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Day One for Master D sometimes in the past
 As i sit here in a crowed train on my way home i can recall the events of this day as though they were happening to me now. The chilly wind blowing through the thin material of my tight ankle length, forest green skirt. The sheer white panties i wear under it afford little protection.
When i stepped into the train a warm draft of air was blown directly up my skirt. i had to take a deep breath to quell the shivers this blast of air invoked.
When i walked into the building where i work, i could see that the female security guard was enjoying looking at my harden nipples which protruded through my slightly see through shirt. A lacy white bra barely covering my breasts, pushing them up for all to see.
As i enter the office and pass a full length mirror i am very aware that my panties can be clearly made out through my form hugging skirt.
Several hours had passed before i paused to think again about my clothing, but as i bent to retrieve a document from the bottom of the filing cabinet i felt my skimpy panties slip between the cheeks of my ass.
As i returned to the train station ready to end my day a much colder wind had sprung up, rain had begun to fall and my two block walk to the station left my white shirt and bra completely see through. i had not even brought a jacket to cover myself with, i simply smiled at all the attention i seemed to be attracting. i watch the men around me, staring as they think i am not looking, my attention seeming to be focused on this account.
The eyes of so many men bring blushes all over my body, blushes i am sure in this bright light and wet clothing they can all detect spreading across by full breasts. i attempt to pull my shirt from my body only causing my nipples to harden once more. With a little sigh i give up trying to rearrange my clothing and turn my attention back to writing this.
The feeling of excitement i was sure i would feel today did not disappoint me. To know i was dressing on the orders of my Master. For the pleasure of His friends and ultimately His pleasure still makes my body tingle. To write an account of my day, dressed as You desired has given me intense pleasure. i can only hope this has helped You to visualize what my day was like and has brought You some tiny pleasure.
Day Two for Master L sometime in the past
As i slip my foot into the silkiness of my stockings i am swept with a chill of excitement. Will anyone notice that they are stay ups? Will the hint of rosy flesh peeking from above the top of my black lace stockings be the start of daydreams and fantasies of the men who walk past me?
i can't help but remember that You will be thinking of me dressed like this today, and as i start out for work i wonder if You would approve of the short skirt, slit up the left thigh to expose the tell tale stockings.
Waiting for the bus which will take me to the subway I am very aware of the stares of the men driving by. The obtrusive honk of a horn in appreciation of the clothing i have on. The temperature is mercifully warm, so warm i must remove my coat. The light knit sweater doing little to conceal my breasts with its plunging neckline, along with the light wool, serve only to display them to the world. The back of my sweater rests just over my ass, the curves inviting the touch of a man.
Walking from the train to the office i am aware that the men who normally pay little attention to people walking by have all stopped and follow my swaying hips down the street.
i can't help but giggle when my female security guard who always greets me says 'hubba hubba'. With a light blush i enter the elevator. i can see myself in its many mirrors and i wonder who she is. A low cat call whistle is issued when i enter the office. Followed by a quick round of hellos and you look nice.
When i sit at my desk, the leather chair cold against my skin, i close my eyes for a moment and enjoy the sensations in the body. Silky panties, lacy bra, cold leather my body feels wrapped in the comforts of all things.
my day passes rather uneventfully, except for the one moment when i bent to grab some papers from the floor. i just managed to stand straight before two customers walked in. i can still feel the blush creeping over me as i shook their hands and the man's eyes traveled over me. His wife's eyes were not far behind.
On the train home i had to keep the glint of amusement from my eye as this young teenager eyed me. At one point he tried to make conversation. Asking for the time then checking his own watch three minutes later. A blush upon his own cheeks as he realized i was watching him looking at his watch. His pretense of needing to know the time was all too obviously a fake.
i smiled at him just to make him feel better. As he rose to leave i winked at him. i wonder if i turn that shade of red when i blush. It was quite endearing.
i could not help but notice all the men around me trying to hide their glances, stares. It pleases me to know they were watching me.
