STORY # 02 THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION THE STORE MANAGER'S OFFICE ________________________________________________________________ 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.