I see a lot in Miss Kay (closed for AndreaSubbie)

There was something incredibly sexy about watching Andrea pull on the bodysuit, the way her young breasts moved as she bent over to pull the mesh up her legs. When she pulled it up to just under her breasts the cut-out around her crotch became a snug outline that called even more attention to the narrow path of hair that pointed straight to her sex. It made me want to take her back to the changing room right then, and I almost missed what she said - which would have been a shame.

"A suitably short skirt and maybe an underboob tied blouse, unbuttoned?"

I nodded. “A loose skirt and a blouse would be wonderful, then you could adjust the blouse or open up the skirt to show whatever is desired at that time.” I was just starting to look about, wondering if the store might have something we could use for later today when Andrea spoke up again.

"Um, Master, Mistress, toy wondered if it would be ok to suggest something?"

I looked back, immediately wondering how Mistress Melody would react to Andrea speaking up so much. My intent for Andrea wasn’t to make her a silently subservient slave by any means, but depending on what the Mistress was used to… I looked over at how she listened to Andrea’s offer to model for her. Fortunately, the look on her face was more one of bemusement.

“That’s very nice of you to offer, but it’s a bit much for what attention I want to get at the store. I’ve known other stores which tried such things, but whether it was fair or not it inevitably seemed to drift into unsavory accusations that could ruin business even if there were never any charges. Now for our more private parties - well, there will be plenty of people modeling far more risque items as I suppose you will see.” She gave Andrea a smile that seemed to suggest that the young lady was cutely out of her depth.

Just then there was a electronic bell chime from the front of the store, and Melody’s smile vanished. “Into the changing room with you. I’ll see if I can find you something more.” She waved us in the direction of the back corner of the store as she turned to go intercept the new customer.

I quietly added “We’ll certainly take this bodysuit,” before turning to Andrea “shoo, off you go.”

And I followed close behind her, watching how her barely concealed bottom swayed in the sheer mesh.
 
I hurried away to the changing room, hoping the new customers didn't see anything that would get Mistress in trouble and quickly disappeared behind the curtain.

I wasn't sure what to do. Did I wait for Mistress to return with some other outfits, maybe a skirt and top to go over this see-through body? Or was Master going to find something? And what if the new customers needed Mistress's attention?

Perhaps it was time to move on, and come back a bit later?

I was confused, so did nothing.

I hid in the changing room, then thought perhaps I should put my summer dress back on, and carry the body back out?

I was just too impatient, so I carefully stripped off the body, then decided a little fun wouldn't be risking too much. Using my bare ass, I nudged the curtain slightly open, all by accident, of course! Then I pulled the summer dress back on, and wandered out to find Master.
 
I barely was able to control myself as I waited outside the dressing room. I heard our friendly store owner, now more firmly back in her role as Melanie Taylor rather than Mistress Melody, speaking with the new customer. The voice sounded relatively young, but since I was trying to keep a low profile I resisted the temptation to peek around the displays to see what the new visitor looked like.

It was about then that I saw Andrea nudge the curtain with her bottom, and my attention immediately came back to her. I looked about and got a glance that they were in the other side of the store, and decided to join Andrea in the dressing room. Right as I stepped up to the curtain she opened it from her side, clearly on her way out.

I stopped her, putting my hands on her shoulders. "Ready to go on then?" I let my hands slide down the sides of her body as I bent down to kiss her. My hands wrapped around her hips to hold her by the firm curves of her bottom and pulled her close to me, feeling my hardness press against her belly. My lips played on hers, teasing more than pressing, nibbling at her lips. "But first..."

I turned her around so that she was facing the mirror, and pulled the curtain closed behind us. I stood behind her and looked over her shoulder at our reflection in the mirror. Bending my head close behind her right ear I whispered, “Quiet now so we don’t disturb her customer, but let me appreciate my beautiful toy here.” My right hand slipped down and under the hem of her dress, while my left wrapped around her to cup her left breast through the material. I lightly nibbled on her ear as my right hand slid along the line of her hip until it traced down the narrow landing strip of hair. Softly, slowly, my first two fingers began to stroke up and down from her clit to the bottom of her lips. "How did you like the bodysuit, my toy?" I gave her clit a little circling motion before returning lower and starting to dip slightly inside of her.
 
"Mmm, it was very sexy and exciting, Master, and it will give toy pleasure to wear it for you wherever you decide. Mmm toy likes the feel of Master's hand on her .."

