When you think of the idea of "showing off your boy" do you prefer the idea of taking him out in public collared and leashed, with other secrets hidden beneath street clothes... or having him serve totally, wearing even less, before a chosen few?

Actually, it’s usually somewhere in between. I love the idea of the hidden secrets underneath, but to me that is a different type of stimulus…something that makes me quietly smile or gets me all wet, knowing how it privately reflects my control over him.

Hmmm… though tweeting about it is showing him off, as are the yummy glimpses of our intimate conversations that we sometimes share with others on Twitter. I love retweeting jezi’s panty reports, and also commenting on the yummy feelings that I get while wearing or using various gifts and tributes from my boys and trainees. While the actions might be in private, talking about how much my boy pleases me is definitely one area in which I enjoy showing him off.

One of the key factors is interacting with people whom I know or who might comment back. I also really enjoy “controlled exhibitionism” (which might be a better description of the seen portion of your first example), but even in that, I want to be able to see and feel the response of the watcher. A lot of the pleasure that I receive is actually in knowing my/our effect on others.

When looking for a submissive, I want someone who will make me proud of him… who I can enjoy showing off. He is intelligent; interesting; confident in his skills, but not cocky/arrogant, and acts like a gentleman, ‘though he has enough of a naughty steak to indulge, and sometimes inspire, my more adventurous ideas. ;-) He is eager to help others when it is appropriate, but he doesn’t put them ahead of my needs. He can keep up his end of a conversation with my friends, who range from college dropouts to PhDs.

Here are some examples of my favorite real life ways of showing a boy off, many of which I have enjoyed with more than one boy:

Loaning him out as a demo model for an instructor (whom I trust) who is teaching something that he enjoys or is curious about.

Having him show off/teach/demo/share his experiences with specific fetishes/kinks, such as having him show off his chastity device and how it goes on and off for friends at a party, and discussing with them his experiences in wearing it.

Having him serve me at a party or event, or even model in a fetish fashion show, in clothes that I have picked out for him.

Loaning him out to help with setup or taking down for an event.

Leading a boy around an event, asking others to play with the bells on his nipples, or chastity, or having them each take a turn while I am giving him a spanking. Basically, asking/allowing them to take part in teasing or playing with him, and comment on it while I enjoy both their reactions and his.


Some more specific memories:

Having him serve at a party that I am hosting – greeting guests, putting away coats, helping with the food table, getting drinks, etc. Wearing his chastity key on a necklace, clearly visible near my heart, “knowing” friends notice and congratulate me on the new boy. One of them, noticing that his collar does not have a lock, asks what the key is for, and I indicate that it fits something a bit lower. ;-) (Mmm…taking more private pleasure in the memories of him pleasuring me beforehand, and then cleaning and setting things up while I showered, dressed and answered last minute calls and emails.)

Sending him ahead to SRO classes at a national BDSM event while I network in the hall. Coming in, saying “thank you, but no” to the guys who are offer me seats, and even the one who offered me a place on his lap, carefully moving past the folks sitting in the aisle, giving him a small, un-needed gesture as I get to him, and taking his seat as he drops down to sit on the floor at my feet.

Wowing the International Leathermen at Folsom Street Faire, calling others to come look and one guy even dropping to his knees at the size of my boy’s cock.

While vending at another kink event, the organizers decided to keep the vendor room open later, through dinner, to allow for more shopping time. He takes the initiative to take pizza orders from the various vendors, places the order, collects the cash, greets the delivery boy at the door and distributes the slices, also getting drinks for those who need them.

Going in to setup for that event, he carried several boxes that I can only carry one-at-a-time, stacked very high, through the vendor room. My private pleasure was in turning around and seeing all the boxes there. The pleasure in showing him off was in the approval of others, especially when a girl that was there by herself, representing one of the lingerie vendors, asked if she could borrow him. I was quite happy to oblige.

Events like that really stand out in my mind, and bring a smile to my face years (even over a decade!) later, but they aren’t necessarily the ones that you can script ahead of time. The right kind of boy does them because that is who he is, and then I find myself both wonderfully surprised and very happy to show him off.

Ask me something worthy of a response. *Adults Only*

One Day Sunday: Part 1 by debee

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From what I've read, you seem to favor intimate, sensual, personal service from your submissives. Do you also enjoy making them scream, beg, ache and cry? Do you like to humiliate and torment them?

