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JULIA
I was surprised Master wanted me to try to seduce someone. It shouldn't have been as much a surprise as it was. He'd said he would offer choices involving women. Of course, I could decline to do it and sit through supper with the Slave Trainer on wishing I could cum. I knew how needy it made me and how much I would suffer should I go several hours without cumming. Since Master had no particular problems with me and a woman, as proven by Mistress Dark, I decided I'd probably go through with it, though I was still pondering how I should go about it.
I should have done it at the first store we stopped at. The sales clerk was a woman, young, tattooed and pierced and looked like she'd welcome some adventure. But, I was still too nervous, too ashamed, to jump right into it. I would have to work myself up to doing it. While there, Master purchased several pair of thigh high stockings, red, black, white, nude, purple, and net. He purchased a strappy, leather something or other which was nothing more than lots of leather straps crisscrossing my body and leaving all the good parts strategically bare. He purchased a purple and black corset with a half cup bra that put my tits on a platter and would go well with the purple or black thigh highs.
Also purchased were sheer red, white and green, brassieres, a cheerleader outfit with a dress covering nothing and mesh top, a white tutu that covered less than the cheerleader dress. He also bought a net body stocking. I pointed out it wasn't really conducive to instant sex and he pointed out it was crotchless, so it really was. Basically, everything we bought there was begging someone to fuck me, so I guessed they would be my secondary choices if I missed my morning blow job.
Next, we went to a store specializing in women's evening attire. It was the last place we were stopping before supper and the last chance I'd have to seduce someone. I was trying to screw up my courage, or I would be a miserable little slave tonight at supper. The lady who waited on us was a stylish, impeccably dressed woman who appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was smooth and classy and acted friendly, although she probably received a commission and could smell a good one coming. Her name was Gwen. Master picked out a half dozen different outfits he wanted me to try on, all of them ridiculously beautiful and incredibly sexy. I deliberately chose outfits either one size larger or smaller than what I suspected I'd wear. I needed to keep her engaged with us for my plan to work, which was basically the one suggested by my Master. I chose one which was on the small side first. It was backless and the only zipper on it was over my butt so I could wiggle into it and have it be tight across my ass.
"Excuse me, Gwen, but I seem to be having difficulty with this zipper, could you please give me a hand."
Of course I was having problems with the zipper. It was at least one size too small. She came into the dressing room with me and tried zipping it up, noticing in the process I had no underwear. The zipper didn't go low enough to reveal my plug, but wasn't far removed from it.
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