I watched our reflection, looking from Mr Martin's face to his hands, enjoying seeing him use my body. I hoped he was getting as much pleasure from this as I was, and I tilted my hips to amplify his movements up and down the length of my inner lips.

"Oh that feels good, Master; toy likes that very much .... "

It was very erotic, sensual, being masturbated by another's hand, in a clothes shop changing room, with the owner and customers just outside the curtain. And Andrea wondered if Mistress guessed what they were up to.
 
I stroked my fingers over her breast, but found the ruching was getting in the way, so I reached up and pulled down the top to expose her. The way her firm young breast bounced made me smile and my cock get even harder. I slowly ground myself against her backside as my other hand began to slowly slide deeper inside of her, bringing her wetness up to circle her clit once more then down between her lips again.

I hear footsteps growing closer, Mistress Melody's shoes but also the tak-tak of heels.

"Yes, I think you might find that the pink Agent Provocateur babydoll fits what you're looking for." Was Mistress Melody's voice perhaps a bit louder as a warning to us?

"Oooh, that looks very sexy, I think he'd like to see me in that." The new woman's voice hit a sultry note. "Can I try it on."

"Certainly." There was the tak-tak of heels into the dressing room next to us, and the sound of the curtain sliding into place.

"Quiet now." I whispered into Andrea's ear. Some gut part of me knew that the idea of having someone right next to us would be heightening her excitement. I squeezed her breast and slowly started stroking my fingers progressively deeper and faster into her.
 
Knowing that there was someone in the next changing cubicle, and that Mistress was directly outside, pushed me over some invisible limit.

Still watching our combined reflection as Mr Martin probed more fully into my very wet, very 'ready' sex, I turned and placed my hands flat against the dividing partition between us and the other customer.

Then turning my head to whisper to Mr Martin, I begged,

"Please, Master, will you please fuck toy? Right here? Right now? From behind? Please? While she's in there?" gesturing to next door. I was desperate for Master to use me with others so close. But would he? After all, it was entirely up to him. I could beg all I liked, it didn't matter. Part of me almost wanted him NOT to do as I asked, just to prove that he was Master. Perhaps I should have begged for something else so he could give me what I craved just at that moment while seemimg to deny my request?

All I knew was that I needed him to use me, and that I was desperate for a fuck like never before in my extremely limited sexual life.
 
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"Please, Master, will you please fuck toy? ...

Oh how tempting that was. I could envision sliding slowly into her, avoiding the slap-slap of our flesh for silent, long strokes. But was this really where I first wanted to fuck her?

I whispered back into her ear. "No, my toy, not now." I slowed my enthusiastic fingers inside of her until I was slowly, teasingly drawing my fingers up and across her clit before reversing their direction to ease their way inside of her down to my knuckles. I twirled my fingers slowly inside of her, then slowly drew them out again. My other hand gently rolled her nipple between two fingers. "I still have plans for you." I kept the pattern going, as slowly as I could stand.

Next door we heard the curtain pull back again, and Mistress Melody's voice. "Oh, that does look good on you. Of course it will be ever sexier without your underwear when he sees you."

"I do like it - I'll take it. I really should have tried something like this before, I think."

"Oh, I find many of my customers find that once they try nicer lingerie both they and their partners only want more."

"I'll uh, just change back then." And we could hear the curtain pull back. I moved my hand to her other breast, not wanting one to get all of the attention, and resumed the slide, squeeze, and roll around her nipple until we heard the curtain again and the tak-tak of the customer leaving.

"Would you like that specially wrapped for your partner to open for you?"

"Oh, that sounds wonderful."

As my fingers slid back out of her again, this time I raised my wet fingers up to her mouth. Her scent was around us. "Suck me clean, my toy, taste how good you are."
 
With soft lips I drew his fingers into my mouth, savouring the taste of my intense arousal.

I didn't think I'd ever been this turned on, and I was desperately hungry for my own juices where before I might have recoiled.

I couldn't help myself, but I was panting through my nostrils and moaning low in my throat, my vagina still feeling stretched from where at least he had slowly finger-fucked me.

It felt good to have Master use me, it felt good for Master to make me do what I'd never before tried, it felt good to hear Master call me 'toy', it felt good to have Master deny my begging request, and I hoped Mistress could tell that Master was using toy. I was also so close to a huge orgasm I didn't care where we were or about keeping silent. My left hand drifted from where it rested on the partition wall to between my legs and I curled two fingers inside me while biting down gently on Master's fingers.
 