When i got home and slowly began to undress i could still feel eyes on me. Watching as i removed my sweater tossing it carelessly on the bed my skirt falling to the floor. i turned and caught a glimpse of myself in my full length mirror. Standing there in a white see through lacy bra, black silky panties, sheer black stockings. As i lift one foot and place it on the bed i can see the pink flesh of my inner thighs. Leaning forward my breasts nearly spilling from my bra as i roll the first stocking down my leg and then off. With much care i remove the next.
Turning once more i smile to myself in the mirror before pulling a short blue satin rode tightly around me and begin to write my account of today.
Day Three for my Master anytime He desires it
When i awoke this morning a surge of excitement passed through me. Today i dress for my Master. What i wear is exactly what He desires.
First i slip into my white push up bra. The snug fit rising my full breasts, nearly spilling them from their confines. Next comes knee-high white socks the tiny fold at the top just below my knees. Then a pale green shirt its silkiness caressing the tops of my breasts.
Finally i pull on my kilt. As i fasten it in place and reach down to place two kilt pins in one of its pleats i am aware that i have nothing under the skirt. The coarse wool brushes against my smooth thighs.
A thought of sitting in Your lap flashes through my mind. My body blushing all over. As a final touch i add a dab of glossy pink lipstick to my lips, and three tiny butterflies to my hair.
When i stare at myself in the mirror i realize the girl looking back could still very well pass for a senior in high school. i wonder if You would be turned on by my appearance.
As i stand and wait for my train i notice the stares of a group of teenage boys. Do they think me one of their peers? The tallest of the boys tries to push one of the others toward me. i am not sure if he would have approached me as i stepped into another car as the doors began to close.
Walking down the street to work a car hooks its horn and just as a gush of cold wind blows up my skirt, teasing me bareness beneath, a man standing next to me at the lights utters a low whistle.
As i enter the building i remember for the first time that the female guard does not work every second Monday. The male guard rushes to the door opening it for me with a huge grin. As he lets me into the elevator i can see in the many mirrors that his attention is focused on my ass, and though i know he can not tell i have no panties on i can still feel a deep blush crossing my body.
When the door closes i reach down to make sure my kilt is straight and on impulse i run my cold fingers between my thighs, letting them brush lightly over my clit. Then the doors begin to open, quickly dropping my hand i step into the hall and go to the office.
As lunch approaches i am aware that this would be the perfect time to carry out Your orders about the kitchen. As everyone leaves to go get their food i begin to prepare my own. i let the water boil for my pasta and let my fingers move between my thighs for the second time today.
i take a sharp breath as I find my clit and begin to stimulate it. i know that at any moment the others could return and i quickly bring myself to the edge, letting myself stay there till i hear voices in the hall. Pulling my skirt back into place I return my attention to making my dinner hoping the blush on my cheeks will fade before i join the others in the lunch room to eat.
My day progressed slowly and then the opportunity came. Everyone was going down for a cigarette and i was alone. i closed my eyes and reached under my kilt my fingers finding the warmth between my legs. Within moments i could feel my body reacting to the probing of my fingers. Thoughts turning to You, my fingers becoming Yours. My breath coming in little gasps as i remember that i could be interrupted at any time. With my heart pounding i could feel my body close now, with but a little more probing i slip over the edge.
As my breathing returns to normal the phone rings. My hand shakes as i answer, blushing so deeply, i am sure the person on the other end can tell what i had been doing.
On my way home i could see plenty of men taking me in. i could almost read their thoughts. Pictures of their fantasies flying over my vision.
My body begins to tingle as i write this for You. Knowing that this day was just for You. That all i have done was for You. An incredible warmth washes over me as i realize i have just completed the task my Master had set forth for me. The first time He has asked anything of me outside of the privacy of O/our little world. A smile finds its way over my lips and i know He would be proud of His slave. |
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