My dear boy, you know that it is my greatest delight to make them ache and need until it fills them so that they can think of nothing else. I love watching/hearing their reactions... and knowing that I have created it in them. Begging to touch,,, begging to please... begging to cum... and making them wait and beg more, until I am satisfied. Screams of pleasure and intensity... tears of cathartic release. Sensuous torment reflecting my power and control over them, and feeding with own warm wetness and deep pleasure. ;-)

I used to believe that I did not like humiliation, because I would never wish to do anything to psychically scar a sub, but making him face his fears, and having him show how far he will go for me is quite another matter. If role playing as a dog, or going panty shopping for me is humiliation, then I *love* humiliating my boys. If dressing him in a certain fashion for my delight or having him serve me at a party is humiliation, then I deeply desire and enjoy it. If owning and using him when and how I wish is humiliation, then yes, he is MINE!

Ask me something worthy of a response. *Adults Only*

A Working Day: Part 4: The Party by Abe Froman (aka ed cantor)

The final (at least for now) installment of this yummy story by my boy, ed cantor. ~ Mistress Magick

[Begin with Part One]
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Part 4: The Party

Oh God. It was working already. He could feel his face hot, picturing the women from the house, the office, searching their faces in his mind and placing on each one the expression of shock and amusement at seeing him like that.

He got dressed, his own clothes feeling so strange over the lingerie. With a deep breath he started back downstairs to check on preparations, and to try to acclimatize himself to acting normal in front of a group of women – one of whom would soon know his deepest secret. The chain swayed across his chest and the silk shirt. Jessica was the first of the two he saw, and she greeting him with a wide smile.

"You look very handsome, Sir."

"Thank you Jessica, but please, no 'Sir' tonight. I'm the host, and you're the guest. Just have fun, and let me know if I can do anything for you."

Another wide smile, so intoxicating, "You've got it, Sir... I mean, Michael."
From then on, things continued to get more challenging. The women from the lingerie company arrived, looking stunning themselves, and carrying a wide assortment of items that would look devastating on any of his anticipated guests.

When the guests arrived, it was like a flood of beauty. Mary Hart should have been filming them arrive, as each dress was more stunning, more clingy, and more perfectly suited to the woman wearing it than the last.

There were push-ups, low cuts, deep backs, flowing fabrics, high slits and skirts so tight they reduced the wearer to tiny steps. His cock was constantly straining at its confinement. He tried to keep his eyes from tracing the curve of each bottom, or diving down each open neckline, but it was hopeless.

When they were all there, he was surrounded by the loveliness of ten women, all of them stunning, all in his employ one way or another. Sara and Jessica working here at the house, Denise his driver, Michelle and Andrea who kept his books, Colleen and Amanda who were the legal department and Joanne, Ally and Christina who made up the secretarial pool.

Throughout the evening he was always on his toes, making sure every drink was full, guiding the muscular servers around to wherever he sensed an empty plate. Those men might look more overtly like objects for the women's consumption, but he knew he was the real toy that evening. He didn't know which of them would be playing yet, but he would be their object.

He kept himself on his feet. There was much to do and coordinate and he didn't dare sit and make it just that much more obvious that his ankles were covered by stockings instead of socks.

Miss Vicki arrived last, looking as innocent as he'd ever seen her. Her dress was simple yet so perfectly fitted to her form it must have been tailored. Light, with soft flowers in a subtle off-tone pattern, it was cut just low enough to stir his heart with her breathing. Another result of its perfect hugging of her curves was that it was absolutely evident that she didn't have a stitch on under it. He forced himself to keep from staring at her all night.

The actual lingerie session was pure torture. The women actually modeled a few of the pieces for the gathering, and as the only man in the room he was a constant focus. He had tried to keep out of the way, but they pulled him forward, wanting to show their potential customers a man's reaction to the various tiny scraps of lace. His body ached due to the cage, the titilizer and lust. Would he see one of these women standing over him wearing these things?

Would he be wearing them?

He noticed Michelle, a rather shy knockout from accounting actually blush at being in the simultaneous presence of her boss and lingerie. Others, Denise most notably, would look to him and smile slowly as she would run her fingers over a particularly devastating piece. The remainder of the guests seemed to act as if it was a girls-only night out. There had been a few bottles of wine opened and emptied by this time, so laughter and emotions were running free.