"No, no, my toy." I reached down and took her hand by the wrist, pulling it away from between her thighs. "The only pleasure you will get today is what is given to you." I could see how aroused she was, could guess how horny she must be, and wondered how delicious it would be to keep her there and deny her what she wanted a bit longer. I knew because my own cock ached for release as well, but I knew it would be all the better later. I stepped away from her, sliding my fingers from her mouth and wiping them down the length of her dress from breast to thigh.

I heard the chime of the front door of the store, and what sounded like a distant goodbye. "Straighten up your dress. I think it's about time we moved on."

Giving Andrea only the briefest of moments to pull herself together I opened up the curtain to our changing room. I found myself facing a smiling Mistress Melody.

"I hope you enjoyed that, dears. I was impressed at how quiet you were. I do want to say that if you do that again there are two things you should know: if you are noticed by the customers I will not protect you, and if you play then I get to watch. Understood?"

I nodded, still a bit surprised.

"Good, come on over then, I have some things for you." And she turned and headed for the front desk.
 
I quickly exited the changing room, thrilled to know that Mistress knew what we were up to.

I had nodded my understanding of her rules, which were perfect, while adjusting the top of my dress to properly cover my breasts. The idea of being watched by Mistress while Master used me was almost too delicious. I was still incredibly horny from my denied Orgasm, and it wouldn't take much to tip me over.

Following her to the front of the store I wondered what she'd picked out.
 
Seeing Mistress Melody and Andrea walking in front of me was quite a treat, each of them different in their body shape and yet so appealing. I had a sudden tempting fantasy of pulling Andrea back into the dressing room and fuck her front of Mistress Melody, but I knew I had to resist. Instead I followed them.

"I think this will do well for you. It would be quite appropriate if you wished for her to wear that to our little gathering tonight, for instance - might be a good way to introduce yourself without being too hardcore to start with." She held up a thin white blouse and a short pleated tartan skirt. "Quite the stereotypical sexy school-girl uniform, so I carry it openly on the shelves, but as you described earlier it could be nice with the mesh top as well tied under her tits. The skirt might be a bit short for many public places though, particularly since she has such a nice little ass."

She smiled at Andrea. "Fortunately, your young body is easy to fit, so I have little doubts about this."

"We'll take them." I pulled my wallet out, eager to pay and get Andrea on to the next location. I wasn't even thinking so much about the price, honestly.

As she processed the order she looked up at us, a little smile on my face I couldn't quite place. "Dear, do you need a wipe for your toy?" She gave a slight sniff of her nose. "Best to make sure toys are cleaned up before they are put away." She pulled out a piece of cloth.

"That is probably wise." I think I saw where this was going. "Andrea, pick up your skirts and open your legs."
 
Immediately obeying, utterly thrilled to be given an order by Master in front of Mistress, I lifted my skirt so that I was exposed to both of them from my tummy button down to my sandals, deliciously naked. Parting my legs I could feel the air cool the wetness on the insides of my thighs, and guessed that my inner lips were probably protruding obcenely.

I was also loving being called 'toy' by Mistress, and hearing them talk about me in front of me. I was so excited at what might be about to happen I could feel a fresh trickle running down my left inner thigh, and I looked from Master to Mistress and back.
 
As Mistress Melody came around the side of the table, her eyes became fixed between Andrea's legs.

"Mistress Melody, thank you for your hospitality today. If you would like to clean and touch my toy, you are quite welcome to."

She looked up at me and smiled. "That is generous of you. I think you'll fit in well in our little society."

She reached out with her left hand and wrapped it around Andrea's breast, as if she was steadying herself on that pert tit as she reached down with the cloth and slowly began wiping up Andrea's inner thighs.

"She is quite a wet one, this toy of yours." The soft cloth slid along either side of her labia. I stood, enjoying the scene for myself before looking up to see Andrea's face.

"A toy this wet, I'd think she could be used for quite some time before even needing lube, if she was trained to have the stamina." The cloth slid between her inner lips quite deeply before dabbing a bit at Andrea's clit.

She straightened up, giving Andrea's breast a squeeze before stepping away. "Her hair will get matted and wet after a good bit of use. Some consider it quite sexy, but for others its a reason to keep shaved. A matter of taste, really."

I looked back to Andrea. "Thank the good Mistress, then you can lower your skirts." I picked up the bundle of clothes. "I look forward to seeing you tonight, then."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll enjoy it." She gave Andrea a devilish wink. "I hope you don't wear your young toy out before then."
 
Mm I felt so sexy and wanted and desired. It was perfect, and while Mistress made free with her hands and the cloth, I glanced across at Master in grateful thanks.

