Unspoken Pleasure

Krystal gave a little chuckle as she said, “Alright, go see Kirsten again and get your make-up touched up. You look like you just ate somebody’s pussy.”

I laughed and chit-chatted with Krystal as Jenny got a quick touch-up. As I returned to the front, Kirsten was just finishing and I heard the fortyish make-up artist telling Jenny, “I can’t wait to eat that young pussy of yours, Jenny.”

I chuckled as I escorted a newly drop-dead-gorgeous but completely red-faced Jenny back to the car. As I pulled away from the curb I teased, “Well Jenny, two pussies in two days, you’re turning into quite the little lesbian slut aren’t you?”

Jenny probably would have blushed even more if that were physically possible, as she responded, “I can’t believe I just licked a complete stranger.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes,” Jenny responded dutifully. “I just wanted to make her happy; I always hate being a disappointment.”

I sighed slightly. “Oh Jenny, we really need to work on your self-esteem. You are a beautiful girl, a smart girl and a very nice girl. Don’t you know that? Krystal doesn’t hire just anyone, she saw something special in you, just like I do.”

“Thanks,” Jenny responded, although her tone indicated she didn’t completely believe me.

“We’re here,” I announced as we arrived at our next stop, Mill’s Boutique. I assumed Jenny had no idea who worked here.

“Mill’s Boutique?” Jenny queried as we arrived. “Isn’t this that place where the rich and famous shop?”

“I suppose it is. Come on sweetie, I have a surprise for you.”

We got out of the car and walked towards the front door. But I paused before we entered and cautioned Jenny, “Before we go in I should explain that once we go in there, there is probably no turning back.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you can continue coming over to my place no matter what happens here, and you have a job with Krystal so you will still have lots of opportunities to be submissive, but if you walk through these doors and I proceed with my plan, you will almost certainly end up with a reputation in your school as a lesbian. Are you ok with that?”

Jenny tried to register what I was saying, “Um, probably, but I don’t understand.”

“Do you know who works here?”

“No.”

“Karen.”

Jenny’s face went white.

“If you go in there, I shall treat you as my lesbian slave in front of her and you must obey me absolutely and without hesitation.”

“Oh,” Jenny whispered.

“Jenny, I don’t want to do anything to you that you aren’t ready for. So if you feel this will be too much for you, just tell me no; I’m not ordering you to do this and you won’t hurt my feelings or disappoint me. But if you walk through this door and do everything I tell you, I am almost positive you’ll be eating Karen’s pussy very, very soon.”

Jenny considered my speech at length, really thought through it, and finally replied, surprisingly upbeat and thoroughly, “I trust you, Mistress. I will never refuse anything you ask of me and if you think this is a good idea, then I do too. As you say, I’m not obeying you in doing this, I’m right with you. So let’s go!”

“Great, Jenny!” I enthused, “Let’s go have some fun!”

I took her hand and we walked into Mill’s Boutique. Now I should say that my divorce as well as my job keeps me financially well off; I’m not a millionaire, but I do live a very comfortable life, so I could afford the absurd prices this boutique charged. The shop today wasn’t that busy, with only a couple of people browsing through clothing. One was a slightly overweight girl with someone I assumed was her mother, looking at wedding dresses; the other was obviously a trophy wife looking at cocktail dresses and treating her saleswoman with unjustified distain. I didn’t see Karen at first, which worried me a bit as we walked over to the cocktail dress section. As I was looking around, we were fortunate enough to have Karen come over to assist us.

“Good afternoon ma’am, “Karen greeted me politely, dressed in a classy black skirt, nude pantyhose, three-inch black boots and a white blouse. “May I help you with anything?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, you probably can. We’re attending a special gala tonight for charity and I need an outfit for myself and for my friend here. The outfits must look sexy, but not slutty.”

Karen asked for our sizes and left to select some outfits. I looked at Jenny and asked, “Are you ready to begin Operation Karen?”

Jenny laughed, as my question seemed to break the tension, although she fretted, slightly hurt, “Karen didn’t even notice me.”

“Well you do look very different from your usual appearance. Even though you’re still dressed in kind of a school uniform, you’ve gone from your normal conservative unflattering look to much more of a revealing, sexy look. Plus with your fresh make-up and hair, you could easily pass for twenty-one, which we will attempt tonight,” I said teasingly.

“What’s tonight?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out later,” I responded coyly. “I enjoy surprising you.” At this moment I saw Karen returning with a few dresses and announced in a hushed voice, “Operation Karen is underway.”

Karen arrived to find both of us laughing merrily and said, “I chose a few dresses I think you might like.”

I tried on three different dresses that were all stylish and of good quality, but not what I wanted. So I said to Karen, “Honey, these are all ok, but I need something that will have every girl there checking me out.”

Karen showed just the slightest bit of shock but regained her composure quickly before she offered, “I think I may have just the thing.”

Karen left us again and I said to Jenny, “This is going to be easier than I thought.”

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“Just watch. But now I need to know whether you want her to be your little slave or would prefer to be hers.”

“I want to be her slave,” she replied shyly but without hesitation.

“I thought you might,” I acknowledged just as Karen returned. She handed me a gold gown that was long enough to hide the tops of my thigh high stockings, but with a generous enough slit to display them occasionally for anyone paying attention. I gave her an inappropriate kiss on the cheek giving her a start, and said, “This looks excellent.” I took it from her and went into the change room. After donning the dress, I came out and studied myself in the mirror. I spent a bit of time analyzing the outfit before appraising, “It’s nice, but these black stockings don’t match the dress. Jenny, may I try your dark-colored stockings?”