasts first. She gently
caresses them and alternately pinches them. You watch and feel
her pull the nipple so the breast is pulled up and then let go.
The breast falls back against your body and you moan. After a
moment or two, your nipples are rock-hard. The woman reaches
down and quickly attaches nipple clips to your breasts. You gasp
and begin moving your hips.
The woman walks around in front of your pussy and says, "Do you
like the feeling of your nipples being pinched?"
"Yes," you gasp, "It makes me hot."
The woman spreads the lips of your pussy apart to verify that
this is so.
"Perhaps," she says, "we shall one day pierce those big nipples
of yours with a gold ring."
You close your eyes at the thought of your nipples being pierced.
You imagine at once the pain of the piercing and the constant
stimulation of your breasts. You feel the fingers of the woman
at your pussy again. You open your eyes and she has a small pair
of scissors and is quickly cutting away your pubic hair.
"Please don't.", you say.
The woman's eyes look like steel. "If you speak again", she
says, "you will be severely punished."
You close your eyes, shamed that another woman will soon see you
as you were when you were ten years old. In fact, over the next
few minutes as the last of your pubic hair is shaved off, you
feel like a little girl whose body is subject to adult
supervision and control. You open your eyes again as the
procedure finishes. All of your pubic hair has been removed.
What the woman can see now is the puffed out lips of your pussy
and the full length of your slit.
She takes some baby oil and slowly begins to massage it into your
pussy. The heat of your pussy and her hand has you moaning and
squirming on the table. Reaching down, the woman grasps the lips
of your pussy and stretches them wide apart. You are completely
exposed to her. She then touches the tip of your clitoris with
the tip of her tongue.
It is too much.
You start to come, moaning and bucking your hips into her face.
A moment later you are detached and, after dressing, sent on your
way. As you leave her office, you feel the eyes of the other
office workers on you and you are sure that they know what has
been done to you. You are grateful when the doors to the
elevator firmly close behind you and you know that the second
phase of your training is over.
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