Lowering my skirts decently as instructed, I obediently thanked Mistress and bowed my head in respect, enjoying the submissive, subservient role, and turned to follow Master.

I had no idea where we were going next, or what he had planned for tonight, but I knew I could trust him, and I knew I was going to have an amazing experience.
 
"Come along." I gave Andrea a wink as we left our friendly store owner behind. The business card she'd handed me was tucked away, along with its address and overly secretively sounding "passcode." We'd certainly found a new use for that fabric from our sports division, but that was certainly way down the list of things on my mind as we headed back out to the car.

"Not too far now, but I think your current outfit will do just fine." I put the new clothes in the back alongside the camera equipment I had stored there. "I think no play with the truck drivers on the way there. What is it you call them back in England, 'lorry drivers' I think it is?"

It was only ten or fifteen minutes away, so as we hit the highway I thought I'd check in with my toy. "I do hope you've been enjoying yourself. We're going to change from the confines of a store to the open air, so we'll have to take a slightly different approach, but I'm confident it will have plenty of opportunities for you. And I'm looking forward to getting some photos of you as well." I nodded my head towards the back. "So if you have any concerns, now's the time to say so..."

We pulled into the grounds of the DeCordova Museum with its strikingly sculptural entry and ticket “booth.” The young attendant there inquired if Andrea qualified for a student rate, which was another reminder of how our pairing appeared. I had no immediate interest in the museum proper with its cameras and helpfully watching guides. Instead the many acres of the outdoor sculptural garden and the paths around Flint’s Pond were where I envisioned taking Andrea. I pulled over into the parking lot nearest the paths.

"Until we get over the hill, we'll be quite like any other sightseers." I pulled out my camera bag. "Understood?"
 
"Understood," I answered, smiling. I was having a lovely day, and had told him so. Everything was turning out just right, a balance of risk and reward, of scary daring and deeply satisfying erotica.

I hadn't actually realised how much of an exhibitionist I was, but I was learning quickly that it satisfied a deep yearning in me. I didn't want to try and get too psychological, and so didn't pursue that line of thinking. It was enough to know that I was enjoying discovering more about myself, and hopefully pleasing Master as well.

The question of photographs was a different matter. I hadn't voiced any concerns, but part of the pleasure so far had been the almost innocent nature of my displaying myself. The fact that it was fairly spontaneous with no record meant that it was transient, momentary, with strangers or at least with people I'd likely never see again once my Internship was over and I returned to England.

Photographs meant that the moment was captured, possibly forever, and could be re-visited or even passed on for others to see.

How did that make me feel?

I decided the best way to find out was to embrace it, let it happen, then look at the pictures afterwards. My reaction then would tell me all I would need to know.

So for now, we drifted along the well trodden path like anyone else, while my heart hammered in anticipation of the orders to come once we breasted the rise.
 
We headed up past the museum building that was the centerpiece of the deCordova, stopping to admire a few of the pieces. The series of large metal cylinders that composed the Lincoln piece allowed me to isolate Andrea from the few small groups that were walking about.

"Here, stand inside that one." I pointed to one of the ones off the center, but still big enough for my petite toy to stand up. Importantly, she was facing away from the buildings. I pulled my camera out of its bag.

"Now give me that cute smile of yours." Click. "Now, pull down your top just enough to let yourself spill out a bit." I glanced behind me to make sure there wasn't another visitor back there. "Yes, that's good." Click, Click.

I adjusted a bit. "Now pull your top back up, but lift the front of your skirts." I knelt down to exaggerate the angle. Click click.

I stood and nodded with my head to have her join me again. "How did that feel?"
 
As I'd promised myself, I cooperated enthusiastically, not only uncovering my top and under my skirts as directed, but posing cheekily, or humourously, or pretend-artistically, or shyly like someone's girlfriend persuaded reluctantly, and all the while Mr Martin clicked rapidly to capture the moments for later. I was looking forward eagerly to seeing the fruits.

"How do I feel? Well surprisingly the camera adds a whole new level to the exhibiting. I'm enjoying it. I feel kind of free, uninhibited, natural. I like posig outdoors, and think I'd really like to be completely naked. There's something so, I dunno, refreshing about it? maybe the camera makes it more erotic? Whatever it is, I want to do more!" I was properly covered again now that we were together and I was no longer hidden inside the sculpture.

"I'm not at all sure about the sculptures, though. I don't understand them?"
 
