Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:35 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 233 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.233 By Master Wade The Training of Melissa Chapter Four Don was in heaven. Melissa had taken to her training like a fish to water, and was performing flawlessly. She had made herself at home in his house and evidence of her feminine touch were everywhere. He had never felt more comfortable or cared for, and she truly seemed to enjoy the attention he lavished on her, even though much of it was blatantly self-oriented. Then again, perhaps it was not, since she obviously enjoyed it herself. As long as they were happy, it didn't really matter, and Don was thrilled by her response thus far. He had also been thrilled by the poise and grace with which she had taken to his little game of calling her to him. Her vocal responses to his "Come here" 's were both inventive and believably handled, which took all the silliness out of the game and made it incredibly erotic. And the way she posed and complied with his secondary commands was enough to make his mouth water. Even though he had fantasied many times about seeing her do the things he requested of her, Don had never really imagined that she could do them with as much passion and beauty as she actually did them. There had never been anything on film to match her, and he had seen some pretty good stuff on film before. She was fantastic, and Don rewarded her at every opportunity, in as many ways as he could think of. One reward that Don used, and one which he found as much enjoyment in as did Melissa, was in buying her clothes, especially lingerie. A girl with a body like hers should certainly have beautiful clothes, and it was wonderful to take her shopping and to watch her try them on. Don loved the fact that so many things looked good on her, and especially the fact that she was young enough and attractive enough to wear some extremely sensuous fashions. She had excellent taste, and was always able to pick out clothes which reeked of class, even when selecting something which they both knew would drive men crazy. She was a doll, always a doll. Since Melissa's ass, tits and legs were all fantastic, they chose clothing which highlighted those features. There were a lot of form fitting dresses and skirts, usually short, or at least no longer than the knee, and often sporting a slit of some type. They bought box after box of stockings of a variety of textures, colors, and designs and matching garter belt outfits to go with them. The floor of the closet quickly filled with high heels, the shelves with clinging tops which allowed Melissa's nipples to show through, or with blouses which allowed just enough of her wonderful cleavage to show. There were short-shorts, bikini bathing suits, panties, bras, sheer body suits, you name it...if it looked good on her, and most everything did, they bought it. Perhaps because they had this growing collection of outfits, or maybe just because he enjoyed it, Don began requiring Melissa to dress in certain ways on the different evenings of the week. Every Monday, for example, was "garter belt night" and Melissa was required to wear a garter belt, stockings, panties and high heels. Don left it up to her to chose whether to wear a top or not, the only stipulation being that it could not cover more than one third of her panties. Tuesday became "bikini night", and he required her to wear one of the huge assortment of bikini bathing suits they had purchased for her. Wednesday was "nude night", when only a pair of high heels could be worn, Thursday was "shorts and pony tail night" when she would put her hair up in pony tails and wear short-shorts, a halter top, and tennis shoes...or sometimes a cheerleading outfit that she had pulled out of her trunk one night, much to Don's delight. Friday was "dress up night" when she was required to be dressed to the nines, even though they didn't always go out and even though the clothes sometimes didn't stay on her very long. Since they were both off on Saturdays, Don chose to leave that day open for more impetuous, or spur of the moment choices as to how he would like to see his slave girl attired. There were days when he kept her naked all day, and other days when he made her combine outfits in ludicrous ways, simply for his own entertainment, perhaps requiring her to wear a garter belt and stockings outfit under the cheerleading skirt, or requiring her to be elegantly dressed from the waist down, yet nude from the waist up. He experimented with her, allowing himself the freedom and pleasure to see her in all sorts of outfits and combinations, in awe of her natural beauty and amused by his own over-active imagination. One outfit which Don designed especially for Melissa to wear on Saturdays was one which they called her "slave dress". It was, to begin with, a beautiful black silk dress which fit her delicious frame like a glove. In spite of the fact that it was one of the more expensive garments she owned, and knowing full well that he would buy her another one just like it, Don took the scissors in hand and cut a "dogpatch" hemline, zig-zagging up and down in triangular fashion. Beginning at the side of her right leg, Don began to cut upward and toward the front, until he had reached the upper limit of her thigh. Then he began downward again with the hem, crossing her flat-as-a-board belly so that the hem ran just above her pubis. He cut downward, just a bit further, and then back up, just high enough that the top of her stocking would be revealed, and then back down again, and with minor ups and downs, continued around the back until he was back at the start again. It was a ludicrous but delicious hemline, one that exposed, with just the proper amount of reserve, the slave girl's legs and cunt, with just the proper emphasis on the stockings and garter belt straps which Don almost always required her to wear when she wore the dress. The black silk clung to her breasts as if it were made to fit them, and Don further modified the dress by cutting circular openings where her nipples were, allowing just the aureola and the stiff little nibs to push through the soft, clinging fabric. It was thus possible to fuck or finger the girl with very little trouble, even while she was fully dressed. And, if he wished, which he often did, it was possible to suck, pinch, or attach clothespins or clamps to her nipples, again while she was fully clothed. Don liked the slave dress so much that he required Melissa to begin each Saturday with it on, whether some whim later caused him to require its removal or not. Only a slave slut would wear a dress like that, he told her, and Melissa only too well knew the truth of that. But she loved the dress and all that it meant, and it excited her to own it and to wear it. Melissa's Sunday outfit consisted of an expensive but very plain white silk blouse, matching white silk panties, and black high heels. Don had her remove all but three of the blouse's buttons, even though he knew it would be unlikely that she would ever want more than three buttoned. Melissa reminded Don of a French whore when she wore her Sunday outfit, but he really couldn't say why. Melissa eagerly complied with Don's clothing choices, and seemed to respond nicely to them. Out of curiosity more than anything else, she questioned the fact that he seemed to like for her to wear panties at times when she would have expected him to want her pussy uncovered. But as he explained, Melissa's ass, flat stomach, and pubis were especially suited to making panties look wonderful on her, and in spite of the fact that he certainly loved her nakedness, Don found it incredibily exciting to see the way the silky material fit her and clung to her delicious curves. There was also something which he had always found exciting about seeing the crotch of her panties grow wet from her juices, which it inevitably did. The clothing requirements and the game of "playing fetch" worked together nicely, and both Don and Melissa became skilled at taking advantage of the different outfits to enhance the performances she so enjoyed giving. "Leg Show" worked especially well on Friday nights, when Melissa would be fully dressed and could raise her dress or sit in front of her Master and play with her skirt, exposing, covering, revealing again, teasing, delighting him with her long, firm legs. "Tits" went nicely with the white silk blouse, "nipples" with the slave dress, "asshole" with the short-shorts (which looked great hanging around her knees when she spread her cheeks) or with the Cheerleading outfit. And so it was that the early training of Melissa began with an enjoyable and stress-free enjoyment of the slave girl's beauty, her youthful body, and the frequent and free manipulation of it by her Master. She had never known a more constant barrage of fondling, fingering, or fucking, nor had she felt more sexually alive and appealing. It amazed her that she could excite her Master so much with so much ease, and it thrilled her to experience the excitement which she herself felt in the total obedience she gave him. With each passing day Melissa felt less like a girl who was playing the role of a sex slave, and more and more like an owned and highly cherished sex goddess. And she couldn't have been more pleased. Continued in MRWADE.234.... 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