His mind was a blur, imagining each of them in the various outfits and costumes. He would also catch Miss Vicki's eye, or seeing her particular attention on something, and not be able to tell if she wanted it for her or for him. When all was said and done and the women made their choices and orders, he noted Vicki made sure to be heard ordering at least two items in his size.

The party ended too soon – and not soon enough. Each woman thanked him personally, often with a gentle kiss or a hug that risked expose the chain from his aching nipples. They would tell him that this was just one more reason they loved working for him, smiling and lingering near him, close enough that his buzzing senses were aware of each motion, each breath, each flick of the hair.

He feared their touch but at the same time, after such a sexually charged night, he would have begged to feel their breasts squashed tight against him.

The caterers had cleaned and gone. Sara and Jessica were off to their own quarters. He made his way finally up to his room in dimly lit silence. He heard the sweet voice of his Mistress before he saw her.
"Strip down to just what I've given you." Her voice was a throaty whisper.

In moments his trousers, shirt, jacket and shoes were discarded. He stood before her, eager and hungry, stripped down to panties and stockings and the teasing jewelry on his chest. Vickie pointed to heels waiting for him on the floor. He slid his feet, already aching, into them. Despite the three inches they added to his height he felt smaller.

She hadn't changed her dress. He felt her power, and the innocence of her dress contrasted with her words and what he knew of her true nature. She toyed with the buttons at her neckline, teasing him further.

He received a wide and wicked smile from his Mistress as she began to move around him. Padded leather cuffs went around his wrists, locked together, and she guided them up over his head, pulling his bound wrists down towards his shoulder blades with his elbows out beside his head. She fed a chain from his wrist cuffs down between his legs and clipped it to the cage holding his cock. Any motion of his arms was cruelly translated directly along the chain.

A spreader bar trapped and held wide his ankles. It was even more difficult now to balance on the heels. With him very effectively immobilized, Miss Vicki took just a bit more time to apply a whorish blush and bright red lipstick.

The titilizer was removed and with a soft purr she massaged his aching nipples. As if they were not red enough, she added lipstick to them as well.

Miss Vicki had made sure months ago that he had a full-height mirror on a rolling stand. It was moved in front of him now. His body was tight and strained, the bulge in his panties obscene. Though the lace he could see the steel of the cage. He looked so helpless, so controlled. While he drank in the humiliation, she wrote "SLAVE" across his forehead with the lipstick.

"Will you make me proud, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will." He could barely speak. The anticipation had done its job. His nervous tension seemed to give a haze to his vision and he was sure anyone in the room could hear his heart beating.
"Good, pet. You've got two people to make happy tonight."

He didn't get any answer out before she filled his painted lips with a white rubber ball gag. It pushed past his teeth and held his jaw wide. She helped him down to his knees but even with her support the chain from his wrists tugged at his balls. She smiled at his position and slapped his ass as she moved to the bedroom door. She took one look back over her shoulder to drink in the moment before she swung it open.

At first there was nothing, only the candlelight from his bedroom spilling out into the dark hallway. After a couple pounding heartbeats nervous steps carried her into view. Wearing what had to be his favorite outfit from the party—a pure white satin and lace busier with red laces along with matching white stockings, garters and even white stilettos—stood the previously meek Michelle.

Her auburn hair, nearly always in a bun at work, flowed down in soft waves over her shoulders. The deep tan of her smooth skin set off the lingerie perfectly.

She was taking deep breaths, as her full D-cup breasts heaved in the tight embrace of the bustier. The bustier ended just high enough to display a diamond in her pierced navel.

There was shock and surprise in her eyes, but it didn't last long. It seemed to be vaporized by lust and desire. He noticed now that in one hand she held a black leather crop and in the other an uncomfortably large looking pink rubber phallus.

"Beware the meek ones, slut. Still waters run deep," Miss Vicki whispered and giggled in his ear.

The noise of the heavy door as Michelle slammed it shut behind her might have woken Sara and Jessica but Michael had much bigger worries at the moment.


To Be Continued...


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A Working Day: Part 3: Afternoon by Abe Froman (aka ed cantor)

I decided to break this installment up into "Afternoon" and "The Party" to keep you waiting a little longer.
~ Mistress Magick
[Begin with Part One]

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 Part 3: Afternoon

After the high of his service, after the arousal of seeing and smelling his Mistress, after the mind-bending experience of being exposed as a feminized slut to some woman he didn't see, Michael Davis was coming back down to reality. Reality, but not normality.

He was sitting at his desk, trying to work at least, but his mind was constantly wandering. He was physically distracted by what he was (and wasn't wearing), not to mention that the plug filling his backside that trapped his now-thawed cum in his ass. Each fidgeting motion he made in a vain attempt to be comfortable refreshed the ache he felt with.

The few times he had gotten out from behind his desk to walk to a bookshelf he could feel his face flushing at wearing the panties, stuffed bra and heels, even though he was alone. He could just imagine how he looked. His blinds were open as well. Everyone seemed to look at "the view" of the city and not at the specifics, but he was quite a view himself right now for anyone who might care to focus.

He now knew that his secret was not something Miss Vicki was going to keep to herself anymore either. She had said from the beginning that it was all up to her and she'd finally done it. He trusted her, but it was now fully real that one more piece of control was out of his hands and into hers.

Even when he answered the phone he felt exposed. Would they know he was dressed in lingerie while he talked to them? Not just panties, but with stockings and garters, and bra full of realistic looking and jiggling silicone D-cups. The times he was speaking to women he found himself listening for the slightest tone of amusement.

He found it much easier to serve his Mistress in her presence. He could sense her power; he could feel not only that she commanded his obedience but also that it aroused her. It was like a feedback loop that fed his desire like electricity. But now, alone, he started to feel the real power of Miss Vicki's humiliation of him. He looked like a fool. He'd swallowed his own cum. He'd serviced a woman, but not with his tongue, but with the other end of a rubber cock that had filled his own mouth.

As if in answer to his own thoughts, the intercom chimed.

"Yes, Mistress?" he answered as he'd long ago been commanded, each time feeling the tinge of further humiliation he'd feel if the voice at the other end was a different receptionist – it was certainly not unknown for the ladies to fill in for each other should a washroom or cigarette break be required.

"Hello, my slut," Miss Vicki's voice sang in response, reassuring him and driving any doubt from his mind. He'd do anything for this woman. "I've had an interesting idea."

"Yes, Mistress?" He hoped his nervous hesitation hadn't been too obvious.

"You are very lucky as you have not only a lovely and wicked assistant as your Mistress but you are also surrounded by many other stunning women in your life."

"Yes, I am Mistress, thank you." After all, it was she who had hired not only Denise, his driver, but also both of the women on his household staff. She'd also had a very powerful voice in the hiring of the rest of his office staff.

Michael knew she just loved to surround him with temptation. She loved to imagine how his cock would strain, either in tight panties or metal cages, as women so lovely as to be plucked from his dreams moved around him.

Even if he had been tempted, it would be tough explaining to one of them why he was wearing lingerie that day, or why his manhood was locked tight another, or who might have written "MINE" in permanent marker on his ass. So these beautiful women were kept at arms length even though some seemed to work very hard to tempt him into their skirts.

Did they know? He often wondered, but he was virtually sure they didn't.

Today's experience reassured him in a bizarre way. Even though Mistress's mystery guest had seemed excited to use him, her first reaction had been an audible gasp. He often worked to convince himself that he'd be able to see that reaction on the face of a woman who knew what was truly beneath his suit.

"Well," Vicki continued, "I think you should find a way to express your appreciation of all these lovely and talented women in your employ, don't you?"

"Yes, of course Mistress."

"Good. I knew you'd feel that way, so it's time I told you that you're hosting a party for them. It's tonight, by the way, and it's at your house."

Michael drew a deep breath, wondering how this was all going to end up.

"Not to worry, baby, I've taken care of everything." He could practically hear the smile on her lips as she spoke. "However, I do think it would be a good idea for you to go home now and supervise the preparations. After all, the two lovely ladies caring for your home will be guests and shouldn't have to work too hard. Besides, the Chippendales that you've hired as waiters will be getting there soon, and a chaperone might not be a bad idea." Vicki giggled.

Of course, thought Michael, I'll be providing studs for them to gaze at, while I'll likely be in pink tights
"So, now I want you to step out around in front of your desk, face the window, bent forward, hands on the desk, legs spread. I'll there in a few minutes."

He rushed into position. She might make him wait for a while but he had once experienced the result of not being in position in time and never wanted to again. So he waited, looking out over the city, wondering who might be looking back and a man in pink lingerie, plugged and waiting for the attention of his Mistress.

The door to his office opened and he said his silent prayer that it was her approaching. He heard her purr as her fingernails trailed over his exposed flesh. She stepped away and moved around him, taking in the view.

More fears realized as he heard her taking photos. Why did they still build that shutter sound into digital cameras?

Her hand returned and moved between his shoulder blades and the pressure guided him down, until he was squashing the silicone breasts against the surface of his desk. She pulled the panties down over his ass and turned and tugged the plug slowly out of him. He felt the deep ache of the plug moving and grit his teeth as the sensation transformed into one of openness and emptiness. His body was holding a memory of his service to her. She pulled the panties back up.

"The cum is already started to ooze out of you, pet. Those panties are going to be quite a mess by the time you get home." Her joy and shaming him was so evident. "You're going to just toss them in the laundry this time, pet. Maybe your housekeeper will think you kept a souvenir from some tramp you fucked – when you're really the tramp, aren't you pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She tugged the silicone breasts out of his bra and slid them into a drawer in his desk and then guided his feet out of the heels, which also were given a home in his desk. "You can stand now, baby, and turn to me."

He quickly complied, and she deftly tugged the front of his panties down and re-locked his cock into its metal cage. "You may get dressed again, pet, but the bra, panties and stockings stay on until you get home. Once you're home, I want you to check on the progress with Sara and Jessica, and then you can go to your bedroom and follow your instructions carefully. I'll be there soon to assist for a bit, and of course to enjoy your generous party."

Minutes later he was back in the limousine, with tightly attired Denise up front. She had found time while opening his door for him to offer up another generous gaze at her milky cleavage and offered a very joyful thanks for the gathering tonight. The metal cage hidden in his panties was cruelly containing another erection, as he had no option but to watch yet another erotic film that Miss Vicki had chosen for him. As the wheels crunched onto his driveway a very buxom blond was using her tongue to test the smoothness of the shave she'd given the pussy of redhead with matching figure that was currently held tight in chains.

Sending Denise to put away the car and relax until the party, he headed up into the house. He felt the sticky wet ooze of cum still making its way out of his ass and he was eager to get them off. He silently begged that a shower was included on his chore list.

Sara and Jessica, in their unofficial uniforms of snug, low-rise black trousers and form-fitting blouses (pink for Sara, a pale yellow on Jessica) greeting him deferentially. They had to turn away from three very fit servers to do it, and it was obvious these were the men from Chippendales. They oozed fitness and their chiselled faces seemed built for their confident smiles. Well, at least I'm taller, Michael thought.

It was clear that everything was under control. Just because his Mistress insisted that all his staff have long hair, a minimum C-cup chest and free and rewarded use of the house or company gym certainly didn't mean they weren't exemplary at their jobs. Excellent pay assisted in getting and keeping them happy. He quickly got out of their way and went to find out what wickedness he would next be enduring.

On his king size bed were two envelopes, numbered, both sealed.He tore open the first, "I'm sure you're having a wonderful day so far, slut, since I had to finger myself to orgasm twice just thinking of my plans for you. I'm sure you made me proud. Now to business. You know you're hosting a party tonight, and a host needs to be properly prepared and attired.

"You will shower, since I'm sure you need to, my cum-filled slut. In addition to getting your fine body clean, you'll be making sure your cock and balls are completely hairless. The keys to free them for the shower are in the soap dish. After your shower, once your little Mike is locked back up, you'll find your party under-things in the bottom drawer of your bathroom vanity. I wonder if anyone looked there while dusting today?

"Once you are clean and in your proper things you can put on my favourite cologne and return to the bedroom to open the second letter. Hurry, pet."

He moved into his en-suite and stripped down, thankful to be free of the humiliating lingerie especially his stained, sticky panties. He shuddered as he tossed them into the laundry hamper. They were sure to be noticed and he'd be facing silent, knowing smiles for probably just the wrong reasons that Mistress has mentioned.

The shower was a dream. Being able to unlock his genitals and clean his body of the cum, sweat and some of the shame of the day was heaven. But heaven had to end, and he got to work with the razor and shaving cream, carefully removing the stubble that had returned since he was last prepared this way.

Once finished, he gave himself a final rinse and towelled off. The cage went back on and he opened the drawer. He sighed.

It was quite a selection. He'd love to see them on a woman. Panties—a thong of course, all lace and bright red. Matching red garter belt with black fishnet stockings. Last, but not least, was something Miss Vicki liked to call a titilizer. Tiny little adjustable nooses went around his nipples, holding them stiff and erect, and the tug of the chain between them added to the subtle torture. He noted with a rueful smile that this set also had little sterling silver handcuffs as extra adornment.

He got dressed, not failing to notice his growing skill in getting into women's lingerie. He pinched his nipples to force them erect and carefully added their jewellery. Over time the slight ache will turn to a constant throb and tingling; one that will never allow him to forget the decoration. He gave a couple of squirts with the cologne and moved back into the bedroom.

Living with "servants" in the house meant that even something like walking into his bedroom like this could be a recipe for humiliation. Could Sara have come in to dust or empty some garbage can? They respected his privacy very well when they knew he was home, but he could never know what harmless event would leave him red-faced and one of them aghast.

This moment of heart-stoppage went by, as many did, but he couldn't quite get used to them. The chain tugging at his nipples swayed as he walked to the bed and picked up the second envelope.

"Well done, pet. I can just imagine how lovely you look. You know that I love you clean and gleaming from the shower, and picturing that steel clad bulge in those pretty panties makes my mouth water.

"Tonight you will be the perfect host for us. You are to dress in an elegant pair of dress pants, a silk shirt and my favorite jacket. You will show grace and thanks for all the lovely women who provide so much service to the different parts of your life. You will be attentive to their every need, as you are to mine.

"Today at lunch, I surprised you. I wanted to see your reaction to have your secret shared without any preparation. The fear, the tightening of your muscles. I had to tell our guest a bit, but not too much I wanted to see her reaction as well. Oh, and in case you are wondering, she will not be here tonight. I'll give you just enough of a clue to know that she doesn't work for you.

"There are two ways that I enjoy your submission to me. You've seen me use them before with other toys or tasks. Sometimes I like to surprise you, shock you – seeing your face as you realize the size of a plug only as it goes into you.

"The other is to let you know early, to make you run your future humiliation through your mind for hours before it happens. Have you guessed yet? Tonight is the sequel to your lunch. After your party tonight, I'm going to take you up to your bedroom, strip you down to your lace and display your body how I choose. Maybe I'll use rope or maybe I'll just command you to hold perfectly still.

"Then I'm going to bring in one of your party guests. I already know which one – she doesn't and neither will you until you see her open mouth at her boss in pretty panties.

"So, another reason to be good tonight, slut. You never know who you might need to treat you well later.
"Enjoy the anticipation, and I'll see you soon.

"Your Mistress, Vicki.

"p.s. you're hosting a lingerie party."

[Continue to Part Four]
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Shopping Mistress by debee

A favorite assignment of mine is to send a boy (or gurl) shopping, usually just for panties or other lingerie. The reports that come back are often a true delight, with details of the items that they looked at and purchased, how nervous they felt while shopping, what the salespeople said to them, etc. I've also read fantasies from subs where their Mistresses called the store ahead of time, but I have yet to do that for a sub myself. (That may change soon! ;-) ) I especially like the way that this vignette by debee gives at the viewpoint a nice 180 degree turn. It might be the beginnings of a nice script for me if/when I make that call!
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"...Oh, hi, nice to talk to you, Amy. Is this the 'Vanity' in the downtown mall? Good. So tell me, Amy, do you get many cross-dressers shopping there?.... uh huh... So do these 'occasional' customers ever make you... uncomfortable?... I'm so glad to hear that, because one will be coming in in about a half-hour... he'll be wearing hipsters, definitely girlish jeans with embroidery on the pockets... yep, and a light shirt, you'll be able to see his bra straps, and if you look close, panty lines. Feel free to comment on them... mean? (laugh) oh, no. It's not mean at all. He'll blush (giggle) but he'll love it!

"What? Oh, sorry I should explain... I'm his Mistress. Mistress, yes. But I'll be out of town for a couple of weeks, and I've given him some tasks... yes... I need to test his obedience... yes... do you think you could help me with this? Are you ok with this, Amy? Well it could sort of freak some people out... I'm glad to hear you say that. It certainly can be a lot of fun. (laugh) Yes, just like 'dress up! He really is as sweet and shy as a school girl. (laugh)

"I'm sure he'll just say he's "browsing". When you tell him that I called you and that he's to do everything you say, as if it were me - lest he face punishment - he most certainly will... yes, not mean, but definitely firm... I'm sure he will.

"Good question... just what shall we do with him? I'd love to show off his legs... and do you carry shoes? ..."

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