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“Yes, most of these sculptures are very much on the abstract side.” I nodded as I led her up the next bank where a number of smaller sculptures seemed to sprout from the rocks. “Not all are as blocky and rusty though. There’s one of favorites, up there on the top.” I ascended up near to the twisty humanoid Venusvine sculpture. “I like how it rises up to the sky.” I placed my hand on her waist and pulled her close as I looked up. “Very natural looking, yet clearly not.” I let my hand wander down along the shape of her bottom as I stepped away.

“We’re lucky, it’s not too busy today.” I headed down the rough stone stairs on the other side. “Maybe people saw the forecast and thought it’d be too hot out.” The sun was already making me start to sweat, and it was barely even late morning. “Good thing you’re not wearing too many layers.” I glanced back and grinned at her.
 
"Ha ha, I'm only wearing one layer! Though that does feel like one too many!" I grinned back, and could almost still feel his hand delightfully tracing the shape of my bum. I had stopped and was looking up at the sculpture.

"So, Venus Vine? She's the goddess of love and beauty, right? Which means she's the goddess of the female form? And the sculpture looks natural, not cluttered with man-made stuff. Its a pity I don't have a white sheet, or white muslin. It might be nice to dress like a priestess of Venus in a see-through drape and disrobe in her honour for you to record."

I was just musing as I gazed up at the strange swirly almost human, almost tree-like sculpture, with its feminine curves and air of mystery beyond comprehension.

I sighed, then turned towards Mr Martin and started down the stairs to rejoin him.
 
I nodded my head thoughtfully. "A sheer white robe. I think that sounds like an excellent idea for the future."

As she caught up to me I put my arm around her again as we started on the path around Flint's Pond, heading away from the buildings and sculpture garden. The pond in front of us was quite beautiful and peaceful, and the trees began to give us some shade - and some visual cover from others.

"Let's see..." I stopped us, then stepped in front of her. "I think it's time for an adjustment." I reached forward and pulled down her top to expose her breasts. "Yes, that's much better." Looking straight at her I stroked her breasts upward from their bottoms, teasing her nipples lightly with my fingers.

"Better, don't you think?" I stepped away to admire her, pulling out my camera again.
 
"Mm, much better!" I grinned back, "thank you, Master!"

As Mr Martin readied his camera I repeated his gesture for myself, stroking my breasts while looking at his lense. It was fun having my top uncovered, especially uncovered by another person or at their instruction, and my fingers traced circles round my exposed nipples. The way the dress top was smocked, it naturally clung to my ribs as if designed to come no higher and probably looked like I simply didn't have on the blouse or top that I might have been wearing. This summer dress was turning out to be quite versatile and I was pleased that I'd chosen to wear it.

I was excited at the possiblities that lay ahead, and at discovering what Mr Martin had yet to reveal, though I very much hoped it would be me doing the revealing.
 
I had only intended to take a few photos, but the image of her playing with her breasts in this scenic outdoor setting inspired me. I took a few of her from a distance to get her full body and capture the half-naked exhibitionist feel.

“Wonderful, give me one hip out there.”

Then I closed in more to get from her waist up. “Give me that mischievous smile you have, my toy.”

I zoomed to just the tips of her fingers teasing a beautifully pert nipple. “Pinch it for me, tease it like you would like a lover to.”

I stepped away a bit more, looking about to make sure we hadn’t been surprised by anyone.

“Come now, walk towards me.” I started walking backward from her. “Let your hips sway and seduce.” I raised my camera, even as I enjoyed the bounce of her breasts and the swing of her hips.
 
I did everything he asked, with joy, smiles and enthusiasm.

I was getting quite turned on, and the camera was making me feel more intensely looked-at, which fuelled my exhibitionism.

I was well behaved, following instructions, making love to my aching swollen nipples, desperately wanting to pull my dress off completely and masturbate not caring who saw.

But I behaved, and only did as Master instructed. I was going to be so horny tonight.
 
I took a few more shots of her, then walked ahead of her along the path as it curved by the pond. Seeing nobody coming the other way I stopped and turned back to her.

"Now slowly take off that dress." I crouched down, steadying her in the frame of the camera and let it click, click, click as she moved, my cock all the harder in my shorts.

I walked towards her and held out a hand. "Give me the dress." I looked straight into her eyes, then let my eyes wander down her body before slowly making their return to her eyes. "Absolutely beautiful, my toy."

I started up a side path that rose away from the water amongst trees and a hedge that looked like it once was a living sculpture itself. "Follow me." My decision was fully made